Lonelytree

  Millman97

  Chen Ge did not answer the birdman’s question. When the black hair wrapped around the birdman’s neck, his ending had been written. Zhang Ya had never left a living person behind once she acted.

  In the Third Sick Hall, she had dashed into the door just to chase after the thin monster. In the process, she had even injured the old director, who was a Red Specter. Zhang Ya after death was the complete opposite of who she had been in life. Thankfully, she seemed to have a soft spot for Chen Ge.

  Chen Ge stood at the door obediently and pretended like he did not see anything. He picked up the weird tools that the birdman had left and started studying them.

  There was a horrible scream coming from inside the room. The blood vessels on the man’s face congregated to from a sharp-beaked raven. It attempted to fly out of the room. Its speed was fast, and it reached the door in the blink of an eye, but something else awaited it.

  When the birdman was speaking earlier, the black hair had already spread through the room and sealed the entire corridor. The wave of black hair swallowed the blood raven and the birdman whole. Moments later, the blood raven disappeared, and only a crippled man was left on the floor. His eyes were unfocused, like his consciousness had been completely shattered.

  After swallowing the blood raven, Zhang Ya still did not feel satisfied. The black hair crawled into all the rooms. She seemed to find something at the end because she started to pull back her hair.

  “Did you find something?” They were at the base for the ghost stories society, so there were probably some important items there.

  Zhang Ya titled her head to study Chen Ge for a long time. Without saying anything, she hid back inside his shadow. Chen Ge was frozen solid while being studied by Zhang Ya. He only dared to breathe when the blood completely disappeared from his shadow.

  Thinking back to Zhang Ya’s gaze, Chen Ge’s scalp felt numb. The girl seemed to be considering killing him so that he could join her in death.

  Chen Ge walked to the birdman and took a look at his face. He had been possessed by the monster behind the door for so long that his face had become twisted.

  Chen Ge exited the room and walked to the end of the corridor. He pushed the last door open. The dining table sat in the middle of the room, but no one remained.

  Holding the cleaver, Chen Ge walked around the table. It was a normal table, and the chairs had numbers on them—1 to 10.

  At that moment, Chen Ge stopped beside the chair for No. 10. When he first entered the room, No. 10 had said something. At the time, Chen Ge’s focus had been directed at summoning Zhang Ya, so he had not paid it any heed. Now thinking back, No. 10 was suspicious.

  Chen Ge was wearing Doctor Skull-cracker’s mask, and those who had visited the Haunted House before would have seen it.

  There were many anomalies beyond that. For example, when the dinner was supposed to be served, No. 10 suddenly told the three new members that they could leave if they wanted to. Combined with what had happened earlier, that was probably meant for Chen Ge.

  Chen Ge looked at the chair for No. 10 as he thought back to No. 10’s every move.

  Squatting down, Chen Ge looked under the table. Where No. 10 was sitting, there were several small words that had been carved out using fingernails. Chen Ge took out his phone and looked at them for a long time before he could recognize what they were.

  The name sounded familiar. He thought about it, and his eyes widened with shock. There were four letters inside the Third Sick Hall’s director office, and the only addressed letter was to Linjiang New Schistosomiasis Control Station!

  All the clues seemed to be connected, but none of them could be proved. A key piece was missing from the puzzle.

  The body had been covered by the black robe, and No. 10’s voice was weird. He had probably been faking his voice so that Chen Ge would not be able to identify him. The only thing that Chen Ge was certain about was No. 10 was a man.

  The members of ghost stories society were definitely not normal; Wu Fei and the devil would likely be the most difficult to deal with.

  Chen Ge’s gaze darkened as he looked at the carving under the table. He suspected that this was a trap. He had to be careful because all the patients who had escaped from the Third Sick Hall were mad. They could not be understood using normal logic.

  Two different speculations, two different results. One heaven and one hell.