My House of Horrors

Chapter 469: Do It?

The lights on the printer suddenly lit up, a piece of printed paper fell in front of the tail, the girl was the editor of Horror magazine, and she had a lot of nerve. The first reaction to seeing that piece of paper was not to be afraid, but to pick it up: “Did I trigger some kind of organ? So lucky? ”

She picked up the blank paper and looked at it, and the A4 paper had a very vague outline.

“What is it?” I haven't seen the tail for half a day: “Nan, look at this paper, it suddenly falls out of the printer, and there's a very shallow pattern on it. ”

Nan, who was studying costumes, took the blank paper, and he looked at the blurred outline: “Without numbers and letters, it shouldn't be a password or anything. ”

Nan took out a photo of his phone: “Very plain blank paper, no compartment. ”

He soaked a bit of saliva and rubbed the spot on the white paper with a light profile: “The colour of the paper has not changed slightly and the surface should not have been coated with chemicals. ”

Various methods were tried, but Nan finally found out that this seemed to be a very ordinary piece of white paper.

“I've seen so many suspicious detective novels, I've tried everything I could think of.” Nan returns the blank paper to his tail: “Put it away, maybe the back level will work. ”

“Okay.” The tail folded up the blank paper and before it came in the pocket, I saw the printer “spit” out a blank paper.

The same size, with the same vague outline printed on it, just seems a little clearer than just now.

“Somebody manipulating the printer?” Nan lifted the cover of the printer, checked it, didn't find anything wrong, this is a very ordinary printer: “It's weird, it's just something that we usually see in our lives. How did it get evil when we moved into the haunted house? ”

Unplugging the plug, Nan didn't take care of the second piece of paper that popped up on the printer. He panicked a little: “We've been here a little long, we won't look for it, we'll leave first. ”

Tiger teeth inside the warehouse were admiring several paintings in the cabinet, and her expression was a little strange and seemed shocked by the strange and bizarre style of the painting.

“Tiger Tooth? We should get going.” Nan hurried.

“You look at these paintings, and they seem to be painted from the perspective of the dead, and I can even feel the desire of the painter to almost penetrate the paper, and it wants to experience life, as if it's about to drill out of the painting and drag the admirer into the painting.” Tiger Tooth took out her phone to take pictures, but given that it was in the haunted house, she put up with it again: “I must talk to the author of these paintings sometime in the future, and it would be perfect to ask him to paint for our magazine. ”

“You make our beauticians sound like they're going to blow up again.” Nan smiled helplessly.

Tiger teeth and Nan head outside, ready to leave.

The tail was behind her, and she was about to leave, but at this point, a slight chirp came out of the printer, and the computer next to the printer started again.

It's quiet around, any sound is amplified, the tail is watching the computer screen illuminate itself, and no one has touched it in the process.

“Is the haunted house owner behind the scenes? ”

The tail stopped where it was, and I started thinking, “Haunted house owners can't waste space setting up a useless scene, can the secrets of this warehouse be hidden in the computer? ”

When I first came in, I was curious as to why such an old warehouse door had written the words "Paradise", which must have been strange.

She glanced at those beautiful eyes and stuck them next to the computer.

The screen emits a faint light and the overall background is still black, with the implicit imprint of a human face contour.

At first, the tail thought it was a reflection of the screen, reflecting her face, but the more she looked at it, the worse it felt.

“This looks like a man's face? ”

There was a lot of stuff in the warehouse and it was very messy. The three editors of the magazine were crowded inside, and Yang Chen was in a slightly outward position, and there were some broken shelves between them.

“Li Xue, look at the organ models in these glass jars, almost exactly like the specimens in our school. ”

“Consistent with the ratio in kind.” Being a medical student who can't pick anything wrong with the organ model in front of him makes Li Xue feel an unknown fear, knowing that they are not in forensic school, but visiting a haunted house.

“There is no such thing as a real model for someone who doesn't deal with organs often.” Visceral organ models and figure models are different, can only be seen if the living body is opened, moreover, human organs and animals are completely different, Yang Chen can be sure that all the specimen canisters on the shelf are human organ models: “The last time I came to visit, I felt that the haunted house owner knew a lot about the human structure, usually a person knew a particular thing about visceral organs, then he was either a doctor who saved people or a butcher who killed people. ”

“Have you watched too many movies?” Wang Zheng was a little scared when Yang Chen said: “The haunted house owner is very attentive to details, these visceral models are presumably custom-made by him. ”

“I don't think it's that simple.” Yang Chen retracted his gaze and walked outside: “Every time he came to this haunted house, he had a different experience. The styles of the various horror scenes were very different, but they were all so real, as if these buildings and corresponding weird conversations really existed in reality. ”

Three medical students were ready to leave the warehouse. Li grabbed the phone and had yet to find a chance to take a photo. Then, outside was Bai Qiulin, which was blocked in front of the door.

He put his hand in his pocket and looked at Fan Zheng if nothing happened.

Fat trembled slightly on his stomach. Fan Chung didn't know he was being targeted. He focused all his attention on the passage.

A wall lamp goes out, and the frequency seems to be getting faster and faster, making it feel like something is rushing through the tunnel.

Grasping his fingers tightly, Fan Chung's eyes slowly widened, darkness invaded, and the shadows shook, and others seemed to lie on the ceiling.

The heart starts beating, Fan Chung grabs Fan Dade's arm: "Brother, pay attention! Something's coming! ”

“What is it?” The Van Dade people were relatively Mune and were reminded by Van Chung before they began to look around.

“Right over there! Get them out of here!” Fan Chung remembers Nan's words, no matter what happens, everyone needs to get together.

“Don't panic, I'll take a look.” Van Dade walked towards the crossroads. He had very little nerve but wanted to pretend to be in front of his brother. After taking two or three steps, he stopped, stretched his neck and looked towards the crossroads.

Wall lights went out faster and faster, the light went down and Van Dader got nervous.

As he walked forward, Zhou and Moon took a few steps back, and they and Bai Qiulin surrounded Fan Chung in the middle.