My House of Horrors

Looking at the black iron door in front of him, Xiao Sun's expression was complicated. He had no idea that things would develop into this way. He just lifted the mirror casually.

"I hope there will be no accidents to the tourists." Xiaosun is now worried about the red high heels accidentally killing the tourists: "Brother Chen doesn't know if he is in the haunted house. Who should I call the first time in such an emergency? That is Wu Jinpeng. The actor's brother looks good, he may have a way."

Xiao Sun was about to turn around and run out, he hesitated again, turned around and grabbed the iron door handle: "Would you like to open the door? If the tourists are lucky enough, maybe they have a 1% chance to return the same way. ."

He was out of good intentions and wanted to leave a way for tourists.

Removed the bloodshot chain on the iron door, Xiao Sun stuffed it in the crack of the door so that the iron door would not close.

The boundless black mist gushes out along the gap and begins to escape to the outside of the passage!

Black cursed threads penetrated into the building, and those who had hurt him in the memory of Hades appeared in another form, and they turned into weird phantoms wandering in the black mist.

These monsters have no entities and will not cause substantial harm to people and ghosts, but they can evoke the evil and fear deep in people's hearts.

The red high-heeled shoes reproduce the past of the Hades with a curse. She wants to restore the process of the Hades to become a fierce god. These phantom monsters are only incidental products.

As soon as the iron gate was opened, the phantoms in the memory of the Haunted Tire began to run frantically, and they merged with the black mist. If they did not want to take the initiative to show up, it would be difficult to be found.

"Leave a thread for work. I really want to see you next time. I'm so benevolent." Xiaosun turned and left, not paying attention to the sign next to the iron gate that said please close the door.

He ran toward the secret road in a hurry, and when he returned to the room, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

"The actors in the haunted house don't make any noises, and they must be tourists!"

The faint black mist was drifting outwards along the secret crossing, and Xiao Sun looked around, thinking that was broken.

If other tourists followed into the secret path, the fun would be great.

"It's a trivial matter for me to expose myself. It's a big deal to send everyone into a hidden scene in the first five minutes!" Xiaosun is the first time he has been an actor in a haunted house. He has no experience at all. He himself is a very clever person, but the situation is critical now. He also has a feeling of rushing: "For the time being, restore the mechanism first, so that no more tourists can enter the hidden scene. When I find Brother Chen, I will enter the passage from here to look for the three tourists."

The sound of footsteps in the ear is getting closer and closer, and all the sounds are amplified in this scene, and Xiao Sun feels that the footsteps sounded directly in his heart.

He closed the door with the blood-colored snail and grabbed the edge of the mirror with both hands: "When I lifted the mirror up, the mechanism was triggered. To restore the mechanism, I need to press the mirror down."

With his arms hard, Xiao Sun grasped both sides of the mirror and pressed down, but the mirror and the door did not react at all.

"What's the matter?!"

The sound of footsteps was fast approaching in the corridor. If Xiao Sun hadn't become a ghost, it was estimated that the cold sweat had wetted his clothes.

The force he exerted with his hands became stronger and stronger, his eyes anxiously: "It's over, it's over, how can I close this thing!"

Xiao Sun shook the mirror frantically, and more and more blood stains and blood beads appeared on the mirror surface, and a puzzled human face faintly appeared on the mirror surface.

"Isn't it moving up and down?" Holding both ends of the mirror, Xiao Sun tried to rotate the frame, but with a hard effort on his hand, the support frame that fixed the frame broke directly!

"I see!"

Looking at the mirror that he had pulled down from the wall forcibly in his hand, Xiao Sunren was stupid, and he subconsciously glanced at the secret road that was drifting outside with black mist.

The wall slowly closed, and the blood-colored snail door seemed to have never appeared before.

The door outside the secret passage was closed, but there was still a gap in the black iron door inside the secret passage.

The black mist escaped, got into the building, and spread along the cracks in the wall to the entire room.

Strange and desperate faces appeared on the wall from time to time, and the difficulty of the whole scene was soaring.

