Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

The group quickly glanced at the detailed report below. The gist of it was that a middle-aged landlord had suddenly called the police last night, claiming that a woman from mainland China had died in his house.

Moreover, the woman's death was extremely tragic, and even more bizarrely, her body was still wearing a blood-red wedding dress.

The report concluded by briefly mentioning that the police have not yet responded to the incident.

Xue Ran frowned; she didn't really like the term "mainland girl."

"We are currently in 1999."

Du Tingfeng noticed that she looked unwell and pointed to the date on the newspaper.

This period of time was very delicate. Although Hong Kong had already returned to China, many locals still did not change how they referred to people from the mainland.

Xue Ran pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

What's going on with this gang fight?

Chen Ji suddenly spoke, pointing to the four large characters in the title.

This sentence could be included in the headline, but it was completely omitted from the body of the report.

"This kind of thing is very common in this day and age."

Tian Qinghe said that he liked watching old Hong Kong movies and knew that before the millennium, the security situation in Xianggang was not very good.

"More importantly, is this case related to our mission?"

He paused, then continued, his brows furrowed tightly.

This is a very crucial question.

Not only did he realize it, but the other eight people also exchanged glances and lowered their heads to think.

Once this case is related to the domain's mission, it cannot be compared to a normal murder case.

It's certainly not because of "gang warfare" as reported in the news.

This woman's death must be related to ghosts.

"Drip-drip-"

Suddenly, a bell rang from Tian Qinghe's waist bag.

He paused for a moment, then reached into his bag in front of everyone and pulled out a button phone.

This button phone has a strong sense of nostalgia, its functions are extremely simple, and it's even been given a precious protective case.

This is from within the domain.

Tian Qinghe looked somewhat confused:

Who would call us now?

Liu Zi seemed to be deep in thought. He walked over to him, picked up his phone, and looked at it.

The number above is a landline number.

Does anyone here speak the local dialect?

Tian Qinghe held up her phone and looked at everyone, but everyone shook their heads.

"I'll pick it up."

Chen Ji said, taking the phone from Tian Qinghe's hand.

"You can speak this language?"

Tian Qinghe was taken aback.

Chen Ji shook his head and turned on the phone.

"Hey? Are you lost?"

A somewhat impatient female voice quickly reached his ears...

After a while.

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

After Chen Ji finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"who is it?"

Fei asked, vaguely hearing that the person on the other end of the phone was speaking Mandarin with a slight accent.

"A policewoman named Chen Huiling."

Chen Ji said that it was a very local name.

"Our identities this time are that of a detective team they hired from Shenzhen..."

A glint flashed in Liu Zi's eyes, and he picked up the newspaper again, beginning to read the reports carefully.

Chen Ji glanced at him and said to the remaining people:

"She told us to hurry to a village house in Tai Po to help the police solve a case."

"It's the case of that woman in the red wedding dress who died a violent death."

The domain's mission direction is gradually becoming clear.

The group immediately got up, asked a passerby, and discovered that the address Chen Huiling had given them was on a nearby street.

In less than ten minutes, the nine people had found the place, and Tian Qinghe even bought a map by the roadside.

The entrance to this detached village house was cordoned off with yellow tape, and a young woman in a police uniform stood at the door, looking spirited and quite capable.

She was taken aback when she saw Chen Ji and the others, but she quickly concealed her surprise.

Chen Huiling walked to the group and asked:

Who is Mr. Tian?

Tian Qinghe, with his calm demeanor, stepped forward. He already knew his identity in this domain.

In this day and age, the fact that Tian Qinghe carries a keypad phone with her clearly indicates that she is the leader of this detective team.

"Hello, Mr. Tian."

Chen Huiling's tone was unexpectedly respectful. She looked at the others and said somewhat apologetically:

"I was a little rushed when I was talking to your assistant just now, I'm so sorry..."

Tian Qinghe glanced at the sweat on her forehead and smiled slightly: "We got lost. We're sorry to have troubled you to wait here, Officer Chen."

Chen Huiling nodded slightly and sighed softly.

She wiped her forehead, looked at the others, and introduced herself:

"Everyone, I am Chen Huiling, the police officer in charge of this case."

"We're running out of time. I think we should go inside and talk?"

As she spoke, she glanced toward the street, her expression grim.

"Officer Chen, have a lot of reporters come here?"

Du Tingfeng suddenly smiled and said, "What happened last night was reported first thing this morning, and it's causing quite a stir."

Kelly Chen nodded with a wry smile, which was also the reason she wanted them to come inside and talk.

"This case is quite complicated."

She said, lifting the yellow line so that the people could crawl inside: "The victim's identity is rather special; he is not from Hunan or Hong Kong."

"besides......"

Kelly Chen took a deep breath and said with some difficulty:

"The deceased's name was A Xiang, and the manner of her death... was very strange."

As she spoke, she opened the bedroom door and turned her head away with some reluctance.

The nine people at the door froze instantly.

The three people standing at the front, Tian Qinghe, Chen Ji, and Du Tingfeng, all took a step back, their expressions extremely solemn!

In mid-air, a slender female corpse floated gently in the wind.

Her bright red wedding dress was as vibrant, ethereal, and even... as the rosy clouds on the horizon.

beaming.

Her head, tied with a hemp rope, was hanging from the fan, now tilted to her shoulder.

The exquisite, bright red wedding dress accentuated Ah Xiang's deathly pale skin, making it appear even more ashen and chillingly grayish-blue.

Why...is she so scared?

In the silence, Xue Ran suddenly spoke hesitantly.

Ah Xiang's eyes were wide open, staring intently at the door, her eyeballs bulging out, her expression one of extreme terror!

It's like seeing something extremely terrifying...

"She did not commit suicide."

Du Tingfeng suddenly said.

"Correct."

Kelly Chen said, pointing to Ah Xiang's body, "Look at her hands and feet."

Chen Ji looked closely, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Ah Xiang's hands were bright red, especially the flesh at her fingertips, which had been completely rubbed raw.

Her ten fingers were twisted, bent like two bird claws, as if she were desperately trying to grab something.

"Ah Xiang tried to break free of the ropes, but failed..."

Xue Ran murmured.

When their gazes shifted to Ah Xiang's feet, everyone was instantly horrified!

Because the red embroidered shoes Ah Xiang was wearing were clearly not her size; they were unusually small...

She had all ten toes broken, and even her soles were snapped off, and forced into these embroidered shoes!