My House of Horrors

Wang Yi and Yang Chen looked at each other. As forensic students, they were too familiar with the smell to smell wrong.

“Isn't that too real? Play a haunted house and get straight to the real formalin. Boss Chen doesn't consider the cost at all?” Wang Qiu was stunned at the entrance of the corridor and did not enter.

“Underground morgue, formalin, white-painted passage...” Yang Chen looked inside the passage and stopped: “How can I feel like going back to school? ”

“Have you two ever been to an underground morgue at your school?” Nan came over and he frowned slightly after smelling Formaline: “I heard that your medical students were in experimental classes, and the teacher would take you personally to move the bodies, the morgue, you medical students should know better, right? ”

“Who told you medical students need to know about the morgue?” Wang Zheng returned to God and took a few steps back: “Anyway, I never entered the morgue. Ask them both. ”

Li Xue also shook his head. Only Yang Chen reacted strangely. He walked into the corridor alone and smelled the wall: “The very faint smell of formalin seeped out of the wall. The smell has penetrated into the wall. This is not something that can be done by sprinkling some formalin randomly. I now doubt whether Mr. Chen dismantled the abandoned morgue of any medical school and smuggled it back. ”

“Doesn't it do you any harm?” Xiao Li looked at the passage and could not make it.

“We medical students smell it every day, don't we? Besides, the smell is not strong.” Yang Chen touched the wall and gently pulled the white paint on it with his fingernails: "I have heard a senior before that the walls of the underground morgue at our school are also painted with white paint. It is rumored that all the passages painted with white paint are used to transport general teachers, and those without paint are prepared for students and staff. ”

“And that? ”

“I used to think it was just our school, and after coming to Boss Chen's haunted house today, it seemed that all underground morgues would do the same.” Yang Chen says hello to Wang Yi and Li Xue: “The three of us are in the front. When you get in, you must stay close. Whatever you encounter, don't separate! Only when we get together will we have a clearance opportunity. ”

“I agree with your offer, but how do we assign it when we find the photos? The haunted house owner also said that there were only five pictures on the wall.” Bai Qiulin shaded a face and felt like everyone owed him the same amount of money: “I've played this haunted house before, the boss has to listen to everything, he said the photo is useless, that means the photo is the key to the breakdown! ”

“Five pictures, three of us, just one.” Yang Chen made a huge concession: “Everything was for clearance. Boss Chen changed the clearance requirements to differentiate us. According to my understanding of him, nothing too scary should have happened before we entered the core area, but once we had the photographs, something really scary should have happened. ”

“I think so too, the photographs are just a distraction.” Nan very much agrees with Yang Chen: “The three editors just came to experience it, five photos, we just need one. ”

“Of the five photographs, the six of you split two, leaving three. I don't have company. Can't take one of my own? ”

Bai Qiulin glanced at the others. Before he finished, chef Fan Dade asked first: “My brother just broke his heart and I want to help him get one. ”

“Brothers, I challenged two one-star scenes and a two-star scene in a row today, thinking of clearing the three-star scene in one breath. I beg you, share a picture with me.” Xiao Li is also helpless, behind him is the Virtual Future Paradise, he came in to find something useful. This photo sounds very evil and seems to be difficult without it. Even in order to accomplish the task Mr. Mu described, he has to get a photograph.

Photos have been split, with only the old week and the month left undivided, and several tourists look at them both.

Slightly smiling, Zhou Zhou clasped for a month's hand: “It's okay, we can follow you. As long as you don't get separated, there shouldn't be any problems. ”

Zhou was not entwined by the photograph, which gave him a hint of fondness by several other visitors.

“No one has gone in yet. It's useless to say this now. Let's wait until we get into the core area.” Wang Xiao felt that his side was the biggest contributor, eventually he was divided into a photograph, a little inappropriate, but he didn't say it clearly, just a little impatient.

“Everybody stay close.” Yang Chen walked in front of him. The further he went in, the darker the light would be. Without the use of other lighting tools, he might not be able to see the other person's face at a distance of six or seven meters.

“Brother, why don't we stop visiting.” Fan Chung stopped at the entrance, and if you look carefully, the fat on his body was shaking slightly, apparently because of fear, so his body was trembling.

“It's all here. How wasteful is it not to go in and visit?” Van Dade looked at his brother and put his hands on Fan Chung's shoulder: “You are usually too much of a house. Sometimes you have to come out and experience something new. Don't keep yourself locked in the house. Brother knows that you are uncomfortable, but if you lose heart, you won't live? Life goes on forever. ”

“I've been home all my life, not because of a broken heart.” Fan Chung was helpless to his brother, who seemed to have other secrets, but could not speak easily, and could only enter the underground cadaver scene under his brother's drag.

The chef and his brother walked at the end, then Moon and Week, Li and Bai Qiulin were both incoming tourists, side by side, then the editors of the most intimidating magazine and Yang Chen they.

Several people quickly arrived at the first fork, one without paint and the other with white paint.

On the wall of the passageway painted with white paint, there are four words in red - the living stop.

And the passage without paint, perhaps because of the lack of white paint reflection, looks a little dim and gives a very shady feeling.

“The white-painted passage is for transporting corpses, and we follow the path without paint.” Yang Chen did not hesitate and walked straight over, but as soon as he entered the corridor, he stopped again.

“Yang, what's wrong with you?” Wang Zheng hit Yang Chen with a split spot. He looked at Yang Chen and stopped walking.

Several tourists came all around, and they could see clearly that in this unpainted passageway, a spherical object was constantly jumping up and down.

“That's like a head, isn't it? ”

“Too dark to see clearly.” Yang Chen didn't realize that he had just come in. He encountered something so strange: “Don't be afraid, there are many of us. Let's go and have a look. ”