Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Wang Xiaoming immediately used his supernatural abilities!

His figure completely disappeared into the crowd, vanishing into the air.

Zhang Heng's face was gloomy as he stared intently at Chen Ji, never expecting that it wasn't him who had died!

The red-haired man didn't question Chen Ji's survival. Instead, he pulled Zhang Heng and Yun Yuan aside and said something to them.

He seemed a little angry.

Chen Ji stood silently against the wall, staring at the spot where Wang Xiaoming had disappeared.

He wasn't happy about this stroke of good luck; instead, he felt a little regretful.

Chen Ji had actually... found a way to break the deadlock.

However, it wasn't until the latter half of this round of the game that the outcome was fully determined.

But by then it was too late.

Zhang Heng and the other two returned and stood silently watching the air.

Yun Yuan glared at Zhang Heng fiercely, her resentment reaching its peak!

It was only after the communication that she realized that everyone should have been able to say the correct sentence this time.

Once everyone gets it right, the game is completely over!

The ghost's lie didn't work on Third Brother; it was Zhang Heng who secretly altered it!

She always looked down on Zhang Heng, thinking him narrow-minded and short-sighted.

Zhang Heng's actions now confirm Yun Yuan's impression of him once again.

No wonder Third Brother specifically instructed Zhang Heng before the last round of the game...

Zhang Heng remained calm, seemingly oblivious to Yun Yuan's gaze.

Although he failed to kill Chen Ji, he would still have gained something if Wang Xiaoming had died.

In mid-air, a plaid shirt suddenly appeared and then floated down to the ground.

Wang Xiaoming still died.

No one saw it, no one noticed it, even in death, it was a death without any sense of existence...

He could evade the ghosts, but he couldn't escape the vortex's corrosive effects on his body.

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing that the red-haired man didn't react, he took a few steps forward and was about to take the strange item, the plaid shirt!

However, someone was one step ahead of him.

Zhang Wenyi's leg muscles were extremely developed. At this moment, he leaped up, and as soon as the plaid shirt landed on the ground, she grabbed it in her hand!

"This is what you call a ghost?"

She said softly, tying the plaid shirt around her waist.

A phrase flashed through her mind: the instructions for using a plaid shirt.

“Zhang Wenyi, this is not something a newcomer like you can take.”

Zhang Heng was a beat slow, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Wenyi.

He didn't expect that Zhang Wenyi had already had his eye on this plaid shirt!

Although Zhao Xun was also moved when he saw the plaid shirt, he had already quietly stepped aside.

He glanced discreetly at the people present, sighed helplessly, and knew that it was no use for him no matter what.

Of the six remaining survivors, besides himself, Zhang Heng, Yun Yuan, and the red-haired man were clearly together.

Chen Ji stood alone by the wall, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, seemingly having no desire for the plaid shirt.

Zhang Wenyi, although this is his first time entering the domain, is definitely a ruthless person to have survived until now.

and.....

Everyone knows her true identity in the outside world.

A flicker of emotion appeared in Yun Yuan's eyes. Although she had never really liked Zhang Heng, the two were, after all, colleagues.

Moreover, she knew very well how much benefit obtaining this strange object could bring her.

Her performance evaluation was just one step away from meeting the target...

Yun Yuan walked to Zhang Heng's side, her voice calm:

"Zhang Wenyi, give this to us."

“We know your identity in the real world. After we leave this realm, we can exchange something else with you.”

Her words carried a subtle hint of threat.

Zhang Wenyi chuckled: "You're welcome to come find me anytime."

She took two more steps forward, getting closer to Zhang Heng and the other person, and raised her face with disdain:

"But once I get my hands on this strange object, it's mine."

"You can try to steal it."

She made no attempt to hide her intentions; there was absolutely no way she would give the plaid shirt to Zhang Heng and the other man in front of her.

Zhang Wenyi, whether in competitions, in daily life, or now in the field...

Her domineering nature was on full display.

Chen Ji looked at the dispute before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A line of penmanship slowly disappeared from his hand...

