Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Approaching the slide, you can faintly hear a very slight noise at the bottom.

The inside of the slide is also painted bright blue, some of which has peeled off, revealing the sheet metal underneath, giving it a vintage feel reminiscent of amusement parks from the 1980s or 90s.

Without further hesitation, Chen Ji slid down.

The slide was much longer than he had imagined, perhaps because of its height, and was designed in a spiral shape.

About ten seconds later, Chen Ji finally saw the bright white light at the cave entrance.

In the blink of an eye, he slid out of the slide and landed heavily in a pool filled with thick foam balls.

This is clearly an indoor playground for children.

Having just emerged from the dim environment, Chen Ji's eyes were stinging from the excessively bright white light, and his vision became blurry for a moment.

A strong, powerful hand pulled him up:

"You are the sixth."

It was a woman's voice, and it sounded very calm and composed.

Chen Ji stood up from the sponge, rubbed his eyes, and finally saw the person who had pulled him up.

Standing in front of him was a woman who was about 1.7 meters tall. She had two braids, wore a tracksuit, and had a plain and unadorned face, but she looked very familiar.

The muscles in her arms and calves were very prominent.

A name suddenly flashed through Chen Ji's mind, and he immediately murmured it aloud: "Zhang Wenyi?"

That was a very popular female boxer a couple of years ago.

The woman nodded, took a few steps back, and walked into the crowd with Chen Ji.

There are still four people in front of me.

Zhang Heng escaped ahead of him and was standing next to a man with dark red hair. He was taken aback when he saw Chen Ji come out.

Immediately, he whispered in the red-haired man's ear, his gaze occasionally glancing at Chen Ji with a sinister glint in it.

Chen Ji looked at him calmly. He didn't know that the tall, thin man from before was named Zhang Heng, but he knew that this red-haired man should be "Third Brother" from Tang Qin's organization.

Because Chen Ji had seen him with his own eyes.

At the fork in the road after escaping from the mental hospital, Chen Ji, in Du Tingfeng's sports car, saw a black truck crash into a tree by the roadside.

And the man standing next to the truck at that time was this red-haired man.

His gaze followed Du Tingfeng's sports car until it was almost turning a corner, at which point Chen Ji could still see him waving.

The red-haired man listened absentmindedly to Zhang Heng's whisper, and when he turned his head, he met Chen Ji's gaze with an enigmatic smile.

Chen Ji made no response and continued to scan the remaining people.

This place is almost exactly the same as the previous circular plaza, equally spacious and huge, surrounded by a large, curved white wall.

Not far from Chen Ji stood a bald, middle-aged man.

His face was solemn, and it was unclear what he was thinking. His clothes were stained with blood.

A man wearing glasses and a windbreaker, who looked like a programmer, walked towards Chen Ji.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Xun."

He was very direct. He led boxer Zhang Wenyi and Chen Ji to the bald man and began to discuss the survival path of the domain.

These people all escaped during the second period of darkness.

It wasn't because they were faster, but because they entered the tunnel from different directions and at a higher altitude, meaning they were almost a lap ahead of Chen Ji from the very beginning.

“Everyone should have already guessed what the instructions are for this time,” Zhao Xun said. “Don’t look, don’t listen, don’t speak.”

However, Zhang Wenyi was taken aback: "What is guidance?"

She did indeed guess the meaning expressed by the macaques in the circular plaza outside, but she didn't know that it was guidance given by the domain.

Zhang Wenyi is a newcomer.

The bald man glanced at her with some surprise, already guessing that Zhang Wenyi might be entering the domain for the first time.

He wanted to say something, but after seeing Zhang Wenyi's muscular arms, he shut his mouth.

Chen Ji didn't react much, and quickly explained the basic concepts and rules of a domain to Zhang Wenyi.

Barring any major surprises, boxer Zhang Wenyi should be the only newcomer to survive the first round.

A soft voice sounded from beside them:

"Where is the macaque?"

Everyone was startled!

Chen Ji immediately looked over and found a pile of blankets at his feet, with a boy sitting on them.

He had a very ordinary appearance. Chen Ji glanced at him and forgot what he looked like. It seemed that he could not leave any impression on his mind at all.

Only by staring intently at the boy's face could one barely make out his features.

When did he come?

Or was he always by their side?

Everyone looked wary, and no one noticed the boy's presence!

"My name is Wang Xiaoming."

The boy stood up; he seemed to be someone who didn't talk to people often, and his voice was somewhat shy.

"I called you several times just now, and finally you responded."

Chen Ji didn't hear anything at all.

The group looked at each other, puzzled. None of them had heard Wang Xiaoming's voice.

Chen Ji looked at the blanket under him and found that it was the same type of sheet he had previously hidden from.

So Wang Xiaoming was the one who escaped using the blanket.

Seeing that no one answered, Wang Xiaoming looked around before reaching out and patting Zhao Xun and Chen Ji on the shoulder.

The moment their bodies touched, Chen Ji and Zhao Xun felt a jolt, and instantly felt that Wang Xiaoming's body became much clearer, no longer as easily forgotten as before.

"I have a low profile, haha."

Wang Xiaoming smiled awkwardly. Chen Ji looked closely and realized that he was wearing a common plaid shirt, and his overall appearance was indeed very ordinary.

In short, Wang Xiaoming seems like the kind of person who would disappear in a second if thrown into a crowd.

Chen Ji smiled at him, seemingly lost in thought.

bang——

Another person has fallen down the slide!

A middle-aged woman, looking extremely disheveled, ripped off the curtains draped over her body, her lips tightly pressed together.

"Cloud Kite".

The red-haired man suddenly shouted and walked up with Zhang Heng in a few steps.

Chen Ji's eyes flashed, and he noticed that the compass in Zhang Heng's hand had disappeared.

"Third Brother! I knew you'd be waiting for me down there!"

Yun Yuan said somewhat excitedly. Although she was older, she still addressed the red-haired man as Third Brother, then turned her head and said calmly:

"Zhang Heng, you actually came out too."

Zhang Heng's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

Yun Yuan seemed to be the last survivor. After she stood up, a curtain fell at the exit of the slide, as if to indicate that no one else would come out.

Zhao Xun frowned:

"The second level is about to begin."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rumbling sound came from above, and at the same time, piles of pebbles and bricks suddenly fell from the ceiling!

A thought flashed through Chen Ji's mind like lightning; he immediately shouted and retreated several steps:

"That macaque is going to crash down!"

Everyone moved quickly, and within seconds, a large wall panel suddenly crashed to the ground, and the dust it kicked up instantly filled the entire children's square!

It turned out that they were located directly below the circular plaza.

The macaque fell straight down from the upper floor to this floor.

Chen Ji lowered his hands from his ears; the sound just now was like a cannonball exploding!

He was about to lower his head, not daring to look directly at the macaque, when he suddenly paused, startled.

The monkey statue, which remained motionless, crashed onto the north side of the square, facing the wall, its eyes hidden from view.

At this moment, it no longer covered its eyes with its hands, but instead covered its ears.

"Why is there a whiteboard here?"

Zhang Wenyi suddenly said in surprise.

Chen Ji turned his head and looked at the spot where the others had been standing. There, a vertical whiteboard, about half a person's width wide, had appeared, with the following written on it:

[Pass on the message]

[A message was relayed based on an item; the last person to relay it incorrectly died.]

[Take a three-minute break after each round of the game.]