"You go first, I heard that this haunted house uses a fear grading system, and it is rare to enter the most difficult scene, and I want to go around again." Night carefully stood in the dean's office and did not come out.

The cacophony of the tape recorder grew louder and louder, and there were other sounds faintly in the sound of electricity.

It's like someone is gasping for breath, and it's like crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time, there were only more than two minutes left, and he didn't force it: "Okay, then you pay attention to safety." ”

After saying that, he ran outside alone with a tape recorder.

Looking at the back of Han Qiuming running in a hurry, the calm that Ye Jing had been maintaining was broken, and his beautiful eyes slowly widened.

"Why does he seem to have a man crawling on his back?"

She is a staunch atheist, and because of this, she is able to enter various haunted houses with impunity, and she is convinced that all of this is fake.

But just now, she saw something that she couldn't explain with her previous experience.

"Who was the man lying on his back? That's supposed to be a person, right? ”

……

Han Qiuming ran with all his strength with the tape recorder: "There are still two minutes!" ”

The body was getting colder and colder, Han Qiuming didn't know what was wrong, and the coolness came from behind, penetrated into the body, and drilled towards the heart.

"Hurt ......"

There was a voice in my ear, if there was nothing, as if it was a woman lying on her shoulder.

"Who!" Han Qiuming turned his head sharply and looked behind him, there was nothing empty on his shoulders.

"Did I hear me wrong?"

He sped up, and now there was only one thought in his mind, get out of here.

"The things are already in hand, if you go out, you will win, and I will be able to earn back the face lost by Tian Teng Hospital!"

Han Qiuming didn't care, sped up his speed, and ran forward like crazy.

"It hurts so much......"

The voice came closer, from the shoulder to the ear, as if it was about to burrow into the ear.

"It hurts!"

"Ahh Facing the air, Han Qiuming waved his hands fiercely: "Get out!" What is it! ”

There was no one around to respond to him, and the only echoes in the dark hallways were his own echoes and the rustling of electricity.

"Is this tape recorder the hell?" In addition to himself, the only thing that can make sound is the tape recorder, Han Qiuming held it in front of his eyes, the tape was turning, and the indicator light turned from green to red at some point.

"Is that it?"

Han Qiuming racked his brains and couldn't figure out what the principle was, time was decreasing, he gritted his teeth, and continued to run forward with the tape recorder.

"There's definitely something wrong with the recorder, but it's the key to success in itself! I finally found it, how could I throw it away? Wouldn't that be a waste of all the hard work before! ”

Han Qiuming scolded Chen Ge in his heart: "Shameless! It's despicable! ”

Now as long as you run out with the tape recorder, you can clear the customs, but this is also the most tangled place, throwing away the tape recorder is reluctant, and if you don't throw it away, you have to face the horror brought by the tape recorder.

There is no way, this is an almost unsolvable scenario level for ordinary people!

"Fight!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth, in order to clear Chen Ge's haunted house, he really risked his life.

Running all the way, my shoulders became heavier and heavier, and something seemed to be pressed on my back, and the cold feeling soaked into my bone marrow.

"It hurts so much......"

The voice behind him gradually became clearer, changing from a vague male voice to a female voice.

It sounds more mature, but it contains a hint of helplessness and despair.

"Wait a minute!"

When this voice sounded, Han Qiuming's hairs stood up: "Where do I seem to have heard this voice?" ”

He was almost stunned that he was in a haunted house with no intersection, and in this crisis situation, he heard an extremely familiar voice.

"Where did you hear that?"

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, he knew very few female friends, and even fewer of them were of this age.

"No, I must have heard it somewhere."

Memories from the depths of his mind surfaced, and Han Qiuming suddenly remembered one night more than half a year ago.

In order to increase the attractiveness of the haunted house, he resolutely added the bizarre death of Xu Zhenzhen's father and daughter to the production of the haunted house as a gimmick, despite the opposition of others.

In order to design a dark line and make Xu Zhenzhen, a female ghost, more realistic, he looked up a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

The woman used to work in her father's hospital, but was later fired because of a doctor-patient dispute, and the patient was so violent that there were even videos on the Internet.

The patient's family ran to the hospital to make trouble, accusing Xu Zhenzhen, who was wearing a white coat and was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.

She whispered her defense, but no one listened to her, and then the scene got out of hand, and she was pushed to the ground, and her fingers were stepped on by someone.

"It hurts so much......"

"That's right! That's the sound! ”

Han Qiuming's scalp was about to explode, and he heard the voice of a dead man in the haunted house!

threw the tape recorder on the ground, even if he gave Han Qiuming ten more dares, he was reluctant to get close to the tape recorder again.

"Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice run into the tape recorder? Was it specially made by someone surnamed Chen? Impossible! At first, he didn't know that we were coming to the third ward, and it was because of my suggestion that we were temporarily replaced. Han Qiuming really wanted to slap himself with a big mouth: "I'm really cheap!" ”

"The tape recorder was originally a thing of Tian Teng Hospital, could it be that my fictional Xu Zhenzhen has become a real ghost?" The temperature on his body surface is dropping, his skin is very cold, and his shoulders are getting heavier and heavier: "Let's run out first, it's too evil, this place is too evil." ”

Han Qiuming ran forward, but he didn't run a few steps away before he was tired and began to gasp, the bedding was very soft, and he couldn't use his strength when he stepped on it, and his body felt more and more heavy.

"What's going on? It's like you're carrying something? Han Qiuming glanced behind him, and the tape recorder was thrown in the corner by him, because it fell on the futon, there was no damage, and he continued to work.

The tape rotated in the tape recorder like an eerie smiling face, or like a whirlpool that would sink deep into staring.

"I need to get out."

The tape recorder was far away, but the rustling of electricity still ringed in my ears.

"It hurts, it hurts......"

The woman's voice continued to torture Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually became hideous: "Don't make any noise!" I'll tell you to stop arguing! ”

He slammed the air, spun in circles, trying to find out where the sound was coming from, and he always felt a woman's face on his back talking.

"Get out!"

He took out his mobile phone to turn on the bright light, pointed behind him and turned on the camera function, and when he turned the lens, a familiar face that he had seen countless times in newspapers and hospital materials appeared.

"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"

The phone fell, and Han Qiuming ran towards the end of the corridor desperately, his body getting colder and colder, and the voice followed him like a shadow.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Turning the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the puppets were lying, he didn't notice the changes in these puppets at all, and rushed forward frantically.

But I don't know what's going on, he obviously looked at the road carefully, but his calf was still tripped by something, and the whole person fell heavily in the middle of a pile of dolls, and the highly myopic mirror on his face also flew out!

"My glasses!"

Han Qiuming was lying on the ground, surrounded by a blur, with hands, feet, and human heads everywhere.

He crawled in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved from doll to puppet, farther and farther away from him.

To make matters worse, in the blur and darkness, countless heads and bodies were closing in on him.

"What?! Stay back! Help me! Help me! ”