0p0 Chapter 472 [The Train] The Second Iron Gate?
Chapter 472 [The Train] The Second Iron Gate?
The rosary and the [Shh!] ghost are nearby!
They should have left the workshop not long ago.
After assessing the situation, Chen Ji did not go out immediately.
He took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of himself from the front. The other side of his face remained unchanged, damp and pale, with his eyes tightly closed and his expression frozen.
Take back your phone.
Without hesitation, he decided to switch places with the ghost in front of him.
Snap...
With the sound of bones twisting, the face in front suddenly opened its eyes, completely tearing away the original disguise.
Its eyes were filled with deep resentment, as if it were very unwilling to accept defeat.
"Do not."
Although the voice was exactly the same as Chen Ji's, the tone sounded extremely cold, clearly not human.
Even so, its face was fading uncontrollably, first the mouth, then the nose, until even the eyes were smoothed out, leaving the entire face completely flat.
After a few seconds.
New facial features emerged.
Chen Ji opened his eyes and felt that his body had returned to normal once again.
"You shut down the monster?" Du Tingfeng finally spoke.
Although he was still pale, his skin looked very dry, so Chen Ji must have moved his face from the back of his head to the front.
"No," Chen Ji shook his head, "It's just a temporary change of position."
"...It seems unwilling."
Tian Qinghe got goosebumps. It hadn't been long, and Chen Ji's A-level abilities were starting to go out of control.
"Are you sure you can do this?" Du Tingfeng sensed something was wrong: "Your face is paler than a dead person's."
"fine."
Chen Ji moved his arms and felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been immersed in river water for a long time.
He glanced at his watch and roughly estimated the time.
About five minutes.
This is the longest time the drowned ghost has remained in the dominant position.
Then it will begin to backfire, trying to silently replace Chen Ji.
Just like the tour groups in the Jagu River basin.
Once Chen Ji is quietly replaced, his body will be completely controlled by the substitution technique.
As long as the drowned ghost is in charge, Chen Ji is almost impossible to die.
But just as he had thought, he had to be extremely careful when using this strange object. This ghost was too cunning and would not show any sign of turning back even if it did.
Normally, at this point, the ghost is no longer usable. Once the drowned ghost is replaced as the main ghost to save one's life, it will never be able to be replaced back.
At the same time, the coexistence of humans and ghosts is maintained, and even if the user becomes the main body, they will still be affected.
He didn't inform everyone about this potential danger, but instead gestured for them to go outside first.
The group immediately entered the tunnel, where, just like before entering the workshop, red lights were flashing.
The lights in the direction of the station are still not on.
Chen Ji had just checked his watch and calculated that two hours had passed since they first got off the bus.
In other words, the corresponding timetable at the station should be between 4:30 and 5:00 AM.
In a little over an hour, the doors to the main hall of Montenegro Station will open.
They were able to enter Montenegro.
Even ghosts from the Black Mountain can enter the station.
If you add the "Shh!" and the rosary ghost to the mix, even with so many people on their side, they still won't have a chance of survival.
Without further hesitation, Chen Ji raised his head, his breath catching slightly.
Several hundred meters ahead of them, a skeletal figure was kneeling barefoot on the ground as if in worship.
The warning lights shone on it.
The grayish-brown monk's robe was as crimson as if it had been stained with blood.
The three exchanged a glance and cautiously continued forward.
But that's it.
The ghost suddenly moved.
It slowly straightened its body and stood up.
Something fell from its embrace to the ground.
thump.
The ghost took a step back.
Another step.
Maintaining a posture with his back to the crowd, he backed away and approached step by step!
Just then, as the ghost gradually closed in, Tian Qinghe's vision blurred, and when she came to her senses, her pupils couldn't help but shrink!
Where the ghost had been kneeling, now sits a lone sneaker.
The style is familiar.
Those are Han Bing's shoes!
"Han Bing is dead?!"
Tian Qinghe's mind went blank for a moment, but she immediately realized something was wrong!
If Han Bing had been caught, the ghost wouldn't still be keeping its back to them.
This proves [Shh!] that the ghost's facial features are still on the face of the rosary ghost.
On the other side, Chen Ji had already opened the painting, and the pattern on it had changed again.
Switch to an overhead view.
The painting depicts a long tunnel.
Ahead in the tunnel, a blurry black figure was walking backward to the right; in the middle were three points of light, while the man was at the back of the tunnel, his face blank, without any features.
