Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 532 [Domain - Second Gate] Beauty Salon

[The chapters I missed yesterday have been made up to 531. You can go back and check them out.]

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"why?"

Chen Ji was taken aback.

Are you used to your current body?

"is acceptable."

As soon as he said those words, Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat.

Habit?

He did get used to it.

It's not a psychological habit, but... a very strange feeling. The light, floating, and very obvious inhuman feeling from before is gone.

If he didn't look down at his paper-mâché body, he would sometimes forget that he wasn't a paper doll, but a human being.

This is not the body he used for the past eighteen years.

"Fei'er".

Chen looked at her warily: "How are you feeling right now?"

“So-so,” Phil said simply.

"It's a bit strange, I can't quite put my finger on it."

I didn't expect Fei'er to clearly point out exactly what was wrong, after all, the change was too subtle and very hidden.

The word "strange" is enough to confirm Chen Ji's guess.

"You feel that your body is no different from before, right?" Chen Ji analyzed for her.

"...You mean this?" Phil's tone was somewhat confused. "It's always been like this."

"What I mean is, I always feel that the paper figures nowadays are too light, like they're about to be blown away by the wind."

She paused, then carefully said, "But the wind direction is very fixed. Sometimes I have a feeling of being out of control, like I'm going somewhere, but it's fleeting."

Liu Zi, who had been listening for a while, sensed something was off: "You mean you have an urge to go somewhere?"

This sounds a lot like something...

Is it a summons?

Fei'er nodded lightly.

Chen Ji was a little confused; he hadn't felt that way before.

But he quickly remembered that from the beginning, Phil had adapted to the paper doll's body more flexibly than he had...

Looking back now, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. This was not a good thing at all; on the contrary, it proved that Fei'er was more affected than him!

Because this change is so subtle and slight, it is almost unnoticed if not for the pen's reminder.

But the question is, when can we switch it back?

......

"Old Luo, it's almost dawn."

Wu Hui glanced at her watch; it was already five in the morning.

She and Luo Weicheng had spent the night at the beauty salon, but everything was fine and nothing had happened.

This is a privately owned beauty salon. It's quite large and the decor exudes a high-end feel.

But both the dusty floor and the unpaid utility bills pasted on the door prove that this place has been closed for a long time.

Putting down her phone, Wu Hui concluded:

"Their current assumption is that we need to impersonate those guests. What do you think?"

“This guess does make some sense…” Luo Weicheng thought for a moment, then frowned slightly. “But the problem is that we don’t actually know which curses those previous residents were associated with.”

He thought back and realized that the only known mediums were the paper figures and the red bowl, which they had clearly seen at the hotel; but what about Feng Yao?

“There’s something wrong with the ghosts on Feng Yao’s and Huang Yue’s side,” Luo Weicheng said. “They don’t have a clear medium, and there’s nothing in common between their ghost encounters.”

Wu Hui sat in front of the dressing mirror and nodded gently.

But right now, the most important thing for them is to save their lives.

“All three teams have encountered ghosts at their initial drop-off point, and we won’t be an exception.” Wu Hui’s tone was somewhat worried.

Now we'll see which of the remaining three teams will be the next to run into the ghost.

“On the surface, we see three, but Ren Yu might be haunted and won’t say anything,” Luo Weicheng said. “Look, he doesn’t say a word in the group chat.”

“Hmm…” Wu Hui looked at her phone, her eyes flickering slightly.

"To be honest, we're still splitting up to do missions right now, and the most important thing is to stay alive."

"However, Ren Yu does have some issues. He's already reached the advanced domain; there's no way he wouldn't know that cooperation is essential for survival... Do you think he knew or had a grudge against other domain newcomers?"

"It doesn't look like it," Luo Weicheng shook his head.

“Okay, let’s not consider him for now.” Wu Hui swung her legs, lost in thought: “In short, now it’s the 309 blind ghost, the 2013 wife ghost, and possibly someone related to Zhou Liang who has already appeared.”

"I originally thought the beauty salon was related to the wife ghost, but now it seems that's not the case. The red bowl has already appeared."

Unlike in front of others, Wu Hui was noticeably more talkative when they were alone:

"All that's left for us are the ghost of mourning clothes, the ghost of the husband, and that ghost with its hand raised... I hope it's not the last one."

She made no attempt to hide her fear of the last ghost.

After all, that was the only ghost they knew nothing about.

"We can only take it one step at a time, Huihui." A hint of helplessness appeared in Luo Weicheng's eyes.

Their luck in the first door clearly did not extend to the second.

Inside the beauty salon, the two found nothing related to the previous guests.

Sitting silently in the beauty room, Luo Weicheng pondered the layout of the beauty salon.

He didn't see anything related to ghosts here, but something was amiss.

There are some things here that shouldn't belong in a beauty salon.

Medical scissors, gauze, syringes... and even an unidentified injectable solution containing lidocaine.

Luo Weicheng frowned slightly. He had never been to a beauty salon before, but he knew very well that lidocaine was an anesthetic!

Why are these controlled drugs, which are only permitted for use in hospitals, found here?

He was about to look up and ask Wu Hui when, just then, the feather lamp above their heads suddenly flickered twice.

Shila-

Snapped.

Lights went out.

Luo Weicheng's body suddenly tensed up, and at the same time, he suddenly smelled a very strange odor.

It smells cold and icy... like disinfectant.

The beauty salon wasn't completely dark. It was located in the city center, and the interior light from the nearby high-rise buildings shone into the room. After a while, you could see clearly.

Nothing has changed.

Contrary to Luo Weicheng's expectations, no ghost suddenly appeared in the house, and nothing was added or missing.

But for this very reason, the sudden smell of disinfectant after the lights went out seemed particularly eerie.

Luo Weicheng couldn't help but think of those two bottles of anesthetic again.

Isn't this a beauty salon? Why does it give him the feeling of being in a hospital?

In any case, this inevitably signifies that they, like the three teams before them, are about to encounter a ghost.

A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously moved closer to Wu Hui, but at that moment, Luo Weicheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat!

Wu Hui has disappeared!

She had just been sitting in front of the dressing table when the lights went out and she vanished without a sound!

"Huihui?"

Luo Weicheng's heart suddenly raced, and his usually serious face changed abruptly at that moment.