Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

"Are you kidding me?"

Bai Shaohua was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard.

But Liu Zi was indeed holding a red woolen scarf, not long, like a child's size.

"The scarf of the doll that Chen Ji is wearing," Liu Zi said simply, without further explanation.

doll?

Upon hearing this, Bai Shaohua then remembered that Chen Ji had indeed been carrying a doll on his shoulder.

It looks like a poorly made monkey, with button eyes and sparse, matted fur.

But around her neck... she was indeed wearing a red scarf!

However, since entering the domain, the monkey had been quietly perched on Chen Ji's shoulder, lifeless, so Bai Shaohua didn't have any particular impression of it.

But how did a monkey end up here?

"Has the mourning ceremony already ended?"

Bai Shaohua's expression shifted slightly: "Chen Ji is in the small building, which is why Feng Yao went in alone."

"He and Fei'er are paper figures now, so of course they won't leave any footprints."

However, Wu Hui suddenly said, "Not necessarily."

Of the three people present, only she and Chen Ji entered the underworld together.

"I remember that I never saw that monkey again, whether it was on Chen Ji or the paper doll."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "The monkey must have disappeared after entering the underworld."

Therefore, Bai Shaohua's conjecture is invalid.

Liu Zi frowned slightly. No one had been to this building before. If it wasn't Chen Ji who instructed him, what was the monkey's purpose in coming here alone?

Could it be related to the strange incident just now?

Thinking of this, Liu Zi's heart stirred.

The plaza entrance leading to this building was originally closed, but after the anomaly occurred, the entrance inexplicably opened.

Looking back now.

At first, the entire square fell silent.

Silence fell.

Immediately afterwards, all the light sources disappeared, and nothing could be seen.

They couldn't even make a sound.

and many more.....

Isn't this just refusing to listen, refusing to look, and refusing to speak?

Even if they could make contact, the little monkey had never shown such an ability before!

That's why Liu Zi didn't react immediately.

"Is it to guide us? Or are we just coincidentally being influenced?"

Whatever the reason.

Then, considering that this is the end of the mourning road.

The exit of the second door is most likely inside this building.

From the moment he saw this building, Liu Zi had a vague suspicion in his mind.

The core ghost behind this door should be inside the building.

If that's the case, then he, no, and Bai Shaohua, should have seen this address before!

Scenes flashed rapidly through Liu Zi's mind.

The hotel, Zhou Liang, and the funeral document hidden on the hotel's rooftop...

When his gaze settled on the address at the very top of the file, he suddenly spoke:

"Daping City, Twelve Subdistricts"

"What?" Bai Shaohua was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that it was somewhat familiar.

"...The document we stole back then," Liu Zi murmured, "had Zhou Liang's address written on it."

His gaze fell on the road sign not far away.

Beneath the mottled mold, the three characters "12th Street" are faintly visible.

"That's it."

“Zhou Liang’s home is in this building.” Liu Zi stared at the small building: “The core ghost of this door should also be here.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Shaohua's expression immediately changed.

He has not forgotten what happened back then; in fact, Zhou Liang's request is still a thorn in his side.

He had a lingering suspicion that the document he had received might have left them with a major hidden danger.

It's like the last piece of a puzzle has been completed.

The three looked at each other, and at the same time, they all thought of the gravedigger's log.

Zhou Liang kept repeating the same sentence in his dream.

Where is home?

“...The answer was given to us from the very beginning,” Wu Hui murmured.

Zhou Liang wanted that document because of his home address.

If people need to find a way to escape from a cemetery, then do ghosts need to do the same?

So, obtaining the documents doesn't mean the ghost can leave the cemetery.

Only by finding the home where you were born can you begin the journey to leave the cemetery.

“But Zhou Liang didn’t come with us at the time,” Liu Zi said. “And he couldn’t possibly know the complete address.”

At the time, Bai Shaohua only read out the street name and did not reveal the specific house number.

That's what they said, but the three of them hesitated as they looked at the gloomy little building in the distance.

If Zhou Liang truly didn't know, why would he specifically say "goodbye" to Chen Ji?

Let's go inside and take a look first.

Liu Zidao gripped the scarf tightly.

Wu Hui had no objection. Feng Yao was in the building ahead, and they couldn't turn back just because Zhou Liang might come back.

Bai Shaohua gave Liu Zi a strange look, wondering where the other man got his confidence from.

After marking Chen Ji on the ground, the three of them slowly walked towards the small building.

As they drew closer, the dilapidated state of the building became increasingly apparent; it was practically a dangerous structure. It was unclear why Zhou Liang would choose to live there.

Squeak——

Push open the door.

The hallway was pitch black, and Liu Zi squinted until his eyes adjusted to the light.

But the moment his vision returned, a chill ran through his entire body.

Two rows of paper figures stood beside them!

The corridor was already narrow, and the paper figure with its painted eyebrows and eyes was standing less than an inch away from them.

But it was different from what everyone expected.

The paper figures did not react to them.

"Something's not right." Wu Hui glanced around and quickly realized where the problem lay.

They weren't these paper figures at all.

She stepped forward and poked the paper figure. The paper outer shell was already somewhat weathered, and a hole was easily poked through it, revealing the bamboo frame inside.

“These are just ordinary paper figures sold in funeral shops,” Wu Hui said, slowly walking forward. “The problem is, each of these two rows of paper figures is missing one.”

Sure enough, right in the middle of the two rows of paper figures, a space suddenly appeared empty.

It's like leaving a blank space for someone.

"Chen Ji and Fei'er."

Liu Zi's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately understood.

This is clearly a space left for the paper doll curse.

If the curse hadn't ended when Chen Ji and the other person arrived at this building, would they have been left here forever along with the other paper figures?

A slight gloom settled in their hearts. They had lost contact with the mourning procession for a long time and wondered what the situation was like on the other side.

The surroundings were silent, with only their shallow breathing audible.

Even the opera music stopped.

There was not a sound from upstairs either.

Putting the matter of the paper figure aside for the time being, the three of them carefully made their way upstairs.

Compared to Chen Ji's situation, Feng Yao's situation is even more bizarre. Apart from the footprints outside, they have not found any trace of Feng Yao so far.

The door on the second floor was tightly closed, with no signs of anyone trying to open it.

"Don't you guys have a feeling... that Feng Yao seems to know exactly where she's going?" Bai Shaohua suddenly asked in the silence.

Under normal circumstances, with her eyes covered and in an unfamiliar environment, she would easily bump into the paper figures on both sides of the corridor.

But none of the paper figures showed any signs of being touched.

Is it really Feng Yao who stayed here?

But not long after this question arose, Liu Zi, who was walking at the front, had a slight change in expression.

He faintly smelled a bloody odor coming from upstairs.

Before Liu Zi could confirm, a faint noise suddenly broke the brief peace!

"Woo——"

"Woo——"

It's crying.

It was far away, outside the building, drifting faintly from the south.

Almost instantly, the three of them realized what was happening.

No wonder the opera stopped.

because......

The mourning procession is about to reach its destination!