Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 449 [Train] Marbles

After offering a few words of simple comfort, we arrived at Zhang Zhu's house.

Wu Su released his grip and watched Chen Yuetan walk toward the door. A few seconds later, his gaze slowly moved down to Chen Yuetan's pocket.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes...

Boom, boom.

no respond.

It was pitch black, the night was deep, and the grandfather and grandson had already fallen asleep.

Remembering that they had said they still maintained the custom of not going out at night, Chen Yuetan vaguely understood how this grandfather and grandson had managed to survive until now.

After knocking on the door, several minutes passed before dragging footsteps could be heard from inside.

"Who is it?" Zhang Zhu mumbled through the door.

"Sir, it's us. We came to see you during the day."

"oh oh......"

With a creak, the door opened.

The old man's eyes were practically closed with sleep. He shakily stepped aside, gesturing for the group to come inside.

After entering the main room, Zhang Zhu fumbled around for a while and then turned on the light.

The room was very clean, with almost nothing inside, and there were two rooms on each side.

The group looked around but couldn't see the child. They only saw Zhang Zhu enter the room on the right and mutter a few words to himself.

"Qiangzi, wake up, someone's here..."

A few childish murmurs rang out, and then Qiangzi seemed to be awakened.

"Grandpa, what are they doing here so late at night!"

His tone sounded somewhat angry.

Han Bing's smile froze slightly. She coughed lightly and didn't dare to speak.

Then came the incessant nagging of the elderly, like chanting a mantra, until finally the child shouted in frustration and fell silent.

Zhang Zhu walked out shakily, closed the door, and sighed blankly.

He turned his head, about to speak, when Han Bing said:

"Grandpa, there's no need to wake the child. We just want to ask about something and we'll be leaving right away."

"Do you know that in the 80s and 90s, there was a woman who went crazy?"

Just like in the morning, Zhang Zhu shook his head blankly.

“Her husband died, and she kept stopping him from being buried,” Chen Yuetan added.

The old man thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked with a start, "Liu Yan?"

"You remember now?"

Han Bing's eyes flashed.

"You were talking about Liu Yan, huh..." Zhang Zhu murmured. "I know, I'm the one who buried her man!"

"It's pitiful. Liu Yan had only been married for less than two years and had no children before becoming a widow."

A hint of sadness appeared in his eyes: "I don't know if she went crazy afterward, but I will never forget the time when I pushed her man's coffin into the ground, she cried so hard she almost died."

"I know her husband. He's honest, kind, and treats his wife very well. Sigh..."

Han Bing didn't say anything, and Zhang Zhu certainly didn't know that the two of them had become a ghost couple.

Why are you asking her?

After rambling on for a while, Zhang Zhu finally asked.

"Do you remember where Liu Yan's husband's grave is?" Han Bing asked.

"Let me think," the old man murmured. "Where is the cemetery again...?"

"I just remember it was in a field, but I really don't remember exactly where."

A chill ran through everyone.

Seeing the old man racking his brains, Han Bing opened her mouth, then suddenly remembered that Zhang Zhu seemed to have some dementia.

Silence filled the main room.

Finally, Chen Yuetan sighed, gave Han Bing a wink, and stood up.

Time is running out.

He felt increasingly unable to breathe.

But just then, the old man suddenly slapped his knee and shouted, "Tree!"

"There's a tree next to his grave, I remember now!"

Tree......

Han Bing was speechless; it was as good as saying nothing at all.

It's perfectly normal to have trees in the fields.

Without saying anything more, the group left through the back door.

However.....

As soon as they stepped outside, their expressions changed.

The entire area behind the village was completely exposed; the fields I had seen in the afternoon had turned into yellow earth, and the railway was nowhere to be seen!

It's like.....

It's as if something is deliberately preventing them from finding the railway.

"Old Master." Han Bing's face was very grim. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly turned around and called Zhang Zhu out.

What do you see in your eyes?

The old man seemed not to understand him and said in confusion, "You mean the fields?"

Can you see the railway tracks?

