Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Zuo Shiming glanced at Chen Ji, who was deep in thought, and did not ask any further questions.

Regarding the newly added ghosts, Chen Ji has provided enough evidence to prove his conjecture.

This is the most important discovery everyone has made in the past two days.

It is also the only clue that can move the stalled mission forward.

"Just do as you say."

Immediately, Zuo Shiming walked to the corner of the lobby and opened the toolbox that had been placed there.

In the last cycle, Phil found the hammer here.

Hu Li helped Fei'er down from the sofa, and the four of them walked together to the left-hand freight elevator door.

"That's true..."

Hu Li suddenly spoke up.

“We haven’t used the elevator on the left since the first cycle.”

It all started with what the repairman said.

After the second cycle, the existence of the elevator ghost made everyone afraid to use the two elevators anymore.

Chen Ji pressed the elevator button and waited quietly for a moment.

creak-

The freight elevator made a jarring sound as the doors opened.

Then, the elevator door slowly and hesitantly opened, but got stuck halfway open.

"Just pry it open."

Fei'er said, taking the crowbar from Zuo Shiming's hand.

Her face was still very pale, but her strength had not diminished at all. In less than two minutes, she had completely pried open the elevator door.

The dilapidated carriage inside was presented to everyone.

Under the pale, flickering elevator lights, the mirrors inside the car had all been smashed.

The stainless steel floor was covered with shards of glass.

The group stood at the doorway, not going in directly.

The elevator car was extremely quiet.

"Be careful."

"The ghost that killed Wu Zhonghai... is in the elevator shaft above."

Chen Ji said softly, then looked at Zuo Shiming:

"Mr. Zuo, we may need Tuanzi's help later."

Zuo Shiming nodded and took out a silver chain from his pocket.

The calico cat had woken up, its squinted yellow eyes curving upwards, looking very content.

"Xiao Chen, where is the body you mentioned?"

Hu Li couldn't help but say that the sedan chair was empty, there was nothing inside.

Chen Ji was the first to enter the elevator, carefully examining the details inside the car.

The top is normal.

Apart from a few dirty footprints, there were no other marks on the stainless steel walls all around.

"The floor has been tampered with."

Chen Ji's foot slid across the ground, revealing a noticeably uneven patch covered by debris.

He crouched down, kicked the glass shards aside, and stared intently at the floor.

A steel plate, slightly warped on the side, with a few inconspicuous screws next to it.

Corpse...

It should be right below the elevator.

The very bottom of the elevator shaft.

Several people gathered around, and Chen Ji took the crowbar and used it to pry open the gap.

He lifted the steel plate that occupied a quarter of the ground without much effort.

This was somewhat unexpected for Chen Ji.

However, this also proves that the steel plate had been disassembled many times before, which is why it was so loose.

"this.....!"

Hu Li stood next to Chen Ji, and the moment the steel plate was lifted, she immediately took two steps back!

She bit her lip tightly, still finding it hard to accept even though she had guessed what was going to happen.

If we could really escape from this domain...

For a while, Hu Li may not be able to look at her own face in the mirror.

Just as Chen Ji had guessed, the bottom of the elevator was exactly where it was!

Beneath the steel plates lay layers upon layers of corpses piled together!

And the face at the very top, with pale skin and tightly closed eyes...

It was Hu Li.

Chen Ji touched the corpse's skin; it was slightly cool, didn't bounce back, and was somewhat stiff.

This is the normal state of a person who has just died.

It was obvious that he was different from Hu Li, who was standing next to him, and the slit-mouthed ghost in the stairwell.

"Drag all the bodies out."

Chen Ji said that what he was looking for should be buried at the bottom.

Zuo Shiming and Fei'er immediately pulled Hu Li's body out and piled it to the side of the elevator.

Below that, the originally petite body has been flattened.

His face was ashen, making him look more like a delicate doll without a soul.

It was Phil's corpse.

Chen Ji's eyes flashed; this confirmed the fact that there was only one ghost in the stairwell.

because.....

Following Hu Li, there is Fei Er's corpse, and the appearance of the chainsaw ghost she represents is something that happened in the last cycle.

Chen Ji's body is not inside!

He's not dead?

Was it the fountain pen that changed his fate?

However, the pen remained dormant, and Chen Ji was unable to verify what exactly happened before the last cycle ended.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Chen Ji pulled Fei'er's body, which had been run over by the elevator car, aside.

But no one heard it; as the corpses were dragged away, a faint sound of fingernails scraping against steel plates could be heard...

Squeak...

Squeak...

"Oh!"

Just as Chen Ji was about to continue searching.

A sudden change occurred!

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the elevator shaft above!

