Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 544 [Domain - Second Gate] Infiltration

That's when.

The rustling sound rang in Du Tingfeng's ears again:

rustle......

"Why are they here again?" He was taken aback. The previous few blank sheets of paper had only just appeared, so why was the next wave suddenly moving at a faster pace?

His gaze fell on Xu Sandao again, only to see the other man raising his head and looking around in confusion.

"...It's not a blank sheet of paper."

Xu Sandao said in a low voice, turning his body slightly to the side.

He didn't lie.

No new blank sheets of paper appeared.

His hands were slightly raised, but they didn't touch the paper at all. However, the rustling sound became louder and more frequent.

The two were silent for two seconds, then their gazes turned to the warehouse simultaneously.

Bang!

A loud thud echoed in the warehouse.

.......

"That's strange."

"what happened?"

"Wasn't it supposed to be a curse?" Bai Shaohua wiped the sweat from his brow. "It's not quite what I expected."

"...I originally thought the red bowl would stay with me forever."

"Stop, don't say anymore." Liu Zi forcefully interrupted him.

After spending a short time together, he had already discovered one of Bai Shaohua's characteristics:

He has a particularly sharp tongue; he never speaks of good things, only bad things, and they always come true.

Commonly known as a jinx.

"I'm just talking about the most likely future." Bai Shaohua shrugged. "That's called probability, it's based on mathematics, you wouldn't understand."

"That's just your guess, okay?"

Liu Zi's hands didn't stop as he took the paper money out of the box: "Your strange object isn't a prophetic one."

"You could say that."

"Not counting."

To be honest, Liu Zi hasn't seen any purely prophetic mysteries yet. The closest ones are Wu Su and Qin Lang, a Yin director that Chen Ji mentioned.

Then Du Tingfeng's story can also be linked, but that one is more related to luck.

He absentmindedly counted the paper money, his thoughts drifting away.

Du Tingfeng's chips are quite similar to Bai Shaohua's number eight ball.

The same passive numerical values, the same [change] ability.

Bai Shaohua's number eight ball can, to some extent, increase/decrease the probability of certain events.

But as Bai Shaohua himself said, probability is essentially mathematics. The number eight ball can influence the numerical value of the probability, but it can never alter the essence of mathematics.

Unless the probability reaches 100%.

Otherwise, even if it increases the success rate of something from 20% to 99%, as long as the remaining 1% failure rate is still there, it may become the result.

This is the fatal flaw of ball number eight, and Bai Shaohua himself should be well aware of it:

He can control numbers and possibilities, but he never knows when fate's cruel joke will strike.

"...In short, it's not safe enough, like playing Russian roulette."

Liu Zi thought to himself. The best combination is actually to use both chips and the number eight ball together, forcing the odds to change with sheer luck.

Just then, Bai Shaohua's strange voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I always feel a chill down my spine."

As Bai Shaohua spoke, he glanced back at the counter, where two black-and-white portraits of the deceased were displayed, his gaze falling directly on their backs.

Liu Zi scooped up a mouthful of rice without saying a word; in fact, he was a little...

He wasn't afraid of Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao, but those two photos were really strange. They were clearly two familiar faces, but their eyes were empty, as sinister as the pupils of a corpse.

It reminded him of a phrase: dying with eyes wide open.

Moreover, Liu Zi himself already had some unpleasant memories of the portrait itself.

"I've been to this domain before," Liu Zi said. "Back then, we were facing a portrait, the portrait of an old woman. The mission required us to bow three times in front of the portrait."

"and then?"

Bai Shaohua asked as he chewed, sounding somewhat interested.

“Every time I bowed down and then stood up again, the ghostly face in the portrait would change.” Liu Zi recalled the scene from the ghost story: “The first time, the ghost’s expression would change from sorrow to ferocity.”

"The second time, raise your hands to your chest."

"By the third time, they should be able to crawl out of the photo."

"Estimate?" Bai Shaohua raised an eyebrow. "How did you manage to dodge it?"

Liu Zi shrugged: "I couldn't dodge it."

"I didn't want to do it, so I was caught by a ghost, and then I was rescued by the next person who came to do the mission... that is, Chen Ji."

This was their first time together, and Liu Zi was deeply impressed.

"Ha." Bai Shaohua curled his lip: "That's really touching, but he can't save us now, the missions are all separate."

"Du Tingfeng and the other one are in the same situation, so we'd better consider what to do next."

"I don't know," Liu Zi said honestly. "We only know one thing: the red bowl is a continuation of that crazy woman's wish from 2013."

"Crazy?" Bai Shaohua emphasized the word.

"Ah."

Liu Zi nodded. He was one of the few people who had been in close contact with the ghost wife and had a deep impression of her neurotic behavior.

Two enormous eyes seemed to be embedded in a piece of skin, constantly flashing with fear and tension.

"It's not that he's crazy... he's just a bit strange, acting all mysterious, like he's always on guard against something."

"She's a ghost herself, what's she afraid of?" Bai Shaohua found it a bit funny.

"A red bowl, or a ghost in mourning clothes."

Liu Zi pondered for a moment: "I think the latter is more likely, because since she is dead, the curse should not continue. Otherwise, our second door would not be to continue her wish."

"And I always felt that she had a kind of... guilty feeling? Like she had done something wrong and was afraid of being caught? This might also be related to the mourning ghost."

However, they haven't yet figured out what the connection is between the two ghosts.

After a pause, Liu Zi choked a little, then continued, "Of course, it's also possible that the red bowl gave her PTSD, and she's still afraid even after she's dead."

They haven't figured out the curse mechanism of the red bowl yet.

"The second stage of the curse has already appeared on Feng Yao's side," Bai Shaohua said thoughtfully. "The red bowl will reappear by tonight at the latest."

"Don't go near any intersections." He wiped his mouth. "It's best to get away from the street and find a sealed room to stay in."

"Then we'll stay with the other people...provided we're not so unlucky as to be pulled into another space like Du Xu's group and Wu Hui."

Liu Zi nodded silently.

The curse of the red bowl has not yet manifested, but instead has stirred a sense of fear of the unknown in both of them.

"........Oh right."

A few seconds later, Liu Zi suddenly spoke.

"That woman was incredibly thin, like a skeleton, as if she had suffered long-term torment."

Will we end up like that?

"No," Bai Shaohua said.

"According to the domain's usual practices... we estimate that we won't last that long; we'll already be dead."

He chuckled softly and picked up the bowl in his hand once more.