My House of Horrors

“Wake up, brother! ”

Fan Chung shook Fan Dade's shoulder. After a while, Fan Dade woke up.

“Where are we?” The eyes finally have a focus, and Fande, tall and big, is lying on the ground at this point, looking very weak.

When he saw his brother like this, Fan Chung's lips moved a little, and he couldn't bear to continue to say it down.

“Have we been sent out of the haunted house by the staff? ”

Fan Chung hasn't spoken for half a day. He looks weird as if he is evil. Fan Dade realizes something is wrong and struggles to climb up and look around.

Iron doors, morgue cabinets, and wheels haunting your ears seem to have known each other, leaving Van Dade unresponsive for a while.

“This scene… have we experienced it? ”

The nail scratching the door of the cabinet became louder and louder, and there was a low breath in the morgue cabinet. Without Fan Chung answering, Fan Dade already had the answer.

The wheels roared, stopping at the door of the room, a cabinet door was broken open, blood splattered, and more monsters drilled out than before.

His legs were paralyzed and Van Dade shook uncontrollably against the door of cadaver number two.

The door behind him was struck, his body trembled with the door panel, and Van Dader felt his bones were about to spread.

“Stop it! You guys are too fast! I just woke up! I just woke up! ”

Fan Dade wanted to cry, and Fan Chung looked more calm than he did.

For a wise man, the same mistake cannot be made twice.

Wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, Fan Chung's calf was like a cramp. He sat on the floor with a thud and fell behind Fan Dade.

“Brother, if you wake up from a coma first, remember not to wake me up, just let me coma a a little longer.” After the last sentence, Fan Zheng flipped his eyelids and “fainted” straight away.

Van Darde hasn't reacted yet. What's going on? The lights in the house are out.

“Little Chung? Fan Chung? ”

The door to the morgue was broken open, Van Dade was surrounded by several shadows, and the whole underground scene could hear Van Dade scream.

……

Half a minute later, the wall lights came on and the passage returned to calm.

The shadow has dissipated, Van Dade's body is pounding against the corner of the wall, and he can't spit out any more foam.

Slowly opening his eyes, facing down, Fan Zheng, lying next to Van Dade, opened his eyes slowly, while he was scared, he was still a little excited.

“As long as you pretend to be dead, you won't be attacked by ghosts? No, maybe my brother attracted all the firepower.” Thinking about the scene just now, Fan Chung had a bit of scalp and numbness.

“Getting out of here is better than going anywhere. ”

He barely stood up and shook Van Dade's shoulder: "Brother, wake up! Hurry up!”

After half a day of panic, Van Dade didn't get any better. Van Dade was anxious. He dragged Van Dade's arms with his hands and tried to lift them up.

He had just pulled Van Dader up and heard a sigh at the end of the corridor.

“Because a syncope caused by a shock is a sudden syncope, the first thing you need to do is let him lie flat on the ground, ensure ventilation, and then CPR. It doesn't do him any good to move his body at this time. ”

This is a strange voice, it does not belong to other tourists, Fan Chung didn't even hear what the person said. The moment he spoke to each other, he let go and lay down.

Van Dader's body also landed on the ground, with two brothers in the middle of a "corpse” passage.

The person in the distance did not seem to have expected that his good intentions reminder would frighten people. After a few seconds, the wall lights dimmed and a gust of wind broke out in the passage. Four doctors in white coats, masks and gloves, walked over.

They were wrapped all over their bodies in a tight, invisible face.

“Why did you faint? Wasn't it all right? Is it too sensitive? ”

“This big body is so good, it fell a few times, the skin didn't rub off, it was sturdy. The last time I saw someone like this, or in Anatomy Room 7, it was a bricklayer on a worksite, and it was very easy to scrape fat. ”

“Stop talking nonsense and wake up. It's too dangerous to just throw it in the middle of the road. ”

One of the kind doctors went to heal Van Dade, and the rest surrounded Van Chung.

The wind blew and his body was cold, but Fan Chung's forehead couldn't stop sweating.

“I think I'm surrounded? What am I supposed to do? What do you do when a normal person is in this situation? ”

With a cold neck, one of the doctors sounded a little surprised: "Is he all right? Why did you faint? ”

“The heart beats so fast, it should be fainting. ”

“Didn't he see a few of us? Why don't we give him...”

While several doctors were discussing it, Fan Chung's eyes on the ground slipped a slit, colliding with the sharp eyes of several doctors.

“It's fainting.” The leading physician looks the youngest and the most frightening: “What I usually hate the most is those who play tricks. ”

Awkward smile, the fat on Fan Chung's face trembled, his fat hand pressed the ground, wanting to sit up: “I didn't expect there was a doctor in the haunted house, is that rarely seen internationally? It's the scariest haunted house in Jiujiang. ”

He looked at the doctor who was rescuing his brother and wondered how, but he couldn't say exactly what was wrong.

Surrounded by several doctors, his body was getting colder and colder, Fan Chung forced himself to show a happy fake smile: “Gentlemen, I won't bother you. Go on. ”

He put his hand in his pocket, his fingers swayed on the screen, his body backwards, and he didn't want his brother anymore, and the best way to do that was to get out.

“Wait a minute. ”

Several doctors, at the same time, opened their eyes and focused on the hand in Fan Chungshen's pocket.

Fan Chung knew that the situation was not good. He walked faster. He turned a corner before realizing that there was a dead end and the exit was blocked by doctors.

“You're overweight, you're continuously frightened, your heart rate is not normal, I have a professional instrument on my side, I hope you can cooperate with me for a test.” After the doctor said it, he wasn't too sure: "There should be an instrument, if I remember correctly. ”

“Treat me?” Fan Chung grabbed the phone and slowly approached the doctor, suddenly accelerating at a distance of a meter or two from the doctor.

“Your kindness is in my heart, my own body knows it, you don't have to worry about it! ”

Fan Chung's body hit several doctors. He was too scared to fight to death.

His arms fluttered, rubbing against the doctor's coat, Fan Chung felt like something was touching his fingertips.