Witnessing the change in the four individuals, Du Wei knew that if he didn't do sothing soon, they would imdiately erupt and transform into fierce ghosts.
So, he took a deep breath and calmly said, "I think there's a problem with your thinking. Why do you associate everything with ghosts?"
He looked at Lisa and continued, "The blood circulation in the lower limbs of humans is prone to issues. If soone were to grab you at this ti, it's quite easy for a palm print to appear and, due to poor blood flow, it can seem sowhat black."
Lisa said impatiently, "But I've always been healthy, and I like to exercise. It's impossible for what you're describing to happen."
Glancing at her, Du Wei indifferently replied, "When there are issues with blood circulation in the lower limbs, hands and feet can beco cold. In severe cases, there can even be partial tissue death. Are you sure your body is really that healthy?"
"Uh... I..."
Lisa touched her hands, which indeed felt a bit cold, and she said doubtfully, "It does seem similar to what you're saying, but I haven't had this problem before, and even if I were ill, it couldn't have started just after entering the Horror House, right?"
Du Wei continued, "Scientifically speaking, it's indeed impossible, but haven't you noticed that the temperature inside the Horror House is very low? Moreover, we are on an underground level... Temperature can cause the condition I described."
In reality, what he said was half-true, half-false because he had blurred the essential points.
Just like a swindler, he would never assert anything with certainty, instead leaving things vague, forcing you to ponder on your own.
The more you think, the easier it is to waver.
Then, Du Wei turned to the man and said, "I have seriously studied the structure of the Horror House. In fact, this is one of the reasons I ca here. The Horror House is divided into two levels - the ground level and the underground level. The entrance is on the ground level, and the exit is underground, requiring one to take an elevator to leave."
Pausing for a mont to organize his thoughts, he continued, "The distance between the ground and the underground is rely three ters in height, and why do you think that the door you entered was really the entrance?"
"As far as I know, the Horror House has recently rearranged so sections. If the door you entered is actually a chanism, after exiting, you will find yourself on Ferocious Ghost Street, which is a very likely possibility," he said.
He was lying.
But there were few loopholes.
The man thought for a while and said, "But that's just your conjecture, and you ntioned earlier that you ca to the Horror House for your own reasons?"
Du Wei nodded and replied, "Yes, many staff mbers have died here, and I am here to investigate this matter."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
After a long while, it was the man's ex-girlfriend who broke the silence, "We also encountered the corpse of a staff mber; actually, we suspect that there's a murderer in the Horror House."
Du Wei turned his head to look at her and said aningfully, "That's also why I stopped you from coming in earlier."
Under the state of Spirit Vision, the peculiar changes in the four people slowed down a bit.
Their condition also reverted to how it was when he first encountered them.
They started to seem sowhat human again.
Seeing this, Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though he was walking a tightrope, where a slight misstep could lead to a fatal fall.
However, just then, Lisa posed a question.
Her voice was low, carrying a strange emotion, "Are you a police officer? Or a detective?"
He was silent for a mont before replying calmly, "You can think of that way, but in reality, I am a psychologist."
"Hm?"
Lisa stared at Du Wei, "A psychologist cos to investigate this kind of thing?"
As soon as this was said, the others also cast strange glances, staring intently at Du Wei.
A kind of intense oppression, along with an evil intent that had not yet surfaced, emanated from them.
Du Wei's breathing montarily halted. Under the state of Spirit Vision, he saw that each person's face had taken on a ferocious appearance.
In the shadows, it brought the kind of chills that make the hair stand on end.
He knew that these four people were on the verge. If he couldn't explain this loophole, it was very likely they would turn into evil spirits right away.
And he had run out of solutions.
With this in mind, Du Wei said softly, "I work closely with Officer Tom, and I've been involved in many homicide cases."
"At his request, I've co to this Horror House."
After he finished speaking, he added another sentence, "My ntal health clinic is in North Brook District, at 109 Queen Street. If you don't believe , you can check it out after we leave."
As his voice trailed off.
The malicious aura slowly receded, and the fierce expressions of the four people he saw under the Spirit Vision also softened.
At this mont, Bob, who was standing to one side, looked at Du Wei and said after taking a mont to size him up, "North Brook District? Are you Dr. Du Wei? I know you, my cousin has been treated by you."
Du Wei furrowed his brows and asked, "Your cousin?"
Bob nodded: "Yes, her na is Aisha Kleeman, she was a programr."
Du Wei fell silent for a while before he finally said, "Hmm, I rember her."
Bob said with so regret, "It's a pity, she died. The person in charge of her case was Officer Tom. I think I can believe what you say."
Du Wei nodded and stayed silent.
The others also fell into an eerie calm.
They continued walking forward.
Du Wei silently calculated the distance and the critical point at which these four people, who did not know they were already dead, would discover the truth.
About five minutes had now passed.
Ferocious Ghost Street was a total of fifty ters long, and at this pace, they should have almost reached the end.
He faintly felt it was like black humor.
The so-called Ferocious Ghost Street segnt, in the end, truly involved walking with fierce ghosts.
Only, these fierce ghosts had not yet realized the fact that they were dead.
Soon...
Under a dim light, an elevator decorated with frightening fierce ghosts appeared before Du Wei.
He glanced at the others, saw them rely looking down, showing no reaction, and grew quietly alert.
Bob pressed the elevator button.
A cold breeze swept over them.
The space inside the elevator was very cramped, and mirrors deliberately covered all four walls.
But in the mirrors, there was only Du Wei.
"Let's go, Dr. Du Wei."
Bob said in a low voice, the others didn't speak and directly entered the elevator.
However, Du Wei's gaze was sowhat unusual; one hand pressed against his clothes, ready to draw out the silver cross dagger, although he knew it wouldn't be of much use, it helped him stay calm.
Being locked in the gaze of the four people, Du Wei grew silent.
He was contemplating the chances of surviving if he chose to escape by retreating in this situation.
In the elevator, four fierce ghosts who had reached the critical point, and without ans to contend with them, his right hand which had undergone Evil Spirit Transformation would be of no great use.
Even a re movent from him might trigger their transformation into fierce ghosts.
"There's no turning back now."
He muttered to himself, then stepped into the elevator.
An utter silence pervaded, eerily quiet.
The elevator had only buttons for floor 1, floor -1, and for opening and closing the doors.
After pressing the button for floor 1, the elevator started to rise slowly.
Under the gloomy elevator light, Du Wei's reflection in the mirror was expressionless.
At that mont, Bob suddenly pointed upward and said, "Dr. Du Wei, I can see my body."
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