He was stepping through the iron gate.
This painting is no longer a hint, but an explicit statement!
Han Bing had not been caught yet. For some reason, he ran in the opposite direction and hid inside an iron gate.
That's why the devil retreated.
Chen Ji's heart sank immediately; it was very likely that his previous guess was correct.
The uncles encountered a ghost and were no longer able to protect Han Bing, so they had no choice but to send him to a new space.
But what about everyone else?
Putting the problem aside for the moment, the three of them roughly understood the current situation, immediately turned around, and ran towards the deeper part of the tunnel!
It happened in the instant he turned around.
Tian Qinghe felt a sudden jolt in her heart.
A sense of dread, which seemed to come from nowhere, instantly swept over his entire body.
The same was true for Du Tingfeng on the other side.
At the same time, a strange sound suddenly sounded behind me, light and airy, but with a very fast frequency, like a broken metronome, repeating continuously:
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Then it completely merged into one place—
Clap clap clap clap!
The three of them immediately felt a chill run down their spines, and a bizarre image flashed through their minds simultaneously:
Right behind them, the ghost had its back to them, its legs swinging in opposite directions at such a speed that the sound of its footsteps blended together!
Chen Ji took off running!
Their original plan was to figure out the taboos of this fused ghost before trying to get close to it and take its facial features; but judging from the current situation, this ghost shows no fear whatsoever.
It is clear.
It believed that even if they got close to Chen Ji and the others, they wouldn't be able to touch its front.
At the same time, the feeling of palpitation grew stronger and stronger. Chen Ji was alright, but Du Tingfeng and Tian Qinghe were pale and covered in goosebumps.
Tian Qinghe suddenly remembered that in the second painting, the ghost was behind the man.
This is almost exactly the same situation they are in now.
The two images overlapped eerily, bringing Tian Qinghe's fear to its peak. He didn't know what would happen if he were caught by a ghost, but he knew it would be worse than death!
"Don't be afraid!" Chen Ji walked quickly, catching a glimpse of Tian Qinghe's panicked expression out of the corner of his eye: "You have terracotta figures; they won't break so easily—"
Click.
Chen Ji hadn't finished speaking.
Cracks suddenly appeared on the outer shell of the terracotta figurines that originally encased Tian Qinghe and Du Tingfeng.
The crack is expanding rapidly.
Until it cracks completely.
Before anyone could react, there was a loud bang, and both terracotta figures turned to dust at the same time!
Two bodies covered in mud were suddenly exposed to the air.
Chen Ji was stunned.
Without pausing for a second, Du Tingfeng grabbed Tian Qinghe and shouted:
"run!"
Without the protection of the terracotta figurines, it meant that he and Tian Qinghe would once again face the threat of [vomiting filth].
That's a curse that kills instantly!
A hint of confusion flashed in Chen Ji's eyes, but before he could think further, the continuous footsteps behind him suddenly slowed down.
Snapped.
stopped.
At the same time, a thought suddenly popped into the minds of all three people present:
The Rosary Ghost...
The "vomiting" tactic is about to begin.
At the critical moment, Chen Ji suddenly caught a glimpse of an iron door being pushed open in his peripheral vision.
This was undoubtedly the door Han Bing had escaped through earlier.
It is also the second iron door that can be opened in the tunnel.
Overwhelmed by the immense fear of impending death, the three immediately rushed into the iron gate!
clang!
The door was slammed shut.
Tian Qinghe suddenly felt completely drained.
He leaned against the door, feeling as if his last remaining lung was about to explode with pain.
Du Tingfeng was still shaken.
Faint footsteps sounded again outside the door, tinged with a hint of irritation. [Shh!] and the rosary ghost seemed unable to enter for the time being.
But all three of them had a gut feeling that it was only temporary.
Du Tingfeng raised his head and gazed at the long corridor in front of him.
The walls were yellowed, and the air was thick with the cold smell of disinfectant. At the far end was a stretcher covered with a white sheet.
There was a door next to the stretcher.
Slogans were painted in neat red letters along the corridor:
Take pride in good hygiene and be ashamed of poor hygiene.
This is a hospital from the 1960s or 70s.
Chen Ji frowned.
He thought of the hospital where the monk ghost was in that photo.
But that doesn't make sense. If this place really leads directly to that hospital, the rosary ghost shouldn't be unable to get in.
While pondering, he opened the painting.
The scene inside changed once again:
An ordinary hospital bed.
