Chen Ge told Captain Yan and Captain Li everything he could. The moment the two men heard someone wanted to kill Chen Ge, their expressions changed immediately.
They knew Chen Ge wouldn't joke about something like this. If Chen Ge said someone wanted him dead, it meant the other party not only genuinely wanted to kill him, but had also made him feel an unprecedented level of threat. Otherwise, given Chen Ge's personality, he wouldn't have rushed over to report the case without concrete leads.
They talked for another hour, and Chen Ge laid everything he could share with the police on the table.
Later, Captain Yan even brought in a criminal sketch artist from the city precinct, who rendered the Netherworld Fetus's infant face based on Chen Ge's descriptions.
After entrusting the matter to the police, Chen Ge hurried off and headed to his next destination.
"The children around Jia Ming might also correspond to shrines. He knows far more about the shadow and the Netherworld Fetus than Zhang Yi does. Once he's captured, the fog surrounding the Netherworld Fetus should finally clear."
Taking a taxi to the hospital, Chen Ge arrived at the ward specifically established for patients who had fainted or fallen into comas. Some had already been discharged after treatment, but their vacated beds were always taken by newcomers. With the fire at the haunted house, beds occasionally became scarce, and new ones had to be temporarily set up in the hallways.
Carrying his heavy backpack, Chen Ge followed a nurse and stopped outside a certain room.
Virtual Future Park's employee benefits were quite good. The park's upper management had arranged a private ward for the six employees who had been scared into comas by their own haunted house.
He knocked and entered. The "Policeman," Xiao Ling, and the woman with long black hair were playing Fight the Landlord. When the three of them saw Chen Ge walk in, they involuntarily shuddered, and the horrifying memories they had barely managed to forget resurfaced.
However, unlike the tourists who had fainted in Chen Ge's haunted house, these Virtual Future Park employees didn't believe their terrifying experience had anything to do with Chen Ge. They just found it strange — everyone else had fainted, so why was he the only one perfectly fine?
"The haunted house I toured with them that day had content that involved secrets between the two parks—" Before Chen Ge could finish, the nurse made a gesture and stepped out.
"Chen Ge, sorry about that day. You must have had a good laugh at our expense." The "Policeman" thought Chen Ge was a reliable guy. If they hadn't been on opposite sides, he felt they might have even become friends.
"Something is wrong with your haunted house." Chen Ge's expression was serious. He sat down next to the three of them. "Don't repeat anything I say here to anyone."
"Mm."
"I came here just to confirm one thing with you." Chen Ge's gaze swept over the three of them. "That day... did we actually encounter real ghosts?"
None of the three employees spoke. Their expressions were simply conflicted.
Chen Ge tossed his backpack into a corner of the room, then took out his phone and placed it on the table. "Don't worry, I'm not recording audio or video. You can search me if you want. I just came here to get to the bottom of this."
The "Policeman" and Xiao Ling both looked at the woman with long black hair. The three exchanged glances. Finally, Xiao Ling quietly checked the door, and only after confirming it was closed properly did she dare speak.
"It's not just you who finds it strange. We've been terrified about it too."
"Many of the ghosts we encountered that day weren't in the program. Which means there was genuinely something in that scene that didn't belong there." The "Policeman" wore a bitter smile. "Either way, I'm never helping out in the haunted house again. If they insist on making me, I'll just have to quit."
"Why would this happen? Could it really be because the remnants of the dead linger on those old objects? Like the shrine in the Curse House?" Chen Ge was carefully guiding them, trying to extract certain information without being too direct.