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Chapter 8: The Lingering Regret of the World Behind the Door

door.

Behind every door lies a cruel story.

Each door represents a desperate and tragic story. For example, Men Nan in the third ward has a world behind his door, formed from the pain he experienced since childhood.

"There's actually a door here?"

"That's impossible. This is the western suburbs of Hanjiang City. If there's a door here, how come the Ghost Stories Association didn't notice it?"

Zhang Ze stared at the door in the painting, completely baffled.

one way or another.

A strange, scarlet door appears in the painting. Zhang Ze tries to push the door open, and behind the painting is not a wall, but another space that can be entered.

The world behind the door is entirely controlled by the owner of the door.

Zhang Ze took the initiative to enter.

It's like going all out; it's either win or die.

……

The world behind the door.

After Zhang Ze entered, the scene before him changed to a tree hole resembling an old banyan tree, except that the air was filled with a turbid, dark red gel-like substance that permeated the world, refracting strange light like the Tyndall effect.

Repression, isolation.

This was Zhang Ze's first impression.

After standing still for a while to get used to it, Zhang Ze took another look at where he was.

It looks so familiar.

It's a bit like...Boonie Bears?

"Isn't this the tree hollow where those two stinky bears used to live?"

"Is Bear Ridge behind this door?"

The world behind the door can look anything.

Zhang Ze was mentally prepared; he wouldn't be surprised if a ghost appeared as soon as he entered.

But he really didn't expect this when he entered Bear Ridge.

The tree hollow was large enough to accommodate two bears. In the cartoon, the beds where the two bears slept had wooden bottoms and stone bottoms, and these were the two beds in front of Zhang Ze.

Besides the two beds, there were also several honey jars inside the tree hollow.

Zhang Ze tentatively approached the honey jar.

The honey jar emitted a pungent, bloody smell, making Zhang Ze's stomach churn, and he didn't even dare to open the jar.

Could this contain honey?

Just kidding.

After glancing around, Zhang Ze didn't see Xiong or Xiao Zhou.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

As for the outside world, Zhang Ze dared not go too far. If he stayed away from the door for too long and couldn't find his way back, he might get lost in the world behind the door.

About ten minutes later.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the tree hole.

"Dad, the door is open again."

"Hurry up, or Mom will be in danger."

"How could that be? The door is being opened too frequently. It's never been this frequent before."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze...

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

It seems to be... Xiao Zhou?

Besides Xiao Zhou, there were other voices. Out of caution, Zhang Ze did not show himself immediately, but hid behind the bed and silently watched the people who entered the tree hole.

It was indeed Xiao Zhou.

Zhang Zecai breathed a sigh of relief.

To his surprise...

Besides Xiao Zhou, there was another familiar face.

Old Zhou.

The father and son entered the tree hollow one after the other. Besides them, there were several other people carrying various weapons.

They were called weapons, but they were actually very rudimentary, consisting at most of a few sharpened branches and stones, things that could be found anywhere in the forest.

"Um?"

"Why is nobody here?"

"That's impossible. The door opened just now; someone from outside must have come in."

"It's over. If we go into the forest and encounter that woman, everything will be over. We have to find someone right away."

There was nothing unusual about this group of people.

Zhang Ze emerged from the bunker.

Upon seeing Zhang Ze, Old Zhou's expression softened slightly, as if he had confirmed that it wasn't his wife who had come in. However, his expression then changed, as if he had suddenly realized something.

The painting is kept in his house.

Xiao Zhou had just come in.

How did Zhang Ze, a complete stranger, get in?

I was just about to speak.

Suddenly, several clear crow calls came from outside the tree hole.

"quack!"

"quack!"

Several crows appeared out of nowhere outside the tree hole. One of the crows grabbed a middle-aged woman next to Old Zhou, and the other crows all swooped down on the woman as if they had locked onto a target.

The middle-aged woman panicked and frantically swatted at the crows, but to no avail.

The crow dragged the woman out of the tree hole.

No one dared to make the slightest noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the crows again. Old Zhou organized the remaining people to shrink to the deepest part of the tree hole, holding their breath and keeping quiet.

"Crunch, crunch..."

A series of tearing and chewing sounds that sent chills down your spine.

A few minutes later.

Zhang Ze looked at the spot where the woman had been dragged away.

All the crows flew away, leaving only a blood-soaked corpse, its internal organs pecked out, its body covered in wounds, a gruesome sight to behold.

Several minutes passed.

Make sure the crows have completely left.

Only then would someone dare to speak up.

"It's over. Just like before, someone will die after someone enters the door."

"Oh no, this is it, we're doomed."

The speaker was a young-looking man, who looked like he had just graduated from university, but he was dressed in designer brands, so he was obviously a wealthy man.

Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"What are you doing here?"

He didn't understand. This was the world behind the door. It was one thing for Xiao Zhou to be here, but how could there be other living people, including the long-dead Lao Zhou? Logically, living people shouldn't exist in the world behind the door.

"Okay, before you ask me that question, I also have a question to ask you."

"you say."

"How did we get here?"

Zhang Ze: ?

"Are you out of your mind? Just repeating my question doesn't make it a new question!"

Old Zhou shook his head. "I'm serious. Based on what Xiao Zhou told me, I'm already dead in reality."

"But for some reason, I'm still stuck in this place."

"Moreover, I can't remember when I entered this place or how I got in. Xiao Zhou told me some things, and I barely remembered them, but I can't remember them for long."

"This person is called Li Yang. He has been here longer than me. He should have told me about himself before, but I can't remember."

Zhang Ze looked at the young man.

Li Yang nodded. "Like Lao Zhou, I can't remember anything from the past either."

"After Xiao Zhou came in, he told me that Lao Zhou was already dead in real life, and I guessed that I was probably dead in real life too."

"As for why we're stuck here... I don't know either."

Zhang Ze fell silent.

Old Zhou can't remember his past, he has lost many memories, which seem to remain in the world of the painting in the form of regret.

This is not unprecedented.

After Chen Ge enters Ping An Apartment, he will also receive the lingering thoughts of the victims of Ping An Apartment. Lingering thoughts are a very low-level ghost, which does not have the ability to kill, and it is even difficult to affect reality. At most, it can only scare people.

As for Xiao Zhou...

Xiao Zhou still remembers what happened in real life.

This means that Xiao Zhou is still alive.