I have delusions, and you want me to participate in a ghost story?

You say you can't win, but you write the exact opposite of what you say on the bed sheet?
[“I can’t win at all. I don’t understand!”]

And the words written in blood looked like they were written with bird's claws.

The handwriting is very similar to the last sentence on the piece of letter I picked up on the table earlier!
In other words, the last sentence on the piece of letter was most likely written by myself!
[Hey! Good, I have become a Taoist priest. I have ascended! I have come to the real world!]

Zhou Xiaochuan waited for a while and started his analysis only after he found that there were no other new changes on the bed.

First of all, when the quilt was lifted on the bed, the bodies of Jiang Liangjin and Xie Jiaojiao were revealed.

According to the information available, Jiang Liangjin and Xie Jiaojiao are most likely members of Civilization 001. They have a very high status and can even play against the weird.

Moreover, the relationship between these two people and himself is extremely close.

Jiang Liangjin claimed to be his wife, and Xie Jiaojiao claimed to be his daughter.

But on this bed, they all died, and died very peacefully, with a big hole piercing through their chest.

Is this intimidating yourself?

The appearance of my own corpse just now was probably also meant to scare me and cause me psychological pressure?

Zhou Xiaochuan speculated, because in the real world, who wouldn’t be scared when seeing someone exactly like themselves?
Not to mention my own death, which was extremely miserable.

Although the self that appeared on the bed was a pessimist who died in a very miserable way, some of the things he said could also be integrated into some useful information.

This information is extremely valuable.

Before the ghost story even begins, the secret of the ghost story is revealed.

The next ghost story copy that I will participate in, which is the sixth ghost story copy, is Ward 444.

And in this Ward 444, I can die.

Because he said, "If you can pass the level within three deaths..."

This also matches what Wang Yucong wrote before: "Death is not the end, the world tree hides all the truth."

But what the self who was lying on the bed earlier said contradicted the information given by Wang Yucong.

[The World Tree hides all the truth. 】

This is obviously a reminder to myself to go to the World Tree.

But the self lying on the bed said that the World Tree has been polluted and that one should never go to the World Tree.

As for which one is right and which one is wrong, Zhou Xiaochuan can only wait until he enters the ghost story copy and then make a judgment based on the situation.

As for the discouraging remarks he had made while lying in bed, Zhou Xiaochuan merely kept them in mind but did not take them to heart.

As the chosen one, he was mentally prepared that the ghost story was difficult and that he would die in it.

These words will only make you alert, but you won't shrink back because of them.

In contrast, the words written in blood by himself while lying on the bed, "I can't win at all. I don't understand.", gave Zhou Xiaochuan great encouragement.

What is said with the mouth and what is written with the fingers are two completely different attitudes, which represent too many things.

While thinking, Zhou Xiaochuan walked to the door of his room.

Although no offensive or strange phenomena have occurred in the room so far, Zhou Xiaochuan has never let his guard down.

From some perspectives, encountering weirdness in the real world is more terrifying than encountering weirdness in the world of ghost stories. The weirdness in the world of ghost stories is suppressed far more than the weirdness in reality.

Although he had been close to the door before when he was standing by the bed, standing in front of the door almost at zero distance gave Zhou Xiaochuan a different feeling.

An urge to tremble all over and kowtow three times and nine times to the door.

The door in this room was different from the small door he had previously used in the Qingshan Mental Hospital. It was a large door, the left door was pure white, and the right door was pure black.

The door handles on both sides are printed with the same tiny handwriting.

It is so small that you can only see it clearly with difficulty if you hold it close to your head.

【One thought to heaven, one thought to hell. 】

The words on the door handle immediately reminded Zhou Xiaochuan of the letter he had seen on the table before!
That was the first paragraph of the letter, which once made Zhou Xiaochuan feel confused.

[I am touching the door of the gods, but I don't intend to open it. On one side is heaven, and on the other side is hell. ]

Could it be that the door of my ward is the so-called Door of the Gods?

On one side is heaven, on the other side is hell. Does this match the words “One thought is heaven, one thought is hell” on the door handle?
Touching the Door of Gods but not intending to open it, does that mean don't open this door?
But if I don’t open this door, won’t I be trapped in this ward forever?

Just as Zhou Xiaochuan was thinking, his hands seemed to lose control, and his right hand was placed on the left door handle, and his left hand was placed on the right door handle.

"Damn it, what's going on? I can't control my own body!"

Even if Zhou Xiaochuan used all his strength, he couldn't move his hands away from the door handle.

In fact, the moment his hands touched the door handle, Zhou Xiaochuan felt that he was doomed.

Because when I held the door handle of the white door on the left, I could feel a chill that penetrated my heart, coming from the door handle.

This kind of coldness is not only physical, but also psychological.

It's like the feeling of loneliness and sadness when one is sitting alone on a bench on a campus in autumn, watching couples walking by.

The right hand holding the white door handle on the left directly condensed into a huge piece of ice, wrapping the entire right hand.

When you hold the black door handle on the right, you will feel a warmth rushing straight to your chest.

This heat is not only physical, but also psychological.

It's like the boring feeling of doing an impossible math test in a classroom with no air conditioning and only a fan at noon in the 40-degree heat in summer.

Zhou Xiaochuan's left hand, which was holding the black door handle on the right, was now covered by black flames.

Logically speaking, this kind of pain of ice and fire should be very unbearable, but at this moment Zhou Xiaochuan's head was empty, with nothing in it.

After a long time, Zhou Xiaochuan's eyes went dark and he fainted.

……

"what!!!!!!!"

Zhou Xiaochuan yelled and sat up from the bed. The white sheets were already soaked with the cold sweat on his back.

Looking around, everything seems ok.

Was everything just a dream? (End of this chapter)