Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Yun Yuan turned her head and looked at the red-haired man with a hint of confusion.

Zhang Heng also leaned forward and whispered in the red-haired man's ear.

Before the game even started, Chen Ji had already noticed the strange behavior of the three people in Tang Qin's organization!

Not only him, but Wang Xiaoming in front of him also had a flash of insight.

However, he did not move, still somewhat wary of the sign that read "Don't move around after lining up."

After all, no matter how much those three people talked, they didn't go beyond where they were standing.

Behind Wang Xiaoming, Chen Ji quietly tilted his body slightly.

He was testing the limits of the rules.

Chen Ji stood still, but his upper body had already deviated from the straight line of the group, like a flagpole bent by the wind, staring straight ahead.

Because of this posture, he could vaguely see that the red-haired man pondered for a moment, and then said something to Zhang Heng.

His mouth opened and closed twice in succession.

After saying that, the red-haired man was about to turn back when he saw Chen Ji's head peeking out.

He paused for a moment, but said nothing, simply continuing to stare straight ahead without making any further movement.

"Hey!"

"Come back!"

Chen Ji heard Wang Xiaoming's anxious shout after someone touched his shoulder.

Wang Xiaoming naturally noticed Chen Ji's unusual movements behind him and was startled. He quickly spoke up to warn him.

However, his presence was so weak that he had to repeat himself several times before Chen Ji's body was touched before he could hear Wang Xiaoming's voice.

"It's okay, the game hasn't started yet."

Chen Ji said softly, turning back. He had already made preliminary progress in verifying one of his conjectures.

He put the pen back in his pocket, not daring to use it in this round of the game.

The lights went out for a second.

When it lit up again, it had become dim.

The game has officially begun.

In the group, the red-haired man, Zhang Heng, and Yun Yuan no longer looked tense; instead, they subtly revealed a sense of understanding.

Another sentence appeared on the whiteboard.

Zhao Xun stared intently at the words on the whiteboard, his expression unchanged.

He felt that the statement was normal and consistent with the prompt and logic.

As the words on the whiteboard faded, Zhao Xun turned his head slightly and whispered to Yun Yuan behind him.

Yun Yuan seemed completely unsurprised by these words, and without pausing, she quickly relayed them to Zhang Wenyi behind her.

One is...

Zhang Wenyi's sharp eyes were fixed on the side of Yun Yuan's face that she was turning to the side.

She hadn't forgotten that Yun Yuan had closed her eyes when she had scanned the area earlier.

This time, however, Yun Yuan's eyes were open.

She is not a ghost.

Zhang Wenyi glanced at the dirty rag doll on the table again, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little more at ease.

She had just turned her head, about to speak, when she suddenly froze.

Zhang Wenyi could vaguely see the face behind her...

It's so familiar.

She wore two braids, and her nose was slightly crooked, a result of an injury she sustained during a competition.

Behind Zhang Wenyi is herself.

The difference was that on that pale face, the eyes were tightly closed, as if sealed with glue.

This is... a ghost!

She opened her mouth, then immediately closed it again, her whole body tensing instantly, unsure whether to say what she had just heard!

A few seconds passed.

A very familiar voice came softly from behind her.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Zhang Wenyi was covered in cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and spoke again, her voice becoming very dry.

"One is..."

The red-haired man reached into his pocket and touched a piece of rough fabric.

He heard Zhang Wenyi's question from ahead.

[Zhang Wenyi] did not turn his head.

The skin below its neck, visible beneath its collar, was difficult to discern in the dim light; it was covered with layers upon layers of wrinkles.

That couldn't possibly be human skin.

Its voice is like a recording, word by word, which doesn't sound wrong at first, but a strong sense of incongruity can be felt upon closer listening:

"one……"

"It's broken, the leg."

The red-haired man stared expressionlessly at the back of Zhang Wenyi's head, rubbing the opening and closing mouth on the fabric in his pocket. Suddenly, an angry voice rang in his mind.

