My House of Horrors

“Bang!”

The phone slipped off its fingertips, fell to the floor, and you can still hear the sound coming from the microphone.

“Yu Liang's phone doesn't work. What have you encountered in there? ”

“Zhu? Can you hear me? ”

“Zhu Jianing? You all right? You all right? Say something! ”

Zhu Jianing of course heard his voice, but by this time he was speechless.

With his eyes turned white, Zhu Jianing stumbled against the partition plate and his body twitched slightly, he could not stand up.

“I warned you not to take pictures or videotape in a haunted house, but you wouldn't listen.” Chen Guo took the mask off and stuffed the pocket. He looked at Zhu Jianing, who was paralyzed on the ground, and thought that the waiver agreement was a great invention.

His scary way is different from other haunted houses. Normal haunted houses are where actors play ghosts, hide in blind areas from the perspective of tourists, and all of a sudden they blame the appearance of intimidation.

Chen Gong's method of intimidation is special, he baked the atmosphere to the extreme, and then waited for the tourists to take the initiative to find a point of intimidation. The whole process of intimidation was silent and unprotected.

If there is psychological expectation, it will be like Zhu Jianin is now, unable to release fear, like a large piece of ice stuck in his throat, unable to breathe, cold bones.

Chen Gong walked out of the third compartment, turned off the phone on the floor and put it in Zhu Jianing's pocket, then dragged him out of the toilet and threw him in the hallway.

“Why are you still twitching? There's breathing, it should be okay.” Chen Gong strangled Zhu Jianing and saw his eyes return to normal before stopping: “Can you hear me? Where's the man who came in with you? ”

After not responding for half a day, Chan Song had to put him here first: “Don't run around and watch out for real ghosts. ”

Afraid to scare another person later, he took off his shredded doctor's coat and held it in his hand.

“The man ran out of the girls' dormitory, and his companion should be in that direction.” Chen Gong ran towards the fork intersection, but searched all the bedrooms without seeing Fei Youliang.

“Where have you been?” He parked in the Pencil Fairy room, and the transparent tape-wrapped pen collapsed again and fell to the ground.

“There's no sign of a fight in the room. Where can that guy with glasses go?” Chen Gong stepped out of the girls' dorm and stood in the middle of the fork: “Is it that way? ”

On the other side of the fork is Deep Well and the school office, the ground is uneven, passing several office compartments, Chen finally found Fei Youliang.

This dude is not as good as Zhu Jianing, with foam in the corner of his mouth and broken glasses. What's even weirder is that he fell so close to the deep well at the end of the corridor that one hand was sitting on the edge of the well as if he was about to be dragged into the well.

“What happened to this guy? Looks like he's not just messing with Pen Fairy!” There is no surveillance installed in the haunted house, and Chen Gong doesn't know exactly what happened to Fan Youliang.

Looking at his tragic appearance, Chan Song was very humane in helping him with cardiopulmonary compressions.

“The symptoms of this person were similar to those of Heshan at the time. We'll get them out first. ”

It took a lot of effort before Chen Guo dragged the two men to the exit.

When he lifted the plank, he just dragged the two people to the first floor of the haunted house, and heard a quarrel outside the haunted house, it seemed that the people from Qin Guang's studio were about to rush in.

“It's a lot of work.” Chan sings one hand and drags two visitors out of the haunted house.

With the sun shining on him, Chen Gong threw Fei Youliang and Zhu Jianing in front of the rest of Qin Guang's studio and swept them up: “What's the noise? ”

Two big living people jumped in alive, came out half-dead, and there was a foam in the corner of his mouth. Was that spooky?

The spectators took a step backwards, freeing up an open space.

“Zhu! Youliang!” Qin Guang's studio people came and lifted up two young people.

Zhu Jianing also said that he had slowed down to God, that his legs were still a little soft.

The serious situation was Fei Youliang, said he was in a coma, his eyes could still be opened, said he was awake, told his name didn't agree, his expression was stuck, and the corner of his mouth still had foam.

“What have you done to them?” The short middle-aged man questioned Chen Song with anger.

“Ask me, who am I asking?” Chen Gong was indeed unclear, and by the time he entered, the two men had been frightened to distinguish between the north-east and the north-west.

“We spoke on the phone between us, and Zhu said your staff stepped on Youliang's shoulder! How dare you attack tourists in a haunted house? ”

“Which eye did you see my employee attack him?” Chen Song glanced at the two people who were paralyzed: “You can go to the police station for fingerprint identification, and I can assure you that no one has touched any part of the tourist except his hands. ”

“Shut up, I'll call the paradise doctor. It's important to save lives.” Uncle Xu is old enough to call the paramedics at the paradise.

“How can you not admit it when people are like this? Luckily, we were ready!” The short middle-aged man opened Fay's shiny backpack, took out the laptop inside, and removed the wireless camera on Fay's shiny chest and the pickup on the strap on his backpack.

“There are a lot of things.” Chen Gong saw the camera when he dragged the “corpse” inside, and he guessed what these people thought, but he didn't care. Other haunted houses are strictly forbidden to shoot videos for fear of leaking the scene design, making a complete large terror scene is very expensive and the interior construction is a trade secret. But it's nothing to Chen Song, he just needs to complete the trial task to unlock the more horrible scene constantly, if the scene is updated speed, no haunted house can compare to him.

In his view, going out to distribute Haunted House videos was an alternative kind of propaganda, after all, what his haunted house lacked now was exposure.

“Later you won't be able to laugh, I'll keep a video of you ghost house employees beating up tourists, it's not over!” Short middle-aged people are loud and seem to be deliberately trying to attract the attention of the surrounding tourists.

“We are professional and there is absolutely no such thing as beating tourists.” Chen Gong walked to the computer, and he was actually curious about what happened to Fei Youliang in the haunted house, and why he finally collapsed beside the deep well.

The short middle-aged man put the computer in order and started playing the video he had just recorded.

The screen is pitch black, but you can hear the buzzing murmurs.

At this time, Fan Youliang hasn't entered the haunted house. The pickup should have been posted in advance, but the camera hasn't come out yet, so he can only hear the murmur and can't see the image.

After a few seconds, the voice of Chan Song speaking came out of the computer.

“Don't blame me for not reminding you that the last person to say this walked in and lay down. ”

Immediately afterwards, there was a dazed laugh from Faye on the computer: "If you say so, I'd like to try it. ”