My House of Horrors

In addition to audio recorders and newspapers, Chen Song also found many tips about Xu Zhenzhen.

Like a broken photo frame thrown in the corner of a bookshelf with a picture of the father and daughter, but both faces were erased.

There is also a man's will in the office drawer, which also mentions Xu Zhenzhen.

This Xu Zhenzhen has not appeared until now, but there is something about her everywhere in the haunted house.

“Tian Fu Hospital is not afraid to really summon Xu Zhenzhen? ”

The ghost house itself is heavily gloomy, with no sunshine, and a special setting for the scene, making it a great hiding option for ghosts.

“Everyone said they were thinking, dreaming at night, everyone in the haunted house said Xu Zhenzhen's name, what if she heard? ”

Without clarifying the specific situation, Tian Fu Hospital copied the scene in the newspaper and created a dark line for all the clues, which seemed smart and was actually playing with fire.

“Three-foot heads are raised with ‘God’ Ming, not believing in ‘God’, and not needing to touch ‘God’ 's mold. ”

Chen Gong had the audacity, but he was undeniably in awe of the unknown, so every time he went on a trial assignment, he was fully prepared.

The tactical progress of Tian Fu Hospital is more than halfway through, and the dark line is becoming clearer.

“Time to get out.” Chen Gong didn't know if Xu Zhenzhen was really in the haunted house. He was a very purposeful person. This time he came in to attack the haunted house, there was no need to explore anything else.

After a spin, Chen Gong returned to the tape recorder and was ready to take the tape away.

As he approached the tape recorder again, he heard a cry of repression in vain.

The sound was low and seemed to be coming from the recorder.

“Is the ghost on the tape coming out?” Chen Song took a step backwards, reaching out and holding the ballpoint pen in his pocket, his other hand gently pushed the "corpse” on the push table, he was afraid something would happen later, he couldn't take care of the actor.

But what he didn't expect was that his hand was just pushing gently, and the "male corpse” lying on the table fell softly under the table.

“Something wrong? Is that Xu Zhenzhen?” He's seen real ghosts, naturally he knows, and in this case, he's sure there's a real ghost: “Am I going to be so unlucky? You can meet ghosts when you visit someone else's haunted house? ”

After thinking of the title of his powerful ghost patron, Chen Gong was unable to calm down. He hurried to support the male corpse on the ground and feared that he would delay the best treatment time.

“The actor is dead when he's acting. What do you call that? ”

Chen Gong just squatted down and lifted the actor's hands, suddenly burrowing a head under the desk that the actor had been blocking with his body.

Very close, Chen Guo couldn't hide, and the head hit him directly in his arms.

The heart rate grew faster and stabilized after a few seconds.

Chen Gong looked at the head in his arms and looked at the "male corpse” on the ground. He had figured it out: "Dude, are you trying to avenge me for not giving you face in the nursery? ”

The “male corpse” was just lying on the table, covering his face, now he dumped his face out. Chen Song only saw that this man didn't even change his makeup, he just pasted a layer of artificial plasma.

His finger reached under the nose of the "male corpse". After confirming that he was breathing, Chen Gong stood up and he was not going to stay here any longer. It was time to leave.

Walking next to the recorder, Chen Guo pressed the button above the recorder and pressed it several times in a row. He suddenly realized that no matter which key he pressed, the indicator on the recorder was still on.

“Can't hold it? ”

Chen Gong couldn't have left the tape at Tian Fu Hospital, but it was a little too much to take away his tape recorder.

When Chen Gong operated the recorder, if there was no crying, there was some noise on the tape.

It sounds like electricity. I can't hear you very well.

Chen Gong remembered the introduction to the tape in his mind, about a second or two later, and suddenly a repressive sound appeared on the tape recorder.

I couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman.

“Somebody talking? What's he trying to say?” This is Chen Gong's first communication with the tape, he dares not be careless, and none of the powerful ghosts who can be placed in the prize pool by black phones are fuel saving lights.

Patience. Soon the voice appeared again.

“Ouch...”

It's caught in the murmur of the current, and the sound is distorted.

As the tape plays, Chan Sing listens more and more clearly: “It's a man's voice, he doesn't feel old. ”

He concentrated, listened carefully and suddenly pressed himself down with the keys on the recorder.

Chen Song turned his head and looked at the "dead body” on the ground. The person also heard the murmur in the recorder and quietly touched a small remote control from his pocket, pressing the button.

It was too late to turn off the tape recorder, and the ghost on the tape woke up, and the guy pressed all the buttons to no avail.

“It hurts...”

The sound on the tape is still getting louder. Li Ghost's emotions seem to be slowly losing control. The only way Chen Song can think of now is to take the recorder with him and leave.

“What's going on?” Turned it off several times without dropping the tape recorder. The “corpse” on the ground spoke in a hurry, and he climbed up with blood on his face.

“Is your device malfunctioning?” There's nothing Chan can do. He can't say that he stuffed Li Ghost in the tape recorder, and now he can't take it out.

“I suppose so." The ghost house actor couldn't be sure either. He reached out and tried to lift the tape recorder. Before his fingertips touched it, he heard a hysterical scream from the tape recorder.

“It hurts! ”

The ghost house actor shivered, his hands were like electric shock, and he just bounced back.

“What are you afraid of? Didn't you guys design the haunted house?” Chen Gong protects himself from uncontrollable accidents in front of the recorder.

“I was there when the tape was recorded, definitely not!” Dead Body ”looked serious, took out his phone and made a voice in a group:" Which one of you put something in the Dean's office tape? ”

No one answered, and this was the moment when the sound on the tape became even crazier, filled with infinite hatred and resentment.

“It hurts! It hurts! ”

It was as if a knife had really torn his body apart, and he was busy covering his blood hole with his hands and feet and watching more wounds appear helplessly and hopelessly.

The ghost house actor's body is shaking, and at this moment, he's a little scared.

“You haunted houses are quite bold. You dare to make scenes with real names and cases, and you are not afraid of people actually coming to the door one day.” Chen Song lowered his voice and stared at the Haunted House actor: “I heard that the names of the dead can't be read randomly, let alone written everywhere, or something bad will happen. ”

“Stop it!” The ghost house actor raised his voice all of a sudden, he briefly said what was going on here in the group, then barely kept calm, and said to Chan Song: “A little accident, it's a technical reason, it doesn't affect. ”

His voice had just fallen, and a hurried footstep sounded outside the door. The "trolley ghost” that Chen Song had seen before ran over in horror!

She had a note in her hand and could barely breathe.

“Qin? What are you doing here?” The corpse actor's face was nervous and he was already scared. The actress made such a scene and he was even more panicked.

“There's a word on the note! I just saw it by accident. ”

The woman put the blank paper in her hand in front of the corpse actor: "She seems to be back! ”