"Railways?" Zhang Zhu squinted and looked for a while, then said uncertainly, "There seems to be something reflecting light over there, I don't know if it is."

His words were unclear, but everyone was certain of one thing: the Yellow Earth Illusion only worked on them.

After some discussion, the old man agreed to take them to look for it, and while doing so, to avoid Liu Yan's husband's grave based on his memory.

The group set off immediately.

Stepping onto the yellow earth, Chen Yuetan immediately felt a strong sense of unease. He could clearly feel the grass, which grew up to his calves, brushing against his trousers.

However, looking down, all that could be seen was flat ground, without a single blade of grass.

I walked forward blindly for a while.

At the very back of the line, Chen Yuetan lowered his head, wanting to pick up Wusu, but the child was silent again.

But as his gaze swept over, his heart suddenly skipped a beat!

What about Wusu?

He was just beside me a moment ago, and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye!

Chen Yuetan immediately turned around and looked in the direction he had come from, his brows furrowing instantly.

Not far away, a small figure was pushing open the backyard door... Wusu ran back to Zhang Zhu's house.

why?

Chen Yuetan wasn't angry; instead, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Wusu doesn't wander off. The last time something like this happened, it was when they found the head of the ghost baby.

He glanced almost imperceptibly at the people in front of him, then silently retreated.

Unnoticed by anyone, Chen Yuetan quietly opened the back door and returned to the main room.

Wusu stood in the center of the main room, quietly watching him.

"What did you find?"

Chen Yuetan glanced at the child's room on the right and said in a low voice.

"There's no one inside."

Usu said.

"What?" Chen Yuetan was taken aback.

Why is there no one inside?

Isn't there another child? His name is Qiangzi, and he even threw a tantrum at his grandfather because he was reluctant to get out of bed?

Chen Yuetan's heart sank. He turned on his flashlight and slowly pushed open the door to the room on the right.

Squeak——

The flashlight illuminated everything inside the room clearly.

Chen Yuetan's eyes froze instantly.

He stared in disbelief at the messy, dilapidated house, filled with dust and discarded furniture, without a single bed!

Not to mention the shadowy figure of a child!

He instinctively walked toward the old man's house on the left.

same.

There is no bed.

There is no furniture.

There was a thick layer of cobwebs on the wall. He squatted down and shone his flashlight on the ground. There was a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had lived there for at least ten years.

In other words.

In Zhang Zhu's house, only the main room was clean.

Standing up, Chen Yuetan was about to send a message to Han Bing, but just then, his toes bumped into something round.

As soon as it was subjected to force, it rolled to one side.

It made a gurgling sliding sound on the ground.

That's when.

A chill instantly ran up Chen Yuetan's tailbone and spread throughout his entire body.

Qiangzi.

Zhang Qiang.

He remembered that at the beginning... Qiangzi seemed to be playing something outside?

Marbles?

The gaze slowly moved downward.

On the ground, a marble is slowly sliding.

Gululu...

Chen Yuetan stared blankly at his phone.

He remembered.

When I called Chen Ji, I could hear this voice in the background.

Gululu.

The person who answered the phone was not Chen Ji.

Chen Yuetan's heart pounded. He needed to confirm one thing: was something wrong with Chen Ji, or...?

“It’s back.”

"Usu said in a low voice."

Chen Yuetan remained silent for a few seconds, then walked to the back window and stopped, looking at the line outside.

"It discovered that we were no longer there."

Chen Yuetan murmured.

The old man waved to the others and slowly walked towards the house.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Chen Yuetan confirmed that the distance was close enough.

Without further hesitation, he opened his phone and called Chen Ji.

His eyes were fixed on the approaching hunched figure.

"beep....."

"beep....."

Zhang Zhu stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, the call was connected.

Chen Yuetan murmured, "Hello?"

The next second, he saw with his own eyes that the old man opened his mouth and spoke into the air in Chen Ji's voice, "Hey?"

"Let Du Tingfeng answer the phone."

"it is good."

The old man said.

It paused for two seconds, then opened its mouth again, changing its tone—young, joyful, it was Du Tingfeng's voice:

"I see you, Uncle Chen!"