My House of Horrors

“So simple?” Han Qiuming and several other staff at Tian Fu Hospital found it incredible that the recorder was so big that it seemed easy to find.

“Boss Chen, are you kidding me?” Take out your little book carefully at night, she has tested so many haunted houses, and this is the first time she's seen a haunted house using a recorder as an experience.

“The tape recorder was originally taken from Tian Fu Hospital and was given back to them on this occasion.” Chen Guo locked several disclaimer agreements in the cabinet, and may not know when to use them.

“Have you given up?” Han Qiuming seems rather disappointed.

“This way, please.” Chen Gong ignored him, leading the way in front of him, several people crossed the corridor to the door of the zombie resurrection night scene.

“The props of the beginning of the century, it looks like they haven't been maintained for half a month, the dolls do the same as the children pinch, all kinds of props pile up, no storytelling and no plot, are you trying to insult us with this scenario?” Han Qiuming's eyes were poisonous, and at first glance there was a problem with the zombie resurrection night.

Not to mention the staff at Tian Fu Hospital, but night care and Su Rui also felt that the scene did not have any highlights.

Han Qiuming commented on the shortcomings of the Zombie Resurrection Night and stepped forward to enter it, but was stopped by the person in charge, Guo Qiuming.

“Guo, what are you stopping me for? ”

The head of Tian Fu Hospital shook his head and his heart beat quickly, hidden feeling wrong: “The atmosphere in this place is strange. ”

“What's so strange? ”

“I don't know, it's different from the average room, and it feels special.” The person in charge took a breath of cool air: "I had a similar feeling when I went to Xu Zhenzhen's hospital field trip earlier. I panicked in the middle of the day and ran out after only a fifth of what I saw. ”

“Don't scare yourself.” Han Qiuming walked away from the person in charge and entered the Zombie Resurrection Night.

“I didn't need this scene long ago, because for some reason, I kept it.” Chen Gong looked at Han Qiuming somehow thought of Fei Youliang. Perhaps after Teacher Han visited, Fei Youliang would not feel lonely in the hospital.

Lifting the boards, a cold air rushed to the ground, Chen Gong glanced at several tourists, pointing to the dark staircase: "The third ward you are visiting is underground. ”

“Underground? ”

Several tourists came around and looked at the ladder where it was headed and began to breed an unknown emotion.

There are unfinished test papers on the burning ladder, with a faint odor in the air and no stinging nose, but it's easy to make bad associations.

“On the left is Twilight High School and on the right is ward three, the two scenes are connected, don't go wrong.” Chen Song finally made a few remarks: “Both scenes cover a very large area, you better not split up. ”

After the presentation, Chen Guo took out his phone: “Find the recorder in twenty minutes, take it out, the game is over. ”

None of the tourists moved, and eventually didn't know who pushed Han Qiuming from behind. The ghost house designer with high myopia glasses stepped out.

“Don't delay. ”

Urged by Chan Song, several tourists stepped on the stairs to enter the underground scene.

When the last person came in, Chen Gong picked up the boards next to him and waved to them: "Have fun. ”

When the boards closed, Chen Song returned to the main control room, and he made a difficult choice in the background music of the haunted house.

Hosting regular visitors on weekdays, he has rarely used the background music of Black Friday and Marriage Clothes, just occasionally stuck in the track as an egg.

“Han Qiuming was a haunted house designer, and he could see the shortcomings of the Zombie Resurrection Night at a glance, and this man had real talent. Other staff at Tian Fu Hospital have also become accustomed to the atmosphere of haunted houses, and the general scare points do not scare them at all. Night Care is a professional haunted house evaluator. Naturally, he also has a lot of nerve. Only Su Fall is the innocent masses who are responsible for entering the pit. ”

Before and after Chen Guoxi thought about it, visitors were professionals, and water discharge was disrespectful to them at this time.

Click on the mouse to hover between the two background music: “Which one is more appropriate? Never mind, only children make choices. Everyone is an adult and there is no need to get involved. ”

He added both songs to the list, then walked to the makeup room, put on his head crusher uniform and put on a makeup for himself.

“They shouldn't have thought that the face under the human skin mask would be even scarier, would they? ”

All packed up, Dr. Chen Gong entered the scene of the third ward with his faceless nurse uniform.

……

The wooden slab on the top of the head slowly closed and seemed isolated along with warmth and hope.

The youngest Du Chao nearly had a cold tremor and had not entered the scene for more than 10 seconds. He had already begun to regret that he should not have given his impulse to the leader yesterday.

“I should have learned from Sister Qin and Ringo. I'm still too young. ”

The cold wind from somewhere gently blew through, the blank test strip on the left corridor floated on the ground, making the sound of sand, hidden shadows in the classrooms on both sides, something seemed to notice them.

The light was dark, several tourists stood in place for a minute, and finally the person in charge, Guo Xiao, stepped out: “Teacher Han, you are the most experienced person here, today we can rely on you. ”

Han Qiuming pushed his glasses, and he watched carefully as he entered the haunted house. In terms of atmosphere bakery and scene restoration alone, the terror house in the western suburbs exceeded most of the haunted houses he had seen before.

“No wonder they call Jiujiang's scariest haunted house on the Internet. It's kind of funny. ”

They stood in the hallway, looking far away, at the end of the left lane, or standing or lying, with many strangely posing impostors.

Staring at the fake people for a while, a few tourists had a creepy feeling, as if the fake people were watching them too.

“Boss, did that doll on the ground just spin his head?” Song An grabbed Guo Yao's little arm.

“No.” Guo Xiao's face didn't look too good either: “But I felt the female student doll in the middle smile at me. ”

“I think I saw it, too. Did she take a step this way? Why do you think it's getting closer? ”

“It must be an illusion...”

“Are you two done?” Han Qiuming walked ahead alone: “The more horrible the scene on the left, the better for us, you should thank me well. ”

“Thank you for what?” Du is hiding at the end and is considering escaping.

“That Chen boss must be upset! The scene on the left is supposed to be the main strike of his haunted house, which is the scariest scene, and I was fortunate enough to see through his thoughts in advance.” Han Qiuming walked to the right aisle, this is the door to a hospital ward, and he grabbed the door handle with his hands: “If it wasn't for me, you'd be visiting on the left now. ”

“That makes sense.” Little Doo echoes and sums.

Song An nodded his head: “The scene on the left was very stunning at first glance. It was nice to choose the scene on the right, Mr. Han did a good job. ”

They all walked into the right corridor, and the only person in charge was Guo Yan's restless mood: “Boss Chen gave me a good impression, unlike the kind of person who would lie. ”

“He's not lying. Let's open the door and find out. ”

Several people stood in the middle of the right-hand lane, and Han Qiuming pulled open the door of the third ward with both hands.

Rust fell off, the iron door made a stinging noise, the intense smell of the potion impacted the senses, there were hysterical scratches and blood on the patched walls, and there was about a scream coming out of the open ward.

Even more shocking is the presence of countless fake men wrapped in mattresses on this invisible, endless black corridor, like a raised grave bag.

“This…”

The hands and feet were numb, and several people outside the door felt their bodies freezing and a cold air poured over their heads along their spine.