"Don't talk about haunted houses, okay?" Ba Song was so frightened that his hands and feet trembled, and he moved down step by step: "If you continue to talk about it, it will become true." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I want to too!" Rudolph said helplessly: "I also hope that there is a group of madmen in this house, whether it is a corpse murderer, it is better than what I see now." ”

"You'll know if it's down there!" Mike, who had been at the front, finally stepped on the ground.

The black rumbling was so loud that I couldn't see anything. I felt the wind gusting, and there was an indescribable smell in the air. After a while, Rudolph found the power switch and closed it firmly.

"Click, click..." The sound startled everyone, and the lights came on all the way.

With light, you can see things. When he saw what was in front of him, Ba Song was so frightened that his face was even more bloodless.

The basement is a herbarium, with glass bottles of all kinds and sizes soaked in tissues and organs of various creatures and even humans.

"Apparently not a corpse murderer." Interpol Harold looked around and divided them according to the type of specimen: "There are very few human organs, and there is no corpse, and most of the fetuses are not full-term, and the producer is probably a taxidermia or a death worshipper, and it is very likely that he has access to medical treatment, especially obstetrics and gynecology." ”

Indeed, there are many fetuses, from just over a month old, only the size of potatoes, with a tail like a seahorse with a big head; to those who have been formed and are about to be born; There are even freaks with five jars, which look like alien creatures. Soaking in the potion, it is slightly puffy and pale. Two of them have been soaked for about a long time, and the epidermis still appears to be cotton-wool; If you try to reach in and touch it, it must be as slightly elastic as a sponge that is starting to rot.

"It's disgusting!" Cheng Qianxun followed Snead all the way over, fortunately he had seen Mammon's collection, otherwise he would have been really scared. So he didn't forget to praise: "It's a world away from Satan's collection of Mammon, and Mammon's collection is the real art." ”

"Yes!" Sneijder, of course, knew what she was thinking, and then smiled and said, "Mammon is the best artist. ”

Then he whispered in her ear: "Are you interested in admiring his most precious masterpiece in private?" ”

Cheng Qianxun was so embarrassed that he wanted to screw Sneijder, and then pursed his lips and laughed, and at this time, those terrifying glass tubes became not so terrifying.

Pat Satan's ass from time to time, and if Satan is watching at this time, he can be happy!

"Look what this is!" Legel walked over to a metal bed in the middle.

Interpol Harold said: "Medical autopsy bed! ”

"I said so." Regel pulled out a couple of black hiking bags from under the bed.

"It's hard, isn't it... Ba Song's teeth fought: "Broken, broken corpses?" Don't open it... ”

In the midst of Ba Song's screams, Regel opened the bag and rolled his eyes: "I know the weight of the corpse, it's not that light." ”

When opened, there were bags of stuff inside.

Mike picked up an oblong ham sausage, held it in his hand and shook it at Ba Song, put it next to it and then took it in his bag, and mocked in his mouth: "It's indeed a broken corpse, do you want it to be smoked or barbecued?" ”

Everyone went up to see it, and there were five bags in total. Clean them up one by one after opening.

"Compressed biscuits, ham sausages, bottled water... Rudolph sighed slightly: "Just three things, enough to eat for eight days, but we still have to be ready to lose weight." ”

"Some of them are eating well." Regel looked at a few packets of compressed biscuits: "There is also a seaweed flavor, and there are quite a lot of varieties." ”

Mike opened a pack and simply ate it: "Well, it tastes pretty good." ”

"Look at this!" Harold found a large bag in a nearby corner, so he brought it over and placed it on a metal dissecting table. Judging from the way he carried it and the sound of the bag colliding with the bed, the bag was not lightweight, and it was probably metal inside.

"Gun bag?" Boxer Hogan hurriedly pulled open the bag.

As soon as the zipper was opened, the pistol at the top inside pierced the eye.

There are weapons! Rudolph was the first to snatch the gun as fast as he could.

"Don't be nervous, I'd better do it." Sneijder blocked the bag with his hand, and his smile and words were still very convincing: "No, the rules have changed a little this time, we may all die or all survive." So everyone has a share of the weapons in it, and they can all use it, okay? ”

The four members of the other team nodded in approval. This rule proves that everyone should not fight each other to escalate, but should be as united as possible.

At this time, Rudolph, who was looking at the gun, sneered: "This gun can't kill people at all, the weight is wrong." ”

He had taken off the magazine, took out one bullet from all the bullets inside, and weighed it in his hand: "The bullet should be an empty shell." ”

"I'll see!" Interpol Harold took it from his hand and unscrewed the small lid on the back: "This is a special bullet." ”

Some white powder poured out of the bullet, and Harold carefully dipped his little finger in it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"What is this?" Snead took out a lot of things from his bag, including a cross, a candle, and a bottle of water, which must have been holy water, in addition to guns. He smiled bitterly: "Obviously, the theme has been decided, it's a haunted house." ”

Harold put the powder in his mouth in everyone's astonishment at this time, and said with certainty: "It's salt." ”

"Salt? What do you put salt in the bullet for, do you want to hurt the wound after shooting into the human body? Muay Thai fighter Ba Song was stunned.