The person lying on top was covered with a white sheet, as if he were already dead.
There was a photo pasted on the bedside table. The person in the photo had no facial features, and next to it was written:
【Han Bing】
Chen Ji's gaze fell on the stretcher at the end of the corridor.
"What should we do now?"
Tian Qinghe's breathing gradually calmed down. He glanced at the painting, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"...Han Bing should be in the hospital." Du Tingfeng turned to Chen Ji and asked, "Should we go find him first?"
"Ah."
Chen Ji hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.
He always felt like something was wrong.
That's when.
Du Tingfeng, who was standing next to him, suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
“Chen Ji…” he said hesitantly, “Your face is very wet.”
"I know."
Chen Ji didn't say much.
He wiped the water droplets off his face with his hand, while the drowned ghost continued to try to retaliate.
However, he cannot turn off the substitution method for the time being; once he does, he will lose his last means of survival.
He has a way to make the drowned ghost the main character again without being replaced.
However, this method can only be used once.
not now.
Without saying much, the three of them walked forward and gradually approached the stretcher.
To everyone's surprise, there was a medical record posted next to the stretcher:
[Patient: Han Bing]
The photo shows a man's face without any facial features.
"...Found it so easily?"
Du Tingfeng didn't believe it.
He slowly lifted the white cloth and immediately smelled a strong stench of corpses that could no longer be masked by disinfectant.
A clump of rough, dry, yellow hair came into view.
This is clearly not Han Bing.
Du Tingfeng's lips twitched, and he suddenly pulled off the entire white cloth.
The corpse of a woman in her thirties or forties, emaciated and skeletal, was exposed before them.
She must have suffered immense pain before she died; her eyes were dull and wide open, her hands gripping the sheets with such force that they tore them.
The medical records also changed after they saw the body.
In the black and white photo above, a gaunt face suddenly appears, its complexion ashen, staring blankly at the camera.
It was the face of that corpse.
Du Tingfeng sighed softly and gently covered the white cloth with it.
The stretcher was clearly misleading them.
He turned around and looked at the tightly closed ward door next to the stretcher, but just then, Tian Qinghe's trembling voice suddenly rang out.
"I recognize this body."
"What?" Du Tingfeng thought he had misheard.
Tian Qinghe repeated it again.
He paused for a moment before saying in a daze:
"He was the first teammate to die in my domain."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ji was stunned: "Are you sure?"
"Ah."
Tian Qinghe said softly, "Her name is Xu Cong."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly shifted to the medical record book.
really.
Below the photo, Han Bing's name has quietly changed to:
[Xu Cong]
"..." Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng quickly exchanged a glance.
Without saying anything more, they immediately opened the door to the ward.
This corridor connects to only one door.
The three of them immediately held their breath.
The space behind the door was comparable to an auditorium, densely packed with at least dozens of hospital beds!
Each bed was covered with a white sheet.
The beds were separated by dirty curtains.
Rusty IV drip poles and cotton masks were scattered on the cement floor; apart from that, no medical staff could be seen.
The deathly aura in the air almost materialized.
There are only corpses here.
Chen Ji strode forward, lifted the first curtain, and sure enough, the medical record on the bedside table still bore the name [Han Bing], along with a photo of a face without features!
Unfold the shroud.
Chen Ji fell silent.
He recognized the body.
It was Gong Changqing from the repeat high school...
The head that Fang Jia had cut off had a horrified expression and was pieced back onto his original body.
Du Tingfeng slowly walked over, looking at the corpse with a complex expression in his eyes.
He also entered the field of the repeat-year high school.
The name on the medical record quietly changed to Gong Changqing.
The three of them covered each other with the white cloth back on.
Take out the painting; the scene is still the same as before.
This proves that Han Bing is indeed in the hospital.
It's obvious that they need to examine each hospital bed individually to find the real Han Bing.
Looking at the medical records is useless; the medical records on each hospital bed initially only contained Han Bing's name and photo.
Only by removing the shroud and recognizing the person can the information in the medical record be corrected to reflect the true identity of the deceased.
But why?
Why did Han Bing hide in the corpse?
The scene inside the iron gate wasn't terrifying, but Chen Ji couldn't understand why the corpses in the hospital were all his and his two teammates who had died in the previous domain.
He slowly walked to the next hospital bed, and just as he was about to lift the cloth, his body suddenly stiffened.
Immediately, as if electrocuted, he jerked his hand back!
wrong!
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