"What are you doing!" The Hanjiang Forensic Medicine students who were exploring on the same floor ran over. They looked at the room shrouded in black mist and Xiao Sun standing in the bathroom holding a mirror alone.

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing." Xiaosun held the mirror and felt that it would not be right to let it go, nor would it not be to not let it go.

"What about the other people in your group?"

"They didn't listen to me, they left me and left."

The other two groups of people downstairs looking for the stump of the ragdoll heard the movement and all ran up.

In less than three minutes, the first floor of the building has changed its appearance. There is a terrible muddy doll lying on the door of the room, and the black mist is floating outside the room. Those people are even wondering if this is just here. Place?

"Why are you all gathered here? What about Liang Er Liang San? What's the situation with the monster at the door?" Fu Bole glanced at the house, and did not find the three haunted house designers.

"I don't know, the three of them asked me to stay here and don't make trouble, and then they seem to have discovered the secret path, which triggered some kind of mechanism, and then disappeared." Xiao Sun said ambiguously, he is not a particularly good at lying. .

"How can a good living person say no and disappear? In which room did they disappear in the end?" Just after the group was divided, three people disappeared, and Ma Feng frowned.

"It's on this floor." Xiao Sun is very anxious now, he is worried that if he drags on, he might be collected by Liang Erliang and three.

From his point of view, the top priority now is to find Chen Ge and quickly notify the red high heels that a tourist has entered the hidden scene.

"The three people in the same group have disappeared. Only you are still there. It's a bit strange." Just as Zuo Han wanted to speak, Fu Bole suddenly walked up to several people in the Hanjiang Forensic Medical School: "What are you going to do?"

Fu Bole stared at Zuo Han, his face a little gloomy: "It's the three of you that made the ghost?"

"We?" Heshan pointed at himself: "Are you sick? The three of us are not with them, and we just came here too!"

"You are not with Liang Er Liang San, but you and them are on the first floor. You are the closest person to them!" Fu Bole put his hand on the mud doll next to him: "This doll we came here before. It’s not there yet, which means that someone moved him in after we left. Look at the weight of this doll? It’s impossible for one person to move the doll here quietly, so it must be multiple people. Joint action!"

Hearing Fu Bole's analysis, the Hanjiang Forensic Medical School and Xiao Sun were shocked.

"If you hadn't been slandering Boss Chen's haunted house before, I am afraid that you are the actor invited by the haunted house." Heshan was very speechless: "Even if there are actors among us, the most likely person is this young grandson. Everyone in their group has disappeared except him. Isn’t he the most suspected one? Did you ignore him just because he could not move the doll alone?"

It can be said that Heshan's reasoning ability was trained in Chen Ge's haunted house. Before, he firmly believed that human nature is inherently good. Later, he learned that human nature is the most complicated thing in the world.

Hearing what Heshan said, Xiaosun breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. He thought that someone finally doubted him. If he really couldn't continue the act, he would quickly slip away. It would be too exciting to stay with so many living people.

"You can't say anything to refute me, so you start pulling others into the water? Want to disturb your sight? Fish in troubled waters?" Fu Bole suspected Zuo Han and the others from the very beginning. He hadn't seen Zuo Han and Heshan in a haunted house for several years. For such tourists, playing in a haunted house, all kinds of analysis, and full devotion are almost the same as traveling into a horror movie.

Preconceived, Fu Bole always considers issues from his own perspective, and everything he thinks is based on his own perception.

"Are you determined to frame us? Do you have enemies with the forensic doctor?"

When several people were arguing, the black fog in the room had become thicker, and there were faint faces flashing in it.

Standing in the black fog, Teacher Wang felt a little irritable inexplicably. His brain began to flash through some memories buried in his heart. Among them, there were murderers or victims. The people in the pictures seemed to come alive. Pounce on yourself a little bit.

In reality, the more people who have had a horrible experience, the more they will be affected by the black fog.

Shaking his head, Teacher Wang reached out to support the door frame.

"Teacher, are you uncomfortable?" Zuo Han was the first to discover Teacher Wang's abnormality.

"It was fine when I first came in, and I suddenly felt dizzy, but now I am fine again."