"This bullet can't even penetrate the skin." Rudolph also tried: "Sure enough, it's salt." When a bullet is fired out of the chamber, it explodes, and at most it is painful. ”

"Salt is said to slow down ghosts." Harold is also a well-informed man: "One of the cases I worked on involved this, and I just knew that. ”

"I've also seen the film, salt drives away ghosts." Regel thought for a moment and said, "If you come across a wronged soul, find its corpse, sprinkle it with salt and burn it." ”

"There's salt!" Snead held up a white packet, weighing about two pounds: "That amount of salt shouldn't be used for us to cook compressed biscuit paste, right?" ”

"Crosses, holy water, just silver and wooden spikes can be a full set of horror movies!" Regel rolled his eyes, he still knew a little about European and American ghost films.

"There it is!" Rudolph took the knife he had just taken out of the bag from Sneiard's hand, and the sharp edge of the knife reflected a faint light: "This is silver-coated, do you need a spiked stake?" I'll help you cut one. ”

Cheng Qianxun flipped through the bag again: "I don't know if there are yellow mounted paper, realgar, cinnabar, and then a Hebrew star, Buddha statue, Shiva God, that basically has more than half of the world's religious exorcism supplies." ”

"No, that's all!" Snead picked up the bag and poured it down: "It should be a dead ghost, no garlic; There should be no ghosts from the East. ”

"It's easy to have the ghosts of the East!" Cheng Qianxun felt more and more that things were more and more difficult, and touched his forehead slightly: "There is a Zhong Kui and Guan Gong in the room; There are two door gods on the left and right at the door, and there are no taboos in the home. ”

"What else to say, what else to exorcise demons." Sneijder asked curiously, seeing some people looking at him, and explained, "It doesn't matter if it's Eastern or Western, as long as it's useful." ”

This is also, now it is only useful, Cheng Qianxun scratched his scalp and thought fiercely: "Exorcism... Sprinkle beans to drive away ghosts, it is said that copper money swords and wicker can drive away ghosts. ”

"You don't have any of these things here." Rudolph rotated around the basement, about sixty square meters, where shelves were placed all around, and on the high three-story shelves were neatly placed specimens soaked in formalin potion.

Ba Song has always been sticking to Hogan's side, mentioning: "It is said that my hometown uses black things to exorcise ghosts." ”

This time, Cheng Qianhiro also remembered: "Yes, the blood of black dogs, black chickens, and black cats can ward off evil spirits." ”

Hearing this, Snead frowned: "These things can really ward off evil spirits, how do I feel like a ritual of the dark sect to summon demons?" Not to mention exorcism, there are probably no ghosts who can summon ghosts. ”

This is the cultural difference between the East and the West, blood has always been a sacrifice to Satan, but the East is used to exorcise ghosts, if it weren't for the current eerie atmosphere, it would be really funny.

"Go up, if you want something black, there's something here!" Rudolph's fingers tapped on a glass jar with a crisp sound, and a crow bubbled inside.

Regel, boxer Hogan and Interpol Harold each picked up a bag, and everyone prepared to go back.

"Whew... Whew... "The light above suddenly dimmed and lit up, and it made a noise.

"What's wrong?" Muay Thai fighter Ba Song became a frightened bird, and he was so frightened that he hid from his teammate Hogan.

"Alright, don't act like a!" Mike scolded impatiently: "You are nervous, and others will be nervous too." It's voltage instability! ”

I know the principle, but I always feel very scary. The specimens around them seemed to be resurrected at any moment in the light and darkness, breaking through the glass and rushing over with the smell of Momalin.

"Don't scare yourself, let's go!" With his hands in his trouser pockets, Mike walked upstairs with a brisk pace.

"I have to carry the quilt." Rudolph also followed: "Actually, you can solve it by doing work, at least you won't be cranky." ”

Cheng Qianxun continued to hook Sneijder's arm, it's good to have teammates, she has to rely on, feel safe, and she is also happy to birdie.

Under the broken light that flickered from time to time, Mike was only halfway up the stairs when he was in trouble again.

"Ah, help, ah... Like a dog with its tail stepped on, Ba Song jumped up, hugged Hogan, who was a head taller than him, and screamed.

"What's wrong again!" Hogan looked at everyone a little embarrassed, and forcefully broke the arms of Ba Song that wrapped around his waist: "Say." ”

"You G friend... Mike was so angry that he turned to walk down quickly, squeezed down the small wooden staircase where people were still standing all the way, tore open the Ba Song, and yelled, "I was scared of a heart attack by you sooner or later, not a ghost." Say, what's wrong this time? ”

Ba Song was obviously not pretending to be afraid, if his face was as white as paper just now, his face was definitely not much better than a corpse now. His trembling fingers pointed to a place where there were specimen shelves all around, and his hand pointed out no exception: "Move, move... (To be continued.) )