Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 543 [Domain · Second Gate] Twins (2)

“Zhou Liang?” Fei’er said softly.

“Yes,” Chen Ji said. “Because I did some calculations, and if we look at who the previous cursed person was, we are actually twins.”

"So there are five groups left to correspond to the six guests. Either one of these guests is not cursed, or one of our groups is cursed."

“It’s not necessarily Zhou Liang,” Fei’er said. “It could also be that blind man from 309.”

She keenly noticed that the blind man was not actually killed by the "curse" of the paper figure.

The gravedigger's log clearly states that he was strangled by the twins, but the twins were paper figures, making it easy to confuse them.

This means that the curse on the blind man is actually unknown.

"Yes, both are possible."

Chen Ji first affirmed Fei'er's idea, and then expressed his own guess: "However, I think the curse of the blind man may have already appeared."

"It's Feng Yao's side."

He recounted the information he had obtained from Feng Yao:

"Feng Yao said that the layout of the apartment in Jinxiu Garden was very simple, with all the furniture placed against the wall, and there was not even a coffee table."

"Of course, it's possible the homeowner simply prefers a minimalist style, but think about it, this family also has a dog, a dog with very keen eyesight and senses..."

"You mean guide dogs?" Phil tilted her head. "But Big Yellow looks like a mongrel."

"Because guide dogs are not easy to obtain."

Chen Ji said, putting aside the issue of rhubarb varieties for now: "The main reason is that the DVDs in Jinxiu Garden are audio versions."

"At the same time, he has a study at home, but there isn't a single book in it. Is it because he doesn't like to read, or because he can't see them?"

There's another reason: the homeowner is clearly interested in metaphysics and may be a fortune teller, which sounds like a profession that blind people might have...

However, Chen Ji didn't say it aloud, because it was at most a guess.

After a brief explanation, the two hailed a taxi and headed towards the reading companion park.

Fei'er was still processing what Chen Ji had just said.

She gazed out the window, watching the scenery of Taiping City flash by, and suddenly said:

"If we're not dealing with any individual guest, but with twins... then what exactly did they wish for?"

This is actually a fundamental problem.

Who made what wish?

But they had only been inside the second door for half a day, and they had already experienced too much. They were only just figuring out the relationships between the people and had no time to think about their wishes.

The only known item is the incense burner.

Zhang Wei made a wish upon the incense burner in order to cover up a medical malpractice.

"I don't know, I even doubt it, it might not even have been the child's own promise." Chen Ji's mind conjured up images of a five-story photo album.

“Their father has a big problem.”

Now it seems that, assuming the twins were passively accepting someone else's wishes (that is, like they are now), then their father could very well be Zhou Liang, since he went to the funeral shop and most likely bought paper figures.

Chen Ji frowned. He always felt that his thinking was not deep or comprehensive enough, which led to a feeling of forced correspondence.

But if it wasn't Zhou Liang, who would harm these two children who are so young?

How could human nature be so evil?

Ironically, behind this door, today seems to be Father's Day.

On the radio, the innocent voices of children were pure and naive.

"...My dad is so, so good! Although he's very busy and I don't see him often, I know he loves us very much."

The host asked, "Really?"

"Of course!"

"But it's raining so hard today, why didn't your dad come to pick you up?"

"Because...because...he needs to earn money. Mom is sick, and our family needs lots and lots of money..."

Chen Ji's ears twitched.

He sensed something was wrong, and then he heard the host burst into laughter, the sound like fingernails scraping against a wall.

"Really! Really..."

The child's voice clearly carried a hint of sadness.

“Look, your dad isn’t coming to pick you up, so you have to go home in the rain.”

"No, he gave me money, and I'm on the bus right now, aren't I?"

Chen Ji suddenly realized that this was not a program.

There was no host, only a driver.

This is a recording of a conversation inside a car; the children are sitting in the same car as they are now...

Just then, everything went black, the broadcast suddenly stopped, and the taxi drove into a tunnel where there was no signal!

"parking!"

Fei'er immediately shouted, realizing that something was wrong as well.

Her phone screen was lit up in her hand; this was not the way to the reading companion park at all.

The driver didn't say anything.

The car didn't stop.

After a few seconds of silence, the radio station suddenly reconnected.

(rustle......)

"...My dad also has one, a white car..."

Another girl suddenly spoke up, sadly changing the subject.

"The same as mine?" the driver with a hoarse voice asked.

(rustle.......)

The child hummed in agreement.

"So light, so white?"

"Does it also soften as soon as it gets wet?"

squeak-

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Chen Ji's eyes were already serious. From this conversation, he already knew what they were facing at this moment.

The car was driving very fast.

A rustling sound came from the car window that could not be ignored.

rustle--

rustle--

It's like paper being blown by the wind.

Chen Ji gripped the seat with his fingers, and with a ripping sound, a piece of cardboard was torn off.

This is a car made of paper.

He slowly raised his head, first looking at the steering wheel.

There were no hands on it. No one was driving.

My gaze then shifted to the rearview mirror inside the car.

The driver's face was reflected there.

Her skin was as white as if it were powdered, her lips were painted with red paint, and her two dark eyes stared straight at Chen Ji through the mirror.

It met Chen Ji's gaze and smiled slightly.

Upon seeing that smile, Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat, not just because the driver was a paper doll—

More importantly, he finally realized what made this thing truly terrifying.

It's not because it is "what", but because it shouldn't be "what".

It shouldn't be laughing.

It shouldn't be here.

Because that was the paper figure that Chen Ji transformed into last night.

......

rustle.....

Du Tingfeng's ears twitched slightly.

He looked at Xu Sandao, who was sitting on the ground, flipping through the white paper on the ground.

"New paper has appeared again?"

"Ah."

Xu Sandao nodded.

There were more than a dozen sheets of white paper scattered in front of him.

This wasn't something they owned in their store; it had mysteriously appeared on the ground ten minutes ago.

However, they don't appear all at once, but rather in batches of a few at a time; they appear every few minutes.

There's nothing on it, just a blank space.

"..." A hint of doubt flashed in Du Tingfeng's eyes.

They haven't yet discovered what use these blank sheets of paper are; they seem to have appeared out of thin air and pose no danger whatsoever.

My gaze shifted to the outside, where the customer in the white T-shirt was still standing.

The two ultimately failed to sell the paper money, for a simple reason.

Although Ma Zhao's diary mentions that paper horses and paper sedan chairs need to be sold, this has not yet been confirmed.

However, one fact is clear.

They were mourning themselves.

If all the funeral props are sold and the ceremony officially begins, are they dead or alive?

Or is it that death is unavoidable?