My House of Horrors

“Boss, we're all here. Go back to him?” Xiao Du was reluctant, Han Qiuming usually spoke harshly, and Du Chao had some objections to him.

“We don't go looking for him, with this guy's personality there's a good chance something's really wrong.” Guo Xiao's face is gloomy and almost dripping out of the water: “Maybe he's already in trouble, no! We'll be right back! ”

“I agree with the boss.” Unexpectedly, Song An did not plan a more personal vendetta at this time, and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: “Haunted house games are the most taboo to disperse, everyone better get together. ”

Little Du hesitated and nodded finally: "Okay, I'll come back with you to find him. ”

The innocent of the few is going to fall. She doesn't know anything. She doesn't know what the staff at Tian Fu Hospital are saying. She just runs around and gets nervous.

“We have a closer look at every ward.” Under the leadership of Guo Huo, several people walked back to the depths of the haunted house and checked out one room at a time.

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Han Qiuming and Night Carefully entered the Dean's office, two compartments inside and outside, with table and chair benches.

“The drawer is empty and there are no books on the bookshelf, and I can't judge the character of the haunted house owner from my taste in reading. But okay, there are no books on the shelf that can reduce our search time, and many haunted houses like to hide passwords and clues in books.” Han Qiuming was talking carefully to Night, but it made people feel more like he was talking to himself.

Careful at night and Han Qiuming staggered, walked directly into the inner room, and she looked at the widened wardrobe.

“Let me, this closet is obviously special, and there's a ninety percent chance that there's a ghost house actor or something to be scared of.” Han Qiuming walked up and opened the cabinet door.

The cabinet was empty, nothing.

He laughed embarrassingly, self-deriding: “It seems that ten percent of the time has come. It is estimated that the ghost house actor has scared the old Guo and they have not come back yet. ”

The night carefully lost interest in talking to him, tapping gently on the inner wall of the wardrobe: “There must be a reason why a special wardrobe is in a special house. ”

When a careful finger knocks on the partition between the wardrobe and the wall at night, the sound changes and the back is obviously empty.

The two men pulled together to open the partition and a secret passage appeared.

“Haunted house employee internal passage? ”

“I don't think so. ”

There were no lights in the secret passage. At night, she and Han Qiuming carefully took out the lighting. After entering the secret passage, the cabinet door of the dean's office seemed to have been pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.

The secret passage is narrow and even turning around is difficult, but the good news is it's only a few meters away.

At the end of the suppressed secret passage was an iron door, carefully pulled open at night and a plank in front of her, she pushed it away and the scene changed in front of her, a ward she had previously seen from the future.

“The Dean's office and ward are connected? What does this arrangement mean?” The real scene in the third ward makes the night careful to completely replace it.

“Did the dean treat the patient in this ward as his own personal possession?” Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: “I heard that a few years ago some private psychiatric hospitals were in disarray and similar disorders existed. ”

“Possibly.” At night, Han Qiuming entered the house and began searching the room.

The beds, the night pots, the wooden chairs that grind the corners are very simple to set up in the ward and nothing special seems to be happening.

“Let's go out and have a look.” Han Qiuming opened the door of this ward and a strange smell poured into his nostrils, like a mixture of potion and blood.

He took a small step back and stretched his neck to measure the corridor outside.

The walls cracked, and the blood in them seemed to flow, giving a very strange feeling, as if the building itself was alive, hiding its blood vessels in the walls.

“It seems we haven't been in this hallway yet. ”

Almost identical scene construction, but it makes people feel completely different. The third ward uses the horror of the scene cycle to the extreme, and they don't know what they will encounter if they continue down the road, let alone how many more corridors will be waiting for them.

The mattresses on the ground were severely damaged, and the fake people made of pillows and sheets showed their heads and had a strange expression on their faces, which seemed to be watched in either direction.

Han Qiuming had a slight regression in his heart. He and Night Care came from the secret lane. It was not clear how far this corridor and other corridors were apart, nor how many scary things were hidden therein.

He took out his phone and turned on his flashlight and shone it towards the side of the corridor, and the end of the dark corridor was not an exit, but an unknown corner.

“Get out of the way.” As she walked out of the infirmary at night with caution, she felt a little cool on her legs outside, and the atmosphere in this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.

“Look, the tape recorder should be hidden in a room in this hallway.” At night, enter the next room carefully, and Han Qiuming stands still.

He grabbed the door full of sweat and swept his head at the side of the door.

The upper part of the ward door is normal, marked with ward three, but the lower part of the wooden door is a little scary, completely painted red, sticky, bright, and even strangely, that red is like life, growing slowly on the door.

“Ward three? The number of the ward in this corridor is not the same as the number of the ward in the other corridor? ”

Han Qiuming and Night Carefully searched three wards, and at the end of the corridor, they found an unnumbered and unmarked room.

“Go on, look inside. ”

The interior of the house is small, completely enclosed, with soundproofed cotton on the walls, a restraint bed fixed against the wall, and some messy, dilapidated equipment on the bedside.

“Kind of like a shock room, I've seen in a lot of movies about mental hospitals.” Han Qiuming looked under the bed, and then walked into the middle of a bunch of old equipment, he swept it roughly and suddenly laughed: “Found it! ”

Han Qiuming pushed the shock device aside and proposed a recorder.

“I thought this haunted house was hard.” He tried so hard to act like this, but the excited look on his face betrayed him.

Compared to being more calm at night, she looked at the recorder and frowned for the first time since entering the haunted house: “Did you hear anything? ”

“Voice?” Han Qiuming did not know what he was saying carefully at night: “No matter how much, leave quickly. There is a time limit for customs clearance. I want to make perfect clearance today so that Chen has nothing to say. ”

“Did you really not hear that?” Watch out for the tape recorder in Han Qiuming's hand at night: “The tape inside is spinning and the indicator is on, and this tape recorder has been working. ”