Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 473 [The Train] Facing the Hush Ghost

The strange feeling that had been lingering in his mind ever since he entered the tunnel had been gradually intensifying until it reached its peak at this moment!

This finally allowed Chen Ji to figure out exactly what was wrong.

pottery figurine.

They are terracotta figurines.

Chen Ji felt a chill run down his spine. He should have realized something was wrong back then, but it took him so long to notice this anomaly!

The terracotta figures could never have collapsed.

Because Chen Ji also met the "Prophet" in 2025.

All past events prove that the effect can determine the cause. Since Chen Ji still has the memories of the "Prophet" in his mind, the "Prophet" should have existed before 2025.

If it had truly collapsed, Chen Ji would never have seen it, much less remember that this strange object had been used at the wedding banquet.

Therefore, the collapse of the [Prophet] is illogical and does not conform to the timeline.

unless......

It was completely intact.

Once this idea is formed, all the strangeness suddenly becomes jarring:

The ghosts haven't even touched them yet.

He put immense pressure on the three of them simply by using his voice.

Tian Qinghe was terrified, as if he had forgotten that he had a terracotta figurine protecting him, so much so that Chen Ji had to remind him.

But just after he was reminded that the terracotta figure was still there, the terracotta figure shattered the next second.

How could such a coincidence happen?

Furthermore, if the Rosary Demon and [Hush!] are really that strong, why didn't they just smash the terracotta figure in the first place?

Everything happened too naturally.

Furthermore, the terracotta figurines did not feel nauseous after they broke, so how can you conclude that the rosary ghost was about to unleash its "vomiting" ability?

This thought...

Does it truly belong to me?

Chen Ji fell silent.

More than that.

Han Bing's shoes were in front of the workshop, but he ran back instead.

This proves that he left the workshop, walked a few hundred meters, and then turned back.

This trajectory itself is highly illogical.

Then, following the instructions in the drawing, he went through the iron gate.

The door wasn't closed, as if it were deliberately saying, "I've escaped here!"

As the clues pieced together, a memory that had been sealed away since he emerged from the tunnel slowly surfaced in his mind:

Tian Qinghe's experience at the train station.

What happened in the lobby before we arrived?

Chen Ji looked at Tian Qinghe and suddenly asked.

Tian Qinghe opened her mouth, somewhat uncertainly saying, "I took Dabao and went into the hall..."

Chen Ji didn't speak.

He looked into his arms.

There should have been a child there.

Where's Da Bao?

Da Bao disappeared after they came out of the tunnel.

For such a long time, none of the three of them realized that something was wrong.

This is irrefutable proof that their perception has been distorted.

"Tian Qinghe".

"You entered the illusion of the Rosary Ghost in the hall," Chen Ji said, emphasizing each word. "Your perception was altered, which led you to bring Da Bao into the hall."

"You told us this yourself."

"You forgot."

"Because the rosary demon wants to change our perception again, the first thing it will do is..."

"The point is to make you forget that it even has this ability."

As soon as Chen Ji finished speaking, Tian Qinghe and Du Tingfeng's expressions changed drastically!

A chill ran down their spines in an instant. They had been pondering the power of "Shh!" and figuring out how to shut down the strange creature, but silently...

The rosary ghost was overlooked.

It must have discovered that none of the three were dead, and knew that vomiting was useless.

But the terracotta figurines cannot obscure the illusions they create.

"Since they can change perception, wouldn't it be an easy task for these two ghosts to kill us?"

Tian Qinghe suddenly realized something was wrong: "Why are we still alive?"

"Because we are still useful."

Chen Ji said softly.

For some reason, he kept his voice very low.

"This illusion was opened by the rosary ghost at the beckoning command of [Shh!]."

"Its purpose should be to find Han Bing."

“Everything here is fake,” Chen Ji said rapidly. “The painting we saw was also fake.”

"Don't forget that before we came out of the tunnel, the ghost in the painting already had a body and looked like a monk."

"But after exiting the tunnel, the ghost turned into a blurry black shadow."

"And it was always in an old apartment building before, wasn't it? All the images were just hints, more like a stream of consciousness, so why is everything being brought into the open now?"

"unless......"

Chen Ji murmured, "The painting has also been altered."

"The purpose of ghosts is to make us feel that the sudden change of scene is reasonable."

"That's why there's this inexplicable, suddenly appearing second iron door."

"Because we subconsciously believe that once we're inside the iron gate, we can go anywhere."

"So, [shh!] the devil is the one who manipulated all of this, but why did it have to—"

Du Tingfeng's words came to an abrupt end.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the rows of hospital beds covered with sheets.

The list is full of Han Bing's name.

The face in the photo has no facial features.

Chen Ji knew that Du Tingfeng had already understood.

"It can't find Han Bing either."

Chen Ji said softly.

"Don't forget, [shh!] only took the eyes, ears, and mouth; Han Bing's nose is still on her face."

"But in the altered painting, he has no facial features at all."

"If someone has no facial features, can you still recognize who he/she is? No."

And that is the weakness that the ghost unintentionally projected into the painting.

The Creator Ghost is dead after all, and no matter how much its territory can suppress the Ghost Constellation, there will eventually be loopholes.

This loophole is Han Bing's only way out.

Gui Su wouldn't allow [Shh!] to kill its user so easily, so there's a high probability that [Shh!] won't be able to identify Han Bing.

It could only go to the place where Han Bing first used it (the fork in the road) to find the other party, but Han Bing was rescued by Chen Yuetan in time and was far away from that area.

therefore.

It needs someone else to help it recognize Han Bing.

That is, Chen Ji and the other two.

In other words, everything after exiting the tunnel—Han Bing's shoes, the content of the painting—was all fake.

The same goes for hospitals.

He guessed that the removal of these white cloths one by one was a process of elimination to help him say "Shh!"

Until they finally find Han Bing's real "sickbed" and unveil the shroud, [Shh!] the ghost will use them to find Han Bing.

But where exactly are we now?

Tian Qinghe was somewhat confused: "Does this iron gate really exist?"

Chen Ji couldn't be sure either.

Now we can only turn back and see if we can leave through the iron gate.

Although he felt there was a high probability that the door could not be opened.

Without further hesitation, the three of them immediately returned to the corridor they had been in before.

It was the same stretcher, the same slogan, and the same iron gate.

Chen Ji tensed up, constantly watching his surroundings, then slammed the door shut—

It's not a tunnel outside.

The door wasn't locked either.

Instead, the door opened.

It's not a tunnel outside.

It's still the corridor.

A mirrored corridor.

Just then, Du Tingfeng felt a sudden chill on his shoulder.

A convulsing, deformed hand stiffly touched his shoulder.

This hand belongs to the body on the stretcher behind them.

"Xu Cong".

Du Tingfeng slowly turned around and saw that just a few centimeters behind him, "Xu Cong's" face looked hollowed out, with two empty eyeballs and an upside-down mouth.

It is not Xu Cong.

It held up its finger and whispered:

"Shh!"

The instant Du Tingfeng saw its face...

click-

There seemed to be an invisible shell on his face, with a crack appearing quietly.

Du Tingfeng's mind resounded, and in an instant, he became certain of two things:

1. [Shh!] We already know they're no longer of any use to us.

Second: The terracotta figurines also covered his and Tian Qinghe's bodies.

Otherwise, he would already be dead.

Because this ghost isn't invisible.

Seeing a face, however, will trigger a fatal taboo!