Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 465 [Train] Workshop - C

There was complete silence inside the door.

Han Bing pushed the door open a crack, squinted and peered in for a moment, then turned and said:

"There is no exit inside, it is very small, and there is only one painting hanging there."

Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought, and went inside first.

Just as Han Bing had said, after pushing open the iron door of the tunnel, the furnishings inside were laid out in a completely unobstructed view, and were extremely simple.

At most a few square meters in size.

Upon entering, you'll see a painting hanging on the wall.

but......

Chen Ji's eyelids twitched.

The biggest problem is this painting.

Chen Yuetan followed closely behind, and his expression changed when he saw the painting.

The painting gave them a very familiar feeling.

Almost instantly, the uncle and nephew remembered the huge mural in the ghost baby's tomb that foretold the future, and that the painter was the same person!

"There is also a connection between the ghost infant and the creation ghost..." Chen Ji didn't seem too surprised for some reason.

It's quite obvious that the ghost and the four people couldn't have disappeared into thin air; it seems that this painting is the exit.

He carefully observed the painting. The content of the painting was actually very simple: it depicted a strangely structured archway built underground.

The roof is covered in vermilion tiles, but the supporting pillars are twisted and have an eerie white color.

“It’s human bones.” Chen Yuetan immediately saw the problem.

The two pillars of this archway are actually made up of dozens of human bodies stacked vertically. The skeletons of these people were twisted into a spiral shape by external force and embedded together.

On the outermost side, several arm bones extend diagonally at intervals, like forked tree branches.

"Is it calling for help...?" Han Bing felt nauseous.

In other words, these people were still alive when they were piled together, and only turned into the skeletons we see today after weathering.

Behind the archway was pitch black, surrounded by rocks. Someone had dug out a section of the ground to build this archway.

It was written in vermilion on top:

【Workshop C】

Workshop...

Chen Jiqing couldn't help but think of the projection of the Creator Ghost forging the writing brush.

"After we go in, will we be directly entering Black Mountain?" Han Bing asked uncertainly. "This archway looks like it's built inside the mountain."

“I don’t think so,” Du Tingfeng said after observing for a while.

"This painting reminds me of the trigger point for opening a dungeon in a game. Once you enter, you are confined to a certain area."

His description immediately resonated with everyone.

At this point, the side effects of the strange object on Tian Qinghe had subsided considerably, and she was at least able to move on her own, although she was still somewhat sluggish.

Without further hesitation, the group gently placed their hands on the painting...

My vision went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on solid stone ground.

A stale, unpleasant smell immediately filled my nasal cavity.

Chen Ji quickly glanced around before averting his gaze.

They were standing directly beneath the archway, and the putrid smell emanated from the bones.

Sure enough, the workshop was located inside the mountain, and apart from the dark passage behind the archway, there was no other way to pass.

Chen Yuetan turned on his flashlight, but for some reason, the darkness behind the archway seemed to swallow everything, and the area illuminated by the light was very small.

It was only about two or three meters high, and all you could see were gray, dingy rocks.

But when the flashlight shone on a certain corner, the ground suddenly flashed, as if something was reflecting light.

Han Bing walked over quickly, her eyes flashing: "A cell phone!"

The wallpaper is a simple hand-drawn image of Janice Vidal's phone; swiping it reveals a recording.

The sound was somewhat muffled, as if it were coming through a layer of cloth.

After listening to the recording quickly, the group looked rather grim.

This conversation was probably recorded inside the iron gate.

Just as Chen Yuetan had predicted.

The ghost disguised itself as Tian Qinghe.

This recording reveals two key pieces of information:

First, when the old man was run over by the train, there was a person about ten meters behind them.

As the train passed by, everyone closed their eyes at the ghost's "reminder".

When I opened my eyes again, the old man was gone. (In fact, he was blocked by the train.)

The group then fled inside the iron gate.

Second, not everyone recited the Six-Syllable Mantra.

The elderly couple read it aloud, but Zhang Xuan and Wei Lan both claimed to be religious and did not read it aloud!

The recording ended with Janice Vidal's nervous murmurs:

"Everyone stay together, don't fall behind..."

They turned off their phones and exchanged glances.

“They must have sensed something was wrong, which is why they refused to chant the incantation and left a recording.”

Tian Qinghe asked, "But...why didn't the ghost kill them both?"

This is the most puzzling point. Tian Qinghe died without a word and was killed directly; but Zhang Xuan and Wei Lan were in the same situation, yet the ghost did not make a move.

"Listen to Wei Lan's last words."

Chen Ji seemed to be thinking: "It's still related to 'not falling behind'."

His first thought was whether ghosts had a top taboo: that anyone who was alone would be killed.

But then I thought about it again and realized that wasn't right.

When Tian Qinghe was in the hall, she was with Da Bao, so this condition does not apply.

"actually......"

Tian Qinghe hesitated for a moment: "I did experience a dream world where I was alone before, but does that count?"

“If that’s the case, then this ghost is unsolvable.” Chen Ji shook his head: “That means it can trigger its own killing mechanism, which would render this taboo meaningless.”

But despite that, the fact remains that the old man who was left behind had died.

"Are we overthinking this?" Han Bing raised another idea.

"First of all, the old man did not die immediately. He died from massive bleeding after his leg was run over by the train, coupled with his advanced age."

"Tian Qinghe vomited her heart on the spot."

"The probability is very small, but it's not non-existent. It means that the ghost didn't do anything; it just fell into the tracks on its own."

For those who enter the realm, death is generally not an accident as long as ghosts exist.

But if it wasn't an accident and it really was done by a ghost, then it contradicts the reason why Tian Qinghe was killed.

“It could also be the influence of the ghost train,” Du Tingfeng said. “If that’s the case, then there’s no point in us investigating his cause of death.”

Because the train has already gone far away, it won't return for at least half a day.

However, just in case, the group stayed close together before proceeding to investigate.

The darkness ahead of the passage not only swallowed up the light, but it seemed to even silence sound.

Only the sound of footsteps echoed around them.

Snap... Snap...

I don't know how long it took.

A fork in the road appeared ahead.

Everyone suddenly felt a chill, as if a cold wind was blowing out from some road.