"Zhou Yan, what do you think?"

Staring at the big red characters on the wall that seemed to be a distress message, Zhao Nuo asked the "ghost scriptwriter" next to him.

"I don't know." Zhou Yan's answer was simple and clear.

"Well, you win."

Zhao Nuo said and looked around, only to see some dilapidated wooden boxes, exuding the smell of cotton wool, which should contain quilts and other things.

Aside from the door he had just pried open, the only thing he could pass through was another iron door in the corner. Zhao Nuo walked to the black iron door and touched the doorknob with his fingertips.

The metal handle was extremely cold, and it was covered with a layer of dust, and at first glance, it was clear that no one had touched it in a long time.

"Strange...... Could it be that it is really haunted? Zhao Nuo looked at the old iron gate thoughtfully.

With the light emitted by the mobile phone screen, I saw that the ground under my feet was also covered with a layer of dust, and there were no other footprints except for the footprints of the three people on my side.

So, where did the guy who hid in the house just now go?

"Shh

Hold a finger to your lips and signal the two girls behind her to be quiet. Zhao Nuo held his breath and listened to the sounds in the room.

The soundproofing of the storage room is very good, you can't hear the rain outside at all, only the extreme silence turns into a depressing atmosphere in the room, no! There are any suspicious voices present.

Zhao Nuo can completely confirm that except for himself, Zhou Yan and Christine, there are no living people left in this room.

- Isn't that guy alive?

Shaking his head to dispel the terrifying thoughts, Zhao Nuo reached out and grabbed the doorknob and tugged at it. The door didn't move, it seemed locked.

In this case, it's time for your own lockpicking skills to come into play.

After picking the lock of the door, Zhao Nuo opened the iron door a small crack, and heard a strange hissing sound from behind the door.

"Bang!"

Driven by a savage strange force, the door that had just been opened slammed shut. Even Zhao Nuo, who had experienced the murder demon incident, was taken aback by this "sudden attack", and his heartbeat rate increased a little.

"What are you kidding, what's that guy behind the door?" He looked at his right hand, which had just grabbed the doorknob, with trepidation.

- I'm already working hard, but the savage weirdness is unmatched. Even if it's a big man like Brother Meng. It's probably impossible to exert that kind of force. The "woman" who hid in the house. Does it really have such power?

No, it's not that simple......

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Zhao Nuo already had a general idea.

Then the next step is the "verification" process to confirm your guesses.

Glancing at the iron door that had been locked again. Zhao Nuo sighed and said, "Let's go." It's boring. ”

"I want to see zombies!" Christine said with some dissatisfaction. She can already understand this simple Chinese dialogue.

"There are no zombies here, but there is a strange uncle." Zhao Nuo said.

"I feel like a woman." Zhou Yan's tone was still as cold as usual.

"Nope. Probably a home, right? And it's still the kind that has been at home for more than 30 years, and the unicorn arm is a big one. It is impossible for a normal person to have such a strong arm strength. Zhao Nuo ran the train with his mouth full.

"You're talking about yourself?" Zhou Yan said coldly.

"Come on, I'm not thirty yet." Zhao Nuo smiled and was about to turn around and leave.

As expected, he heard Zhou Yan's voice:

"There's a small line here."

"Oh, where's that?" Zhao Nuo pretended to walk to the pale girl, then suddenly grabbed her shoulders, put his mouth to her ear and said:

"Please, don't pretend, this is the mechanism you set up."

"It's my first time, too." Zhou Yan looked calm.

Barely understanding the dialogue between Zhao Nuo and the others, Christine said in English: "Impossible, we all saw the door suddenly close just now." ”

Zhao Nuo nodded: "That's right, we did see the closed door, but we didn't see the person who closed the door, right?" ”

"You mean...... Phantom? Christine scratched at her hair.

Seeing that the blonde girl's expression was a hint of doubt, Zhao Nuo didn't say anything, just raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head.

By the light of the mobile phone screen, Christine saw what was on the ceiling clearly, and suddenly shouted:

"What is this? Is it an engine? ”

Attached to the ceiling is a black object resembling a small electric motor, with a metal wire sticking out of it, flashing a faint silver light, and the thin wire is connected to the position directly above the black wooden door.

"I borrowed a remote player to play the sound, and then used the engine to close the door to create the illusion that someone was hiding in the house. Am I right, Miss Scriptwriter? Zhao Nuo said to Zhou Yan.

--The force I felt just now was not at all like a human hand, but more like a mechanical force, and the sound was similar to that of a rope. According to Zhao Nuo's guess, it should be some kind of rope-connected engine, and now it seems that it is indeed the case.

"However, even if there is a mechanism here, I can't tell that I did it." Zhou Yan was still arguing.

"I told you when we first met, right? There's something wrong with your character design, and it's the same this time, but it's just that you're exposed. ”

Zhao Nuo paused, and then said slowly: "How could a ghost scriptwriter who usually loves reasoning say such an answer as 'how do I know'?" And when I was about to leave, you who weren't interested before hurried to find the next clue. You're trying to trick me into solving these puzzles on my own, right? ”

The pale-skinned girl was silent for a moment, still making her final struggle:

"But what's the matter with the shotguns and traps at the door? I wouldn't have set such a dangerous trap. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Nuo smiled: "I checked the shotgun just now, it shouldn't have been arranged for a long time, and when that thing was triggered, the surprise you expressed was not fake." So that thing has nothing to do with you at all, but a real hunter arranged, you shouldn't have thought of it, right? ”

Seeing that Zhou Yan still wanted to quibble, Zhao Nuo continued to speak, completely shattering her "dying fight":

"No matter how disguised you are, the words painted on the wall are still your writing style, and that weird female voice just now is not difficult for you to dub your own zuò game. So, there is only one truth, the murderer is you! ”

“……”

Seeing that Zhao Nuo had already seen through it, Zhou Yan lowered his head in frustration and whispered: "I admit it, this is the first trap house I tried for the first time, and I wanted to find an expert to take a look, but it was debunked so quickly." ”

“…… What do you do with this kind of thing? You might as well go home and watch a movie. Zhao Nuo sighed helplessly.

"I think it's interesting." Zhou Yan looked at the dimly lit storage room: "If only there were amusement parks and haunted houses in the local area." ”

"The haunted houses in the amusement park are all people pretending to be ghosts and scary, not like you."

Zhao Nuo raised his head and looked at the small motor installed on the ceiling, which was difficult to detect without looking carefully, and asked curiously, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

"It was done by the owner of the car wash." Zhou Yan said.

"Brother Meng? Do you know him? At this time, Zhao Nuo finally began to be surprised.

"There are only a few people who live on the outskirts of here, of course they know." Zhou Yan said and turned around and walked out of the dark storage room.

It seems that after her own mechanism was dismantled, she had no intention of staying.

"And one more question, you should know the origin of this house, right?" Seeing that she was leaving, Zhao Nuo raised one last question.

Hearing this, the girl's face seemed to turn even paler, but there was still a shallow smile on her face:

"Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived here with her parents, and then when her parents died, she left."

……

After thinking for two seconds to understand what Zhou Yan meant, Zhao Nuo didn't say anything, just patted her shoulder.

"What were you talking about? I don't understand. Seeing that the conversation between the two ended, Christine asked busily.

"The haunted house adventure is over, let's go home and play the game." Zhao Nuo smiled. (To be continued......) R1292