"Teacher Han, are you sure that there is no terror on the left on the right?"

Xiao Du held on to the doorknob, he now misses Tian Teng Hospital a little, and misses the iron cabinet that can give him a sense of security.

"What are you panicking about? The surname Chen himself also said that the third ward has not been arranged yet, what is there to be afraid of in a broken scene? Han Qiuming woke up from the initial shock, and he grabbed the arm of the person in charge, Guo Miao: "Old Guo, the two of us take the lead." ”

"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao shook his hand: "Didn't you say that you walked in front alone?" ”

"I'm afraid you won't dare to come in, so I'll run away in the middle of the tour." Han Qiuming's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, but because the light in the haunted house was very dark, no one saw it: "Then I'll take the lead, you follow closely and don't fall behind." ”

Han Qiuming completely pushed the dilapidated iron door open, the rust fell off, and several people entered the third ward.

There was an indescribable strange smell wafting in the air, pills and yellowed case lists were scattered on the ground, and Han Qiuming walked in front alone, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

All sorts of crazy words were written on the walls, and the combination of those cruel handwriting made people's scalps tingle to read, and it didn't look like a normal person could come up with it at all.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that he had walked a few meters away, and the number of blood words on the wall had not decreased, but had increased.

It's so dense that there's not even a word to be repeated!

"How did the person surnamed Chen come up with these sentences? He's not really a madman, is he? ”

Squatting down, Han Qiuming lifted a corner of the futon, and inside was a dummy made of pillows and sheets.

But such a rough and playful dummy made him unable to take his eyes off.

"Can you still do this with a dummy prop in a haunted house? I've been in the industry for a few years, and today is a lot of knowledge. Han Qiuming looked at the weird face on the pillow, which was obviously sketched casually, but it gave people an indescribable weird feeling.

"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward, and everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and the doorshaft was full of bloody marks dug out by fingernails.

She stretched out her hand and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, not like it was dug up with a tool." ”

"It's not dug with tools, can it be dug by hand by designer?" Han Qiuming covered the quilt and covered the dummy on the ground: "Be careful not to touch the things inside, and be careful to trigger the mechanism, especially these bedding on the ground, maybe the actor is hiding under the quilt." ”

He was about to continue walking, but the others did not move, and the woman with short hair entered the first ward alone.

The windows were sealed, and the thick concrete walls were outside the cracks in the wooden planks, revealing a sense of depression and despair, like a prison cell.

Night carefully ran his fingers across the bed board, and found a lot of digging marks on both sides of the bed: "Come and help, let's lift the bed board." ”

"It's only twenty minutes to clear the customs, can you hurry up? Don't worry about the details. Han Qiuming stood outside alone.

Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward and helped Ye carefully lift the bed board, and the scene under the wooden board was somewhat unexpected to them.

There are black-red fingerprints on the edges of the bed, and there are broken nails in the cracks, which shows how painful the person who dug up this bloody streak has been.

"Artificial plasma will show a light red color after coagulation, and this black-red blood stain ......" Song An shrunk his neck and said carefully to the night beside him: "It's a bit like human blood." ”

"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye carefully tilted his head to look at the plank, bent down, and brought the tip of his nose to the edge of the bed: "There is no smell." ”

Song An was stunned by the short-haired girl's bold move, and he laughed dryly: "Maybe it may be pig blood, cow blood, haunted houses sometimes use animal blood instead of artificial plasma in order to pursue reality." ”

"It's normal for bloodstained props to appear in haunted houses, especially in fixed haunted houses like Boss Chen, where many props are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or psychiatric hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao should have done something like this: "But we can't be careless, there is blood on the bed board, at least it means that something very bad happened in that mental hospital before." ”

Ye Xin nodded, and continued to ask, "How do you explain the blood-colored scratches on the door shaft?" It can't be that the door shaft was also removed from a mental hospital, right? ”

Guo Miao was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Can't you tell?" Night carefully took out his notebook: "I've visited a lot of haunted houses, most of those haunted houses are around the fright point, only this haunted house every detail is handled very realistically, and the owner of the haunted house seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder." ”

"I also discovered something horrible." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling, and the hideous and bloody words seemed to come to life, revolving around her: "The handwriting of each sentence here is different, it shouldn't be written by the same person." ”

"Different handwriting?" Guo Miao took a closer look, and his face became very bad: "Really, how did Boss Chen do it?" ”

"Didn't he say that this haunted house had been open for several years? Give me five years to build it, and I can do it better than him. Han Qiuming walked forward a few steps alone, and his heart was weak, but he turned back again, he leaned on the door axis, and said casually.

"Would you settle down and spend five years creating a haunted house scene?" Guo Miao was a little angry in his heart, he had arranged everything before, but he was messed up by Han Qiuming: "Boss Chen definitely didn't lie, this place is the most terrifying scene in his haunted house, let's hurry up and find the tape recorder, don't stay here for too long." ”

Ever since he entered the third ward, he had a very uncomfortable feeling, which became even stronger when he saw the interior of the scene.

The red scratches on the doorway, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed, the bloody letters on the surface of the walls, all of this made him feel uneasy.

The memory buried deep in her heart was awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if she had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide again.

"Lao Guo, I really don't know what you're afraid of? His haunted house details are really good, and he does the same thing as the real thing, but this only shows that he imitates it better. Han Qiuming's eyes secretly swept over the night and pushed his glasses: "When I experienced a super-large fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all their props were real guys used by death row prisoners. Compared with others, this haunted house can only be said to be okay. ”

"You just die to save face and suffer sin."

"I'm telling the truth." Han Qiuming beckoned to everyone: "There are still sixteen minutes, everyone hurry up." ”

Several people entered the corridor one after another, only Xiao Du was still at the entrance of the third ward, he looked at the words on the ceiling of his scalp, and his heart was beating fast.

After staring at it for a long time, the seemingly chaotic and irregular handwriting seemed to be mixed together, and the strokes were linked to each other, forming the word "death" of different sizes.

"This place is so wicked, I'll just stay at the door."

When he walked out of the third ward and looked towards the left passage, he suddenly looked up and saw that the puppets that had been at the end of the corridor on the left had appeared very close to them.

"What's the situation?"

Du Chao took a step back, he didn't dare to stay here alone, and hurriedly caught up with the other tourists.

After he left, a puppet with a school badge around his neck quietly straightened his head.