That's right.

The red-haired man turned his head and whispered to Zhang Heng behind him:

"..."

What he said was exactly the same as what was written on the whiteboard.

Chen Ji was standing in the last row, and had gradually drifted away from the group without anyone noticing.

As if he were testing something, Chen Ji's movements, which started as slight shifts, gradually became larger and larger.

At the same time, Chen Ji's eyes were thoughtful, and the scene of the red-haired man speaking kept replaying in his mind.

The lips open and close twice; this is a two-word phrase.

Moreover, this word must be referring to a cue on the table.

The three people in Tang Qin's organization had acted strangely before, so it's highly likely they had seen this thing before.

There is only one clue on the table. Based on the previous round of the game, there will most likely be a quantity calculation this time as well.

Chen Ji stretched out one leg, seemingly reaching for something on the empty ground, while silently mimicking the red-haired man's lip movements.

The closest one, and the one that matches the clue, plus a quantifier, is likely to be:

A doll/toy

Chen Ji noted down these three words and waited for Zhang Heng to relay his message before making a decision.

Behind Zhang Heng is Wang Xiaoming. Regardless of whether the ghost successfully altered the message, the message he passed on to Wang Xiaoming must be wrong, but in order to confuse the public, it will not be altered too obviously.

Chen Ji thought for a moment, deciding to wait until he had eliminated all the options before telling Wang Xiaoming the answer before speaking.

After a while, he felt his body being bumped by an elbow and realized that Wang Xiaoming had turned his head away.

Wang Xiaoming's voice carried a hint of doubt:

"One is a doll...?"

This statement sounds perfectly fine.

As Chen Ji predicted, the ghost probably failed to tamper with the documents.

This means that the first sentence must contain the words spoken by the red-haired man for the person before him to speak the correct sentence.

However, Zhang Heng would likely not allow the correct sentence to reach him.

Immediately, Chen Ji crossed out the option containing the word "doll." He then tried to repeat the red-haired man's lip movements before making his final decision.

He has never used a fountain pen before, so he has one chance to try and fail.

Wang Xiaoming was waiting for Chen Ji to finish the game when he suddenly froze, his hand already being pulled up by Chen Ji.

WANOU

Chen Ji wrote a few letters on his hand.

doll?

The word flashed through Wang Xiaoming's mind, and he suddenly understood why Chen Ji was silent.

Once Chen Ji says his final words, the game will end. If he is right, then the order of death will pass to Wang Xiaoming!

Wang Xiaoming's heart stirred slightly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to change the content of the message, but his whole body suddenly trembled!

He was speechless!

Wang Xiaoming's throat felt like it was stuck, and he could only cough and gag, unable to utter a single word!

The game isn't over... The person relaying the message only has one chance.

After a long while, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He didn't look at Chen Ji anymore, but just shook his head.

Zhao Xun, who was at the front, clenched his fists tightly, feeling increasingly anxious. This round of the game was much longer than the last one!

Zhang Wenyi was also somewhat uneasy. She always felt that as time went on, some unpredictable things would happen.

She could feel the ghost behind her moving slightly.

Chen Ji sighed, watching Wang Xiaoming's dejected figure, and hesitated to speak, uttering his final message.

The only thing he hadn't considered was that the message could only be relayed in one sentence.

He heard footsteps coming from the ranks, and it seemed that something was slowly walking towards the back.

Can't delay any longer.

"One is playing with... dolls."

Chen Ji's expression was complicated as he spoke softly. By the time he said the fourth word, he already knew that he had pronounced the correct words.

The warning about the fountain pen's potential death did not appear.

beep—

Game over!

Wang Xiaoming immediately turned around to look at Chen Ji, his face turning deathly pale!

No vortex appeared on Chen Ji's body.

As the lights suddenly came on, Wang Xiaoming underwent the same strange transformation as the bald man before him…