Chapter 225 Uninjured Player
There is such a phenomenon in this world:
[In a region, the more people know about the existence of strange things, the higher the probability and intensity of strange events in the region. ]

The probability of strange events occurring and the intensity of strange events are directly proportional to the number of people in the area who know about the existence of strange things.

This is the argument put forward by an anonymous scholar in his paper, which is now widely accepted and recognized by the community of ordained and ordained persons.

It is conservatively estimated that there are at least thousands of prisoners in Chenyu Valley Prison now, and they are all aware of the strange existence.

“Everyone who believes in ghosts is a bait for ghosts.”

Thousands of people who know and believe in the existence of ghosts are gathered in the same place. Their presence has increased the probability of this prison being haunted to a terrifying level.

Strictly speaking, the paper did not put an end to all the doubts. For example, even the anonymous scholar did not give a conclusion on how large an area or how many people who believe in the existence of strange things will definitely lead to strange events.

Even though there are thousands of people who meet the requirements gathered in this prison, Ning Zhe cannot conclude that this place is definitely haunted. He can only say that the probability of it being haunted is very high. As for whether it will be haunted… it depends on luck.

Unfortunately, Ning Zhe had bad luck today.

For a person who is having bad luck, if something bad has the possibility of happening, it will definitely happen.

So Shenyugu Prison is haunted.

Ning Zhe gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground. At the same time, in Yundu, thousands of miles away, in a KTV, an unlucky guy who was hugging a hostess and laughing suddenly died on the sofa.

While getting up from the ground, Ning Zhe’s facial features under the mask changed again. His originally tall and straight figure became shorter, and he turned into a young woman wearing a red sweatshirt and ripped jeans. This was another identity stolen through Taiyi, named Wang Jingli.

In theory, an ascender who is too easy to control can steal the identities of others as many times as necessary to die for himself, but in practice, due to memory confusion and shaken self-cognition, Ning Zhe does not dare to do so.

The “identities” he had in reserve were actually quite limited, many of which were the household registrations of dead people such as Zhang Yangxu and Yu Ziqian who could not be used as replacements.

Now Wang Jingli is one of the few living people he has left who can be used as a scapegoat.

“Fenwu’s goal has been achieved.”

Ning Zhe held the iron railing of the cell next to him with one hand, and the prisoner sleeping beside him did not move. “He didn’t even show his face, and I was fooled into such a mess.”

“Lili?”

As soon as she stood up, a gentle call came from behind her. It was the voice of Wang Jingli’s mother.

Ning Zhe couldn’t help wanting to look back again, but this time, he reacted quickly. Before turning back, he stamped himself with thought.

[I absolutely cannot respond to the call of a ghost]

The strong desire to turn back was finally suppressed. Ning Zhe turned over and jumped down to the next floor. It was not advisable to stay here for long.

Fen Wu is a veteran Ascender who has been active since the 70s. Would such a person lack the means to directly fight the enemy? No.

Ning Zhe was almost certain that Fen Wu must have more direct and deadly means that he had not used yet, and the reason he had not used them was because of caution.

Just like the primitive tribesmen chasing prey hundreds of thousands of years ago, they could have picked up their spears and fought the prey in close combat. Their stone spears were sharper and longer than the teeth of any saber-toothed tiger. The probability of an adult man fighting a large herbivore head-on with a spear was negligible. But they did not do so.

They don’t want to take any risk at all.

The primitive people who did not want to take risks followed the prey in groups from a distance, chasing it slowly and leisurely, throwing a spear or a stone from time to time, making the prey’s already fearful nerves even more tense.

Relying on the exposed skin that facilitates heat dissipation and the well-developed sweat glands and pores, as well as his terrifyingly long endurance, the experienced hunter plays with his prey with ease until the poor prey dies of exhaustion in the terrified escape.

Back to the original question, why didn’t the hunter go up to the close combat with a spear at the beginning? Because:
——It’s not that I can’t win, I just want to avoid getting hurt.

This is what Fenwu is doing now.

Ning Zhe saw something called “arrogance” in this person. Arrogance requires strength as capital, and there is no doubt that Fen Wu has such capital.

“Zi Qian?”

Zhang Yunwen’s voice sounded again behind Ning Zhe. When he was impressed by her thoughts just now, Ning Zhe briefly switched to Yu Ziqian’s identity.

“Will this ghost imitate someone the person knows and call him?”

Ning Zhe’s mind was in disarray, and he turned into a flying bird and left the prison without looking back. He remembered very clearly that he was killed the moment he turned his head back.

There is one upside-down ghost and the other is a ghost that can call people with familiar voices. There are at least two ghosts wandering around in Chenyu Valley Prison now. Since Fen Wu is here, everyone has bad luck. No one knows whether other ghosts will smell the scent and crawl here next.

Ning Zhe flapped his wings and flew over the basketball court, then landed lightly on the roof of the water room. He removed the camera that he had installed earlier and was shooting at the basketball court from under the eaves.

There was no time to watch the video, so Ning Zhe threw the camera into his bag, jumped off the roof, used a butterfly as a buffer, and landed at the edge of the basketball court.

The moment he landed, he switched back to Wang Jingli’s identity, walked up the stairs with a pair of slender legs, and hurried into the prison guards’ lounge where the crying sound was heard before.

When he turned on the lights, he saw that the lounge was no different from before. There were no signs that the wardrobe, coffee table, desk and chairs had been moved. The only difference was that when Ning Zhe entered the lounge this time, there was no crying coming from inside.

Click, after checking the pistol, Ning Zhe quickly walked through the lounge to the bathroom door, turned the handle, and the door opened.

The bathroom, which was about 2 square meters in size, was empty. There was only a toilet, a roll of toilet paper hanging on a nail, a wastebasket, and a mirror on the wall. The air was filled with the smell of burning tobacco. The prison guard who had been sitting here crying was gone.

“It was all in vain.” Ning Zhe’s heart sank.

But this actually proved that the clue he got from his sixth sense was correct. The strange condition of the prison guard might really help him solve an important mystery, but unfortunately, he missed it.

Without too much regret, Ning Zhe turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, a “bang” sound was heard from the lounge outside.

It was the sound of a skull hitting the floor.

Ning Zhe swallowed silently, and the upside-down ghost chased after him.

(End of this chapter)