There was a dent in the steel plate on the top of the car.

Something fell above the elevator!

Elevator Ghost!

"he came."

Zuo Shiming immediately spoke in a low voice, looking very nervous.

Everyone knows the least about this ghost!

However, the horrifying scene of Wu Zhonghai kneeling in front of the elevator door, his neck covered in blood and flesh, his head severed by the elevator door...

It appeared in everyone's heart in an instant.

The elevator car was completely silent; no one dared to look away from the ceiling.

A few seconds later...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three deafening hammer blows suddenly rang out!

In the blink of an eye, three fist-shaped dents appeared on the top steel plate!

The force it exuded was terrifying!

"Get the dumplings ready!"

Chen Ji immediately spoke softly, then lowered his head and suddenly increased the speed at which he was searching through the items!

There is not much time left for them.

As expected, beneath Fei'er lay Yuan Yuan's corpse.

The further down you go, the more you get squeezed, and your round face is already deformed.

With Yuanyuan's body placed aside, the space inside the sedan chair was further reduced.

Next... is Wu Zhonghai.

This was not unexpected for Chen Ji.

In the second loop, the ghost was trapped in the elevator.

This proves that the person who was killed the day before must have lost consciousness while next to the elevator.

Three people went out to get the blankets.

Zuo Shiming was attacked in the same cycle as Fei'er, but he was not killed because of Tuanzi's protection.

There was no body of Zuo Shiming here either.

That leaves either Zhuang Rui or Wu Zhonghai.

"Teacher Wu... was actually fooled by himself."

Hu Li kept looking at the ceiling, a complex emotion flashing in her anxious eyes.

Sometimes, people can't even recognize their own voice.

Just then, a series of impacts rang out above everyone's heads once again!

That sturdy steel plate couldn't even last half a minute under the ghost's attack.

As thin as paper!

In an instant, a huge hole was punched through it!

Then, an extremely horrifying and bizarre head appeared...

No, they are two heads.

The elevator ghost peered in through the hole at the top.

Everyone took a step back in unison!

Zuo Shiming's face was deathly pale. The silver chain wrapped around his hand gave him a slight sense of security.

Hu Li's arms instantly broke out in goosebumps, she gripped Fei'er's hand tightly, and a chill ran down her spine!

"Teacher Wu..."

Chen Ji murmured.

A chilling chuckle came from the ceiling.

Beside that was Wu Zhonghai's face, but a long and deformed head.

Even after Wu Zhonghai's head was severed by the elevator door, his eyes remained wide open, filled with the extreme terror left behind before his death!

The elevator ghost retrieved Wu Zhonghai's severed head.

It was forcefully inserted into his shoulder.

They formed a shape resembling conjoined twins...

A bizarre scene of two heads sharing one body!

Before anyone could react, an incredibly long hand forcefully shoved under their shoulder into the sedan chair.

The elevator ghost, its arms twisted extremely, bent at a 90-degree angle in the opposite direction, was gripping the edge of the large hole tightly!

"Meow-"

At that very moment, in the minds of Chen Ji and everyone present...

A sharp meow suddenly rang out.

A small, semi-transparent dome immediately appeared around them.

Tuanzi's skill was triggered automatically!

At the same time, the elevator ghost's jagged limbs squeezed completely inside!

The next second, a dark shadow flashed by.

Foul-smelling, sticky saliva dripped from the elevator ghost's mouth, and its dark, hollow eyes were filled with extreme greed!

It couldn't wait to devour the four people below.

However, the elevator ghost's body was suddenly obstructed and stopped in mid-air.

The dumpling's protective shield resembled a soap bubble.

Dreamlike, ethereal, seemingly so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch.

But it did block the elevator ghost from continuing to climb down.

"You only have ten minutes, Xiao Chen, hurry up!"

Zuo Shiming roared angrily, his hand gripping the silver chain tightly.

The calico cat's originally soft fur was now completely bristling.

Tuanzi's ears turned into airplane ears, pressed back, and its furry face also showed an extremely vigilant expression.

Ten sharp claws protrude from the colorful paw pads on the cat's paws.

Tuanzi will absolutely not allow anyone to attack Zuo Shiming!

Chen Ji gritted his teeth and immediately took out Wu Zhonghai's body.

Next up are Vera Wang and Chen Zhiyuan.

Fortunately, the lower you go, the flatter the body becomes.

Until you scroll to the very bottom...

Wang Su's corpse, now resembling a human skin, was easily rolled up by Chen Ji and placed on Fei'er's shoulder.

And those extremely wide-open eyes, and sunken cheeks.

Wang Lijun.

And beside her long black dress, the skin as thin as a cicada's wing...

A stiff, unyielding photograph.