My House of Horrors

The hallway suddenly calmed down and I couldn't even hear my breathing.

The "ghost” in the cabinet didn't find Chen Song's little move, and he was still waiting for the moment to give Chen Song a fatal blow.

Chen Song at the corner is also counting the heartbeat, calculating the time.

About thirty seconds later, a slight friction was heard in the iron cabinet, and it was supposed to be the ghost house actor who was a little tired of keeping the same motion for a long time.

In comparison, Chan is more like a skilled hunter who bends over and slowly moves forward, only a few dozen centimeters away from the iron cabinet.

Forty seconds later, the "ghost” in the cabinet had not seen the tourist appear, feeling a little confused, he leaned forward, adjusted his angle, and tried to find Chan Song.

The silent confrontation soon reached its final stage. With only three seconds remaining, Chen Song stepped forward and avoided the gap in the front of the iron cabinet blocking the door of the cabinet.

And just at the same time, there was no sign of a ghost singing in her wedding dress.

Unlike Black Friday, the wedding dress starts with an orgasm!

“Boom!”

Without a little protection, he concentrated on the ghost house actor who was looking for Chen Song. When nervous heights were high, the sound of the female ghost's ears suddenly rang behind him.

The actor crashed into the cabinet door and panicked. He seemed to have accidentally stepped on his scary prop and slipped into the iron cabinet.

“Where's the sound? Where's the sound? ”

The pitch-black iron cabinet became a nightmare to imprison him, as if the ghost were in the dark.

He hammered the cabinet door wildly, and for all the long anticipated chants, he had carefully held the cabinet door against his back one step in advance.

“What sound?! Let me out of here! ”

Worried that too intense an activity would cause the heart rate to accelerate, Chen Gong blocked it for a while and retreated to the side.

“Boom!”

The cabinet door was broken open and a "man" in a sick uniform, full of artificial plasma, crawled out.

He gasped heavily, covered his chest, sat in the middle of the corridor and looked unsettled.

“Don't be afraid, I'm a tourist.” Chen Gong naturally said to the pickup, then picked up his phone and turned off the alarm clock, as if he had just done a small thing.

Cold sweat mixed with uncoated artificial plasma, male ghosts stared at Chen Song in a heartless way, the expression had to be more grievous and more grievous.

“How did you just fall? You didn't fall?” Chen Guo turned his head and looked into the iron cabinet. Two special gloves were thrown under the cabinet. The top of the gloves was the head of the model, and the long hair of one of them was stepped off: “Do you still use such horrible props? That's insidious. ”

Chen Gong said he wanted to help “the man", and “the man” climbed half a meter back: “Don't touch me! You go, I can get up myself. ”

“Are you sure? Look how pale you look. ”

“This is makeup! Why don't you take a tour? Leave me alone!” The man stubbornly climbed back to the iron cabinet and shut the door.

“Then be careful.” Chen Song changed the alarm bell tone, and this song was really too powerful for certain occasions.

The back of the brain was touched by something. Chen Song looked back and the “female corpse” in the middle of the sky was still shaking.

He reached out and grabbed the legs of the "female corpse", feeling cold and stiff, and the "female corpse” uniform had a name on it - Xu Zhenzhen.

“Well made, but not comparable to the figures in my haunted house. ”

After a few casual comments, Chen Song continued to move forward. He didn't get very far, and the “female corpse” in the middle of the corridor swayed again.

Walking around the corner is really getting into Tian Fu Hospital, and the white walls are clotted with dry blood, and it says a lot of things that I don't want to die of, return one of my organs, and so on.

“The background story of this haunted house is a bit confusing and should be about the need for tourists to explore it themselves and improve the main lines of the restoration story by looking for clues. ”

Chen Gong walked in the hospital hallway, and the windows on both sides were painted, but combined with the light shadow effect, it made people feel like something ran through the window from time to time.

The person who designed this haunted house was also not a fuel-efficient lamp. The windows on both sides were real and fake. When Chen Gong walked to the fourth window, he suddenly reached out one hand and grabbed him.

Even more excessive is in the back, where the ceiling above the head also conceals the organ.

The moment his body was caught, the head hidden in the ceiling fell down and fell into Chan's arms.

If someone else had come in, he would have shouted a long time ago, but Chen Song was more calm than ever. He held his head up with one hand and felt a sense of nostalgia for a while: “When I was four or five years old, I used to run around holding these things and blink for so many years. ”

By the window, the ghost house actor who grabbed Chen Gong listened to him, a little vain.

Four or five years old, running around with his head in his arms? What kind of family background is this?

The man silently let go and retracted into the window.

The lights in the haunted house are getting darker, a green light is installed every few meters, the corridor becomes narrower, and a wide variety of departments begin to appear on both sides.

“Anatomy room? That's all you got to say?” Chen Gong stopped at the front door of the first department and looked around. This is the habit he developed after completing several trial assignments. Before entering the unknown site, he first identified the surrounding environment.

Looking back at the way he came, at the corner iron cabinet, the security guard sometime followed him, he wore a ghost mask and just helped the man in the cabinet out.

“It seems that the normal tour process should be conducted under ghost chase, making it more atmospheric and more stressful. ”

The man in the iron cabinet had been paralyzed, holding him up, and the guards were embarrassed, and the atmosphere of terror had been destroyed.

“If it's just two people, it's nothing, but why do I feel like there's a third person behind me?” Chen Gong left a heart and stepped into the anatomy room.

The tables and chairs were piled around, and a fake human model was thrown on artificial plasma and thrown inside the house, and the scene was a little bloody.

“The scene is also designed by Japanese and European and American haunted houses.” Chen Gong pursues terror and intimidation, and blood is just one of the most brutal manifestations.

With his eyes swept through the anatomy room, Chen Song was somewhat surprised that there were no hidden actors in the house, all broken doll models.

He picked up a few models and looked at them, and each model would definitely lack an organ on its body, and more interestingly, all models had the same name on their uniforms - Xu Zhenzhen.

“This was specifically requested by the haunted house owner?” Chen Gong recalled the video he had seen at the security booth, which did not mention the name.

“Xu Zhenzhen? Was she the last woman on surveillance? ”

Throw away the model, Chen Gong walked out of the anatomy room, the guards and the men were gone, and seemed to have left the haunted house.