Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

"A game of telephone...?"

The bald man muttered, "This is a popular icebreaker game that has been frequently seen on variety shows in recent years."

The first person passes the message to the person behind them, and so on, until the last person says it correctly, and that person wins.

The whiteboard is clearly used to provide the initial sentences.

"And what does 'based on the item' mean?"

Zhao Xun asked, the prompt for the domain was as unclear as ever.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small table appeared beside them, with nothing on it.

"It might be a hint."

Chen Ji said, "There must be something wrong with this game of passing the message, but the Domain will always leave a way out."

The unspoken second half of his sentence was actually a guess in Chen Ji's mind.

During the relay of the message...

The original sentences are often altered.

After all, ghosts have not yet appeared.

A mechanical voice suddenly rang out, abruptly, echoing throughout the entire children's square:

[The game is about to begin]

[Please, all players, line up in order from front to back and do not move around.]

[Waiting - Waiting for the first person to read what's on the blackboard, then passing it on to the last person.]

[Note: You cannot move around freely during the game.]

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ji felt as if his body was being pushed, and he unconsciously moved to a certain position.

The same applies to the others.

Two or three minutes later, everyone was pushed into a line by an unknown force.

Facing the blackboard, the arrangement from front to back is as follows:

Zhang Wenyi, Zhang Heng, red-haired man, Chen Ji, Yun Yuan, Wang Xiaoming, Zhao Xun, bald man.

The people at the very end of the line all looked very serious.

The bald man, in particular, was already sweating profusely. He was the last person there, so the chances of the message changing by the time it reached him were high.

Chen Ji is in the middle position, so the probability of his message being altered is neither high nor low.

He looked around, even glancing at the broken ceiling, but didn't see anything unusual.

The ghosts in the "Don't look" phase seem to have disappeared.

The macaque was as silent as if it were dead, its wrinkled and sparsely haired paws tightly covering its ears.

It conveys a concise and clear meaning:

Do not listen to indecent things.

I won't listen.

Chen Ji silently lowered his head, guessing at the possible taboos.

First of all, given the nature of this game, the taboo can never be simply about ignoring it.

If you really cover your ears and refuse to hear what the previous person is saying, you will have no way of knowing what is written on the whiteboard.

Zhang Wenyi, who was at the very front, had completely blocked the whiteboard.

Due to the rules, she was also unable to move so that the people behind her could see what was written on the whiteboard.

"Brother, make sure you make sure you're clear when you pass on my message!"

Chen Ji overheard the bald man at the end of the line whispering to Zhao Xun in front of him.

"rest assured."

Chen Ji tilted his head and saw Zhao Xun with his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

He quickly turned his head back, not daring to make any large movements. The rules did not clearly specify the scope of the "do not move around" rule, and it was very likely that even a slightly larger movement would violate the taboo.

At that very moment, eight small statues suddenly appeared on the small table next to the whiteboard.

The table was placed at the front left of the line, ensuring that everyone could see what was on it.

Before the group could say anything, the lights went out for a second.

When it lit up again, the white light had become dim.

Zhang Wenyi stood at the very front, his eyes fixed on the whiteboard.

A sentence was slowly appearing on it.

"....."

After a moment, the writing on it slowly disappeared.

Zhang Wenyi glanced at the eight human-shaped statues on the table, had already made up his mind, and leaned his upper body back slightly.

She wanted to shout out the sentences on the whiteboard, but found that her throat felt like it was being choked, and her voice became very soft.

Only Zhang Heng, who was behind her, could hear what Zhang Wenyi was saying.

After a few seconds of whispering...

Zhang Heng leaned back in the same posture and whispered to the red-haired man behind him:

"......"

Chen Ji stood in the middle of the group, lost in thought.

He always felt that the restrictions on the whiteboard had a hidden, malicious intent.

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

Even if the message is altered midway through transmission, only the last person to hear the incorrect message will suffer the consequences.

Similarly, if someone wants to harm the last person, they can simply change the sentences they hear at will.

Perhaps that's why the domain set up a table next to the whiteboard to remind players to pay attention and identify things themselves.

However, Chen Ji wasn't too worried this time. In front of him was the red-haired man, and behind him was Yun Yuan, both of whom belonged to Tang Qin's organization.

For safety reasons, Zhang Heng would not transmit the wrong sentence, especially since there were several people behind Chen Ji.

As Chen Ji was pondering this, the red-haired man in front of him shifted his body slightly.

His voice was very secretive:

There are eight of us.

This is the sentence that Zhang Heng passed on to him.

Chen Ji glanced at the eight statues on the table and nodded.

There are eight of us.

It's a very strange sentence, but it still fits the clues on the table.

Including Chen Ji, only eight people survived the first round and participated in the relay game.

He quickly relayed the same message to Yun Yuan behind him in the same manner.

Yun Yuan, Wang Xiaoming.

Next, Wang Xiaoming passed it on to programmer Zhao Xun.

As always, Wang Xiaoming was completely unnoticed. It took Zhao Xun several attempts before he finally noticed that Wang Xiaoming was speaking.

The last person was the bald man.

but......

Upon hearing Zhao Xun's words, he suddenly opened his eyes wide!

He believed that this statement was completely illogical!

In an instant, the bald man broke out in a cold sweat; his worst fears had come true.

The message was indeed altered!

Who tampered with it?

Ghost, or human?

Did Zhao Xun know that this statement was false?

The bald man's mind raced. He glanced at the eight small statues on the table to his left, unable to make up his mind.

The quantity is correct.

There are indeed eight.....

But this is impossible?

Just then, he vaguely saw a small statue, with unusually long limbs and a wrinkled body, whether he was imagining things or not.

Could it be...

The bald man's eyes lit up!

Just then, the lights went from dim to bright, as if urging the bald man to answer quickly!

A sense of calm flashed across the bald man's face; the more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that his guess was correct.

Therefore, the error lies in the quantity; once corrected, the logic will be sound.

He shouted confidently, his voice no longer restricted, reaching the ears of the seven people in front of him:

"Among us..."

There's a ghost!

beep—

A piercing warning sound came from nowhere and echoed throughout the children's square.

Game over.

Chen Ji was startled. He didn't look behind him, but instead looked at Zhang Wenyi at the front.

She was the first to relay the message, and now she was frowning deeply, her eyes revealing intense confusion.

The same was true for the people behind her.

Chen Ji slowly turned around, only to find that Zhao Xun and Wang Xiaoming had already moved far away, as if they had seen something that made them uncomfortable.

At the very back of the line...

The bald man's body slowly shrank and collapsed; in an instant, it had shrunk to less than a meter in size, with the vortex in his chest as the center.

It's as if there's a mouth inside his body...

Eat him from the inside out.

"Isn't that wrong...?"

The bald man murmured in realization.

The next second, as if he had just felt the pain in his body, he screamed in extreme agony:

"There are eight ghosts among us!"

"There are eight ghosts among us!!"

"These are Zhao Xun's exact words!"

"I changed it, is it right now? Is it right now!"

Chen Ji pursed his lips tightly, his expression complex.

The game is over, and the bald man's words cannot be changed.

Besides...

That statement is also incorrect.