The Mysterious Resurrection

Midnight is approaching.

From the moment Wen Zhong stepped into this mental care center, the last mission has already begun.

In the center of the hall, a rope was hanging down silently, and at the bottom of the rope was a dead and stiff corpse, its wide-open eyes reflected the scene ahead.

"Wen Zhong, what do you think?" Xu Chen asked with a mechanical accent, "It's already 10:[-], and there are still [-] minutes left for the rest time mentioned above."

"It asked us to go to the guidance desk to register, but there is no so-called registration book there, even if we want to register."

After hearing what Xu Chen said, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Since there is no registration book, how should they register now.

At this moment, Li Zhou said in a deep voice, "Why do we need to register? It's just a half-abandoned bulletin board. Don't worry about it. If you have time, you might as well look elsewhere."

His meaning is clear.

Since there is no so-called log book at the guide station, it means that the things recorded in this bulletin board are not true, and they don't need to dwell on the above content here.

"What do you think, Wen Zhong?" Yuan Yingfei said.

Yuan Yingfei turned around abruptly, looked at the light source,
It was a dilapidated safety passage indicator light, which seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, and the dim green light was still flashing, as if an eye was peeking into the entire hall.

Although there is no log book in the guidance desk, Wen Zhong already has other ideas.

There are no stairs leading to higher floors in the entire hall. If they want to go to the second floor, they may need to go through the corridors on both sides to find the stairs.

Wen Zhong looked down at the time.

This feeling is inexplicable, as if something will really happen at nine o'clock. This kind of feeling can be directly attributed to the sixth sense honed by the ghost master during life and death.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by Li Tianjie's body in the center of the hall.

"Go upstairs without registration, I'm afraid we will die even worse." Wen Zhong looked at the guide platform, and already had an idea in his mind.

"Then what can you do?"

Wen Zhong frowned slightly, and glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eyes, until now he was still vigilant against others.

And the small window at the registration office at the side was also closed at some point.

The corpse that was originally hung by the rope was actually put down at this moment, the body was supported by stiff limbs, and the white mist was also surging in the mouth and nose, as if it would come alive to attack the surrounding people at any time.

The green light kept blinking, but other than that there were no other problems.

10 minutes.

Although the colors didn't match, he felt that those words seemed to be... blood words that appeared when the task was issued.

"There is too little effective information on the bloodletter task released by the last ceremony, and the interval between the previous task and the previous task is also very short, and even the host did not show up."

"How could it be us." Gong Sanbao said with a gloomy expression: "Who would take his life to move a corpse that might be revived by a ghost, and this place is so big, if anyone really approaches the corpse, they will be stopped immediately. "

And at this moment, a gloomy green light suddenly lit up in the originally dark hall.

"It's still 10 minutes before nine o'clock, so just make preparations in advance."

"Furthermore, Dai Zhibin and that mysterious person haven't shown up yet. Instead, a group of strange ghost masters have appeared. This is really just a coincidence, or is it part of the mission."

"Which one of you has nothing to do with this corpse?" Yuan Yingfei was silent for a moment, frowning and said.

If the information on the bulletin board is false, they naturally don't need to pay too much attention, but if the above information is true, then they only need to find a way to leave their names on the guide book.

"Is this a warning?" Xu Chen said abruptly, "It's obviously not nine o'clock yet, but there is still something abnormal here."

"Wen Zhong, it seems that what was written on the bulletin board is true." Xu Chen's mechanical voice sounded: "Do you want to go directly to the second floor, there may be clues to break the game."

Although he felt that what Li Zhou said was reasonable, it was Wen Zhong who made the final decision.

"Who of you has brought a notebook and a pen? If we don't have a registration book, let's make one ourselves. If it doesn't work, we can use our fingernails to scratch a name on the guide table."

55:[-], there is still a little time before [-]:[-].

As time went by, the places he could see became more and more, only the places connecting the corridors at both ends of the hall were still wrapped in dense darkness.

Just wait 10 minutes to verify the information in the bulletin board.

Intuition told him that what was written on the bulletin board was true, and he could feel a familiar feeling from it.

Wen Zhong still leaned against the wall without any movement, his eyes kept looking around.

Time is still passing by.

Wen Zhong was thinking carefully, trying to analyze all valid information.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Who would have notebooks and pens in this kind of place, but if they were asked to pick their nails, no one would dare to do it.

Wen Zhong was standing not far from the guide platform, Yuan Yingfei and Xu Chen were standing not far from him, while the others dispersed and continued to explore in the hall.

"Are you kidding me?" Li Zhou said a little annoyed, "I thought you had some good idea, didn't you make it clear that you were sending yourself to death?"

The silence in the hall was a bit scary, and the others, including Li Zhou, felt a little nervous unconsciously.

"what's the situation."

Wen Zhong thought for a while and said, "It's true that there is no log book at the guide station, but this does not mean that what is said on the bulletin board must be false."

But Wen Zhong discovered that the palm prints that originally only existed on the guide platform had spread to the ground at some point.

Yuan Yingfei was silent, because what Gong Sanbao said was right, if someone really touched this corpse, he would definitely not miss it.

"Forget it, no matter what, I still have to live through the first night. Nothing happened on the first night in Baiyang Village. I don't know what will happen here."

"Since the registration book is not at the guide desk, it must be in the room next to it. There is still time, so go look inside and maybe you will find something."

With that said, Li Zhou pointed to the iron gate next to the corridor.

Looking at the iron door, Wen Zhong didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but Wen Zhong felt that the gap in the iron door was getting bigger and bigger.

He could even feel a pair of extremely resentful eyes staring at him through the gap.

At this moment, it was less than a minute before nine o'clock.