Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

After ten consecutive high-frequency flashes...

pat.

The light came on.

The passageway was as bright as day.

Only then did everyone realize the true nature of this passageway.

This is a circular tunnel that is entirely gray and white, like a snow cave, spacious and clean.

Every ten meters or so, there are some sofas, cabinets and other furniture, some next to the passage leading to the bloodstain entrance, and some against the wall.

As the ground gradually rose, drops of blood dripped down, appearing particularly jarring in the otherwise pristine passageway.

Feng Hui hid behind a large television set, covering his mouth tightly, not daring to move an inch.

This is his fourth domain.

Even after escaping death so many times, Feng Hui still couldn't shake the deep-seated fear he felt when facing ghosts.

Unable to resist, unable to communicate, they could only escape.

This extreme repression and despair had been completely imprinted in his subconscious.

Having survived three near-death experiences, Feng Hui possessed extraordinary caution and reaction speed.

Almost within the first few seconds of the lights starting to flicker, he realized there was a way out.

hide!

After the last flash, every place was plunged into bottomless darkness after the lights went out.

And this flash of light will inevitably cause a change in the light.

That is... turn on the lights!

Once the passage is completely lit, everyone will be exposed to the ghost's sight!

It's impossible for the domain to be completely devoid of life; the furniture he bumped into along the way was a gift from the domain to them, providing them with shelter.

Feng Hui knew that ghosts hunted in the dark using their hearing...

Therefore, he did not speak up to remind his teammates in front of him.

Instead, he quietly retreated behind the television set by himself.

Feng Hui remained completely unmoved.

After all... that was just a temporary team formed after entering the domain.

A dozen seconds later, the lights came on completely.

Feng Hui stared intently at the passage ahead, and saw his teammates suddenly freeze, looking around in a panic.

After a moment, he seemed not to see anything and continued running forward silently.

Feng Hui was taken aback.

Where are the ghosts?

Left?

Could it be that he misjudged the situation, and that the bright light actually made it safer?

Feng Hui hesitated for a moment, then stood up slightly, but not higher than the height of the television set.

He planned to wait a few more seconds, and if everything was normal, he would continue forward with his teammates.

After all, the longer you stay in the passageway, the less safe it is.

Moreover, the darkness here always made Feng Hui very uneasy, like a taut string in his heart that he couldn't relax.

Further away, people were running, unaware that the ghost had appeared.

Feng Hui quietly counted his breaths, and after three, his feet began to move slightly.

Swish!

A gust of wind blew by.

His teammate in front of him suddenly stopped.

Feng Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his raised feet abruptly fell back to their original positions, crashing into the television.

boom--

A slight muffled thud came from the bottom of the television.

Feng Hui was instantly covered in cold sweat!

He didn't dare to breathe, his whole body trembling like a leaf, staring straight ahead...

The headless corpse of a teammate.

Just seconds before, he witnessed that scene firsthand...

A long, thin arm, covered in wrinkles and as wrinkled as a hairless mole, "removed" the head of that teammate in the blink of an eye.

Why is it described as "picking"?

Because of that ghost....

It's always been clinging to the ceiling!

It's right above everyone's head!

Feng Hui didn't know whether the ghost had been lying there the whole time, or whether it had silently... crawled past!

If it is the latter, then it must have passed over your head in the preceding few seconds!

It's like a human bending down to pick a flower or a bunch of berries.

My teammate's head was torn off as easily as if it were made of paper.

But Feng Hui was concerned about something else at the moment!

His foot slammed into the television, making a noise in the extremely quiet corridor!

Ghosts use their hearing to hunt, so could they be the next ones to die?

Feng Hui's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his head slightly and saw a twisted, wrinkled human figure crawling forward at an extremely fast speed on the ceiling.

It seemed completely unaware of the sound it had just made.

and many more.....

So that’s it!

Ghosts lose their sight, but their hearing becomes enhanced!

When its vision is restored, its hearing will be greatly impaired!

It's even possible that... complete loss!

Feng Hui's body went limp; the relief of escaping death filled his mind in an instant.

Fortune smiled upon him once again.

Feng Hui steadied himself and stared intently at the ghostly figure in front of him.

The teammate's head had been carelessly tossed to the ground by the ghost, its blood meandering like a long, scarlet ribbon.

As Feng Hui observed the ghost's attacks, his mind raced.

After the lights were turned on, the ghost moved from the ground to the ceiling, completely ignoring the intruders who were visible behind the furniture.

why?

Feng Hui was thinking when he suddenly froze.

The ghost, which was about to disappear from sight, suddenly stopped.

Is there no one ahead of us?

Before Feng Hui could react, his eyes suddenly froze.

The ghost's head... somehow turned back.

On his wrinkled face, two empty eye sockets stared straight at Feng Hui, like black holes that absorbed all light.

They made eye contact.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost had vanished.

A sentence suddenly flashed through Feng Hui's mind.

Drops of scalding blood fell onto Feng Hui's neck.

It dripped from his head.

Feng Hui's whole body stiffened, but his head involuntarily and slowly rose.

No one would have guessed that a person's face could turn so pale in a single second.

He saw it...

His hands, uncontrollably raised, then plunged into his own eyeballs, brain, until they pierced through his entire skull.

What was that phrase again?

In the midst of boundless suffering, Feng Hui murmured silently in his heart:

"When you gaze into the abyss..."

The abyss is also gazing at you.

.......

Chen Ji turned his back and rested his head against the back of the sofa.

He could see nothing but the sofa leather in front of him.

He already knew the taboos associated with having the lights on.

Chen Ji had no idea that the person behind the television set a dozen meters in front of him was named Feng Hui.

But he witnessed Feng Hui make a sound, yet he was not killed.

This is the first rule:

[The lights go out, the ghost is on the ground, with zero vision but enhanced hearing.]

[The lights come on, a ghost is overhead, vision returns, hearing disappears.]

As for the ghost above his head... Chen Ji only realized this after witnessing Feng Hui look up and then commit suicide.

The ghost crawled over everyone's heads, but why did it seem like it couldn't see the people behind the furniture, only killing those exposed to the outside?

Unless, of course, these pieces of furniture are merely symbolic objects of refuge.

The root cause is that those who enter the realm can make their presence invisible by hiding behind furniture!

Now that you mention it, the ghost really never went near these pieces of furniture.

It's as if it can't be seen.

The second rule combines the giant macaques outside with Feng Hui's death.

Feng Hui had already hidden behind the furniture, but he was still dead.

However, his death was quite different from that of other people who lost their heads.

The others were killed, but Feng Hui....

He had stabbed his own head through with his bare hands!

Anyone with even a shred of pain or reason wouldn't do that.

Chen Ji sighed silently. The reason Feng Hui died was most likely because he saw a ghost's body.

He did not miss the sight of Feng Hui constantly looking outside.

In physics, there is a concept called the "observer effect":

This means that when you observe a quantum system, you are actually making contact with that system.

The moment he saw the ghost, Feng Hui had already been noticed by the ghost.

This is the second rule:

The ghost cannot be observed when the lights are on.

That is to say...

Don't look at anything inappropriate.