My House of Horrors

Dozens of scenes, large and small, are like a maze, some large or just a separate room.

Chen Gong wandered around aimlessly with the keys. He found that many scenarios were actually connected inside, and there were different ways of clearing them.

“Didn't those tourists say there were a lot of old things in the haunted house? Why didn't I see anything? Again, most of the old objects have no attached obsession, and Jiang Jiu put them in the haunted house just to cover the shrine and old house. ”

“No, I think I missed something. There is also a wind chime in the house of curse, which seems to be attached to something. ”

Chen Gong didn't want to leave a regret for herself. He cut a shortcut and rushed back. It turned out to be another chicken dog jump.

He first returned to the hotel scene, retrieved his watch, clothes and backpack, then removed the blocked planks and entered the house of curses.

As soon as he went in, Chen Gong noticed something was wrong. The lights flashed in the corridor in the distance, and many people gathered to go this way.

“The staff outside finally dared to come in. ”

The tour was not forcibly interrupted and the central computer was not turned off, in which case the head of the Haunted House gathered an entire fifteen employees to “search and rescue”.

“Be careful! The employee inside has lost contact! All of you cheer me up! ”

“Boss, I think the surveillance looks like we have an employee problem. Are you sure you don't want to call the police? ”

“Our park just opened the next day! If the cops come by this time, do you know what the herald is? A lot of people had a problem with holographic technology in our park, and they thought that this 100% immersion experience would damage the brain, the five senses, and calling the police would be tantamount to sending the handle to those who attacked us. ”

“But…”

“The problem is serious enough, I'll call the police, you don't have to teach me! Now do as I say! Get rid of the media at the exit! ”

“Brother Jiang, the actor playing chainsaw homicidal maniac found out, his name is Li Xiaoyi, he is an old employee of ours. ”

“How could an old employee suddenly have a problem? Has he ever been to the haunted house in the center of the house? ”

“I don't know...”

Listening to the conversations of those people, Chan Song knew that he had no chance to find the wind chimes and quietly retreated.

“Did the employee just say Jiang Jiu? ”

It doesn't mean anything anymore. Chen Gong is leaving.

……

Open the rusty iron door in front, all the projections wandering around scattered, the crying and laughter in the haunted house slowly disappeared, and a beam of light lit on Chan Sing.

In front of him there were steps that stretched upwards, stepped on the steps, and Chan Song returned to the ground.

“Coming out! Someone's coming out! ”

“So much noise! Someone's finally out safe! ”

“The haunted house of Virtual Future Paradise is horrible! ”

The sound waves seemed to lift the roof, and Chan Song and other eyes adjusted to the light before looking around.

He is now returning to the theme haunted house exit, from where you can see the haunted house entrance location.

At this moment, employees are constantly “moving” the frightened “tourists” out of the haunted house.

This scenario was previously seen only in New Century Paradise.

The haunted house was crowded with tourists watching the bustle, and several other media outlets were there, and people were shooting with their phones, saying that the haunted house in Virtual Future Park was so scary.

Continuously sending unconscious visitors at the entrance, the singing of Chen from the exit alone seemed very sudden, so it attracted the attention of all.

The crowd came and surrounded Chen Song in the middle.

“The tourists with you are in a coma! You're the only one who's still awake. Can you tell me how you feel?” There was a media inquiry into Chen Song, and countless tourists were shooting Chen Song with their mobile phones.

“A tourist with me?” Chen Gong looked at the guys whose mouths were spitting foam out of the haunted house, and he shook his head and took out his cell phone: “There were six people who entered the haunted house at the same time as me, all of them haunted house staff! Their coma was just a self-directed farce. ”

By pressing the play button, Chan Song plays the previously recorded audio in front of the media and all tourists.

“My name is Lily. This is Ling Zhang. You haven't been notified, have you? We both came in with a tourist! ”

“Me and we are all your colleagues, except for that Chan Song, everyone is an employee, really, really! ”

There are a lot of similar recorded clichés, and he just picked two that are more representative.

“Six of the seven visitors, six of whom were disguised as ghost housekeepers, were the only real tourists whose means could no longer be described.” Chen Gong stood at the exit and looked a little angry: “What I couldn't understand the most was that they knew they couldn't stop me and then let their own people pretend to be in a coma, thus creating a frightening feeling about their haunted house. ”

“Excuse me, excuse me!” The haunted house designer clearly noticed the movement over here and squeezed into the crowd. He saw Chen Song at the exit as if he had seen a ghost. His face was incredible.

Forty hell scenes fused, computers crashed. How did he get out?

“Chen Gong? ”

“You're here just in time. Explain to everyone why seven people are visiting, and you arrange for me to be accompanied by six ghost house actors? You guys have worked so hard to scare me.” Chen Gong held his phone and played another recording for Qingming.

“Hard work?” Clear and bitter a face, whispering: “Didn't you learn this dirty technique from me? ”

In fact, when he just saw his employees in a coma, he had figured out a way to deal with it. All the tourists were in a coma. The ghost house in Virtual Future Paradise was just as scary. Anyway, everyone fainted. He could say whatever he wanted, it was just like Chen Gong's ghost house.

But what never occurred to him was that all the actors fainted, and the only real tourist came out of the exit.

And just when he thought it was the worst case scenario, he didn't expect Chen Gong to get evidence that the tourists were haunted housekeepers, but it wasn't the worst, it was worse.

“There's been a misunderstanding. Stop filming.” Qingming dragged Chen Gong to try to avoid the wind in the advanced venue and let himself calm down, but he didn't expect that the young man of the right size in front of him was so energetic, instead of dragging him away, he was caught by the other party.

“Qingming, why don't you give us an account?” Chen Gong backhandedly grabbed Qingming: “Why do six ghost house employees come in with me to visit? ”

The flashes and the noise of the tourists made Clear a little dizzy, his forehead full of sweat and even some envy the employees who had fainted.