"It may be related to the black mist, I also feel a little awkward." Zuo Han's voice was suppressed very low.

"Do you feel that way too?" Teacher Wang was very surprised.

"En." Zuo Han and Teacher Wang stood together, his lips moved slightly, and his voice could not be heard if he didn't listen carefully.

"What are you two whispering?" Wei Chaochao shouted loudly. He had been staring at Zuo Han and Teacher Wang. Under Fu Bole's guidance, he also believed that the Hanjiang Forensic Medical School has a high probability of being an actor.

"We are discussing why we don't need to report to you. You can treat us as haunted house actors. This has no effect on us." Zuo Han's personality is relatively withdrawn. He didn't bother to talk to the haunted house designers, and turned directly to Heshan and Teacher Wang and said: "The sudden appearance of black fog should be a signal that tells us that we can't stay in one place for too long. As time goes by, black fog may cover all scenes, in other words, our survival will become more and more difficult."

"Isn't this black fog like the "poison circle" in some games? The range of fog continues to expand, and the scope of activities for tourists keeps shrinking. If you stay in the fog for a long time, you will encounter accidents." Heshan immediately understood.

"Now I have two guesses. First, the three missing tourists found the secret road. They went to other places through the secret road, speeding up the game process. The appearance of black fog means that the game has entered the second stage. We want to avoid Heiwu can only look for secret passages and enter other scenes through secret passages like they did." Zuo Han analyzed with the only clues: "But the problem is that we have just entered the haunted house for five minutes, according to boss Chen’s past. As usual, it will increase the difficulty in the middle of the visit time. Today’s challenge is somewhat unreasonable."

"Then what's the second guess?"

"The second guess is that something happened in the haunted house. Something unexpected happened here." Zuo Han didn't quarrel with the designers of the haunted house. While he was talking, the designers of the haunted house slowly began to talk. He closed his mouth and listened to him quietly, maybe this is the aura.

"Then what should we do if it is the second case?" Heshan asked everyone's question.

"If it's the second case, it would be bad. Do you remember what I said when I first entered the haunted house?" Zuo Han's face was not very good-looking.

"What did you say?"

"This haunted house may be really haunted." Zuo Han stopped talking about this topic: "Teacher, Heshan, we are looking for secret passages in these rooms on the left. Calculated from time, the three missing persons are only Probably in these rooms."

Do not refute or engage in meaningless quarrels. Under Zuo Han's leadership, everyone began to search for secret paths on the first floor.

"The black mist is still spreading! Time is limited! We can't find the secret passage within five minutes, so we just leave!"

Seeing the busy figures of everyone, Xiao Sun was holding the mirror in both hands, his face full of bitterness, he really couldn't bear to say that the secret path mechanism had been destroyed by himself.

Now the outside door cannot be opened, the inside door cannot be closed, the black fog keeps coming out, and the difficulty of the game keeps increasing.

Five minutes later, the black mist had already escaped from the Quiet House, floating directly onto the street, and looming faces appeared everywhere in the building.

"That secret path should be a one-off! Let's leave this scene first, the black fog will continue to spread over time, we have to hurry up and explore more scenes!"

After Zuo Han finished speaking, he walked outside the building without hesitation, Heshan and Teacher Wang followed closely.

"Let's go to other scenes, too." Shangguan Qinghong motioned everyone to follow Zuo Han: "Don't care if he is an actor in the haunted house, let's follow him and see what he wants to do."

"This Zuo Han is like a haunted NPC. He has been giving us hints, telling us the progress of the game, and constantly creating panic. You are likely to follow him in the back of Liang Er Liang San." Fu Bole is still insisting on his own. View, but he did not go slowly.

After everyone left the Quiet Home, the child's photo on the missing person notice at the door blinked.

At the same time, on the third basement floor of Quiet House, a child in red ran out of hiding.

He rushed directly to the entrance of the corridor and looked at the tourists going away. He slammed the script hidden under the red shirt to the ground.

"I practiced for three days, so are you leaving now?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry, the child in red picked up the script again and chased the tourists.