One minute later.

The break is about to end.

Zhang Heng's face was extremely ugly. He had risked playing another round of the game, but he hadn't even achieved one of his goals!

First, Chen Ji definitely used the strange object, guessed the correct answer, and did not die.

Second, Wang Xiaoming is dead, but the plaid shirt was stolen by Zhang Wenyi on the way!

"Third Brother, I still think—"

Unable to contain his anger, he whispered to the red-haired man.

"You want to use my strange artifact to deal with Zhang Wenyi, right?"

The red-haired man stretched and turned to look at Zhang Heng.

His eyes were exceptionally dark, and he had no expression, making it impossible for Zhang Heng to discern what he was thinking.

"Um......"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Heng quickly added, seemingly trying to justify himself:

"Our long-term mission is to search for strange creatures!"

"That's your task, not mine."

The red-haired man smiled and said, then his expression turned serious: "I'll give you a suggestion."

"What is it?" Zhang Heng asked, somewhat surprised.

"Go and fight Zhang Wenyi. If you win, you can get it."

"......"

Zhang Heng glanced at the red-haired man's face with a complicated expression, sensing a hint of mockery in his voice.

He turned his head away and didn't say anything more, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

In the distance, female boxer Zhang Wenyi sat next to Chen Ji and Zhao Xun, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sweat glistened on her strong, powerful arms.

.....

The third round of the telephone game is about to begin.

The order of arrangement in this round is as follows:

The red-haired man, Yun Yuan, Zhao Xun, Zhang Wenyi, Chen Ji, and Zhang Heng.

Looking at the team this time, Chen Ji silently put off ending the game for a while.

He already knew how to get everyone to communicate, and he originally intended to end the game this time.

but.....

Chen Ji glanced at Zhang Heng behind him and thought of his experience during the "not looking" phase.

And then there was Wang Xiaoming's silent death.

Let's wait for the next round.

The clue on the table reappeared: a bust of a child, head tilted, eyes wide open, mouth agape.

They look innocent and lively, a perfect fit for this children's plaza.

The lights dimmed again.

Chen Ji stepped on the pen, stretching his leg out at an angle so that the pen could see the whiteboard.

His thoughts were no longer on this round of the game, but on the sentences that had been uttered in the previous two rounds.

The whiteboard says:

There are eight of us.

One is a doll.

However, the ghost's illogical words subtly connect to these two sentences:

There are eight ghosts among us.

One of them had a broken leg.

Human language and ghost language both seem to be telling the same story.

What is the purpose?

Just as Chen Ji was lost in thought, the pen trembled slightly.

Chen Ji silently pulled his leg back, then seemingly disregarded the taboos in the game and picked up the pen.

The pen wrote a line of words in his palm.

Zhang Heng watched as Chen Ji stretched out his legs and bent over, acting like someone with ADHD, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

He ignored Chen Ji's suicidal movements and stared intently at the prompt.

He never thought that Chen Ji would send him a fax!

He can only rely on himself!

At this moment, a trace of regret flashed through Zhang Heng's mind. It wasn't that he regretted killing Wang Xiaoming, but that he regretted not ending the game in the previous round!

Now, it's his turn to face the same situation Chen Ji had faced before...

After a while.

Zhang Wenyi turned his head helplessly, and the ghost had already appeared in front of the group.

She said softly:

"One of them lost a hand."

That's obviously nonsense.

The correct format should be "One is..."

Without a second's hesitation, Chen Ji turned his head slightly and said to Zhang Heng behind him:

"........"

Zhang Heng's expression immediately turned serious!

The message Chen Ji sent him seemed very suspicious!

Although this sentence doesn't sound strange, it has almost nothing to do with the clues on the table!

However, it is highly likely that Chen could use the strange object to know the correct sentence; otherwise, how did he survive last time?

But how could he be so kind as to tell me the truth?

Zhang Heng was caught in a dilemma.

A hand was held up in front of his face, with a sentence written on it in pen:

"Do you think I'm lying?"