"The red raincoat appeared on the platform. Take the time to look for it and see if there are any clues left on the platform." Fu Bole and several other haunted house designers searched carefully around the platform, and they quickly discovered some problems.
There are two figures on the back of the platform of Changjie, a man and a woman. The figures of these two people are engraved on the platform, which seems to be the freeze frame of memory.
There was still a patch of water under the platform, in which a male student in a school uniform and a female teacher with a red umbrella could vaguely be seen.
There are also some hand-carved words in the corner of the stop sign, crooked, and the person who left these words may be immersed in a kind of childish and simple happiness.
"Love begins with meeting."
"I missed the last train, but I waited for you."
"Can you let me take you home?"
These crooked words seem to evoke the viewer's memories of youth, simple, clumsy, but beautiful.
"There are such words engraved in such a gloomy place? Is there a cruel and terrifying story hidden behind the pure first love? All the good things are just foreshadowing, and they will be torn apart at the last moment, creating despair through contrast?" There seems to be a similar theme in my sister's haunted house. She touched the black skull on her arm, as if caught in a memory. This is a woman with a story.
"The style of this street is completely different from other buildings. It stands to reason that there should be a lot of scary points, but we didn't see anything scary." Zuo Han's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. The last calm before the storm.
"Don't check the platform, let's go to the next place immediately!" Zuo Han looked at the black mist that was chasing after them, and decisively called the others to run to the other side of the street together.
"You have to leave here. The fetus scene breaks all the rules I have summed up before. No experience can be used as a reference here. Why is this happening?"
Everything happened very suddenly, and it was as if there was an invisible hand behind the scenes pushing everything.
"In less than 15 minutes of the opening, we will enter the third stage. All the ghost actors in the four-star scene start to run wild. The chance of escaping with the three of us is zero." Zuo Han understood that he had encountered the worst situation: " Those haunted house designers are unreliable, if they don't change their minds immediately, they may 'disappear' in the next sub-scenario, how should I break the game?"
After racking his brains, Zuo Han's forehead soon sweated. He was under great pressure now. He had to face unknown and terrifying enemies, and he also had to bring a group of pig teammates and a haunted house actor hiding in it.
He really couldn't think of a good way to deal with the internal and external difficulties.
"Too hasty! This four-star scene didn't give me time to buffer and think."
After the red raincoat left, the buildings on both sides of the street did not have that creepy feeling, just like ordinary streets.
Tourists left the long street easily and came to the entrance of an orphanage with black and white as the main color.
The rusted iron door was ajar, and the creepy nursery rhyme came from somewhere.
This orphanage looks abandoned for a long time, but there are children's clothes hanging in the yard, and there are newly dug holes on the ground, which seem to be used to fill something.
There are traces of people's activities everywhere in the orphanage, but tourists can't find a single person.
The wind chimes hanging on the eaves swayed gently, and Zuo Han pushed open the door of the hall.
Slightly sad music came from a certain room, and at the end of the dining tables, there was a broken shrine.
"This is a private orphanage, and there will never be a shrine in a public welfare institution." Teacher Wang looked at the shrine and thought of some of the things he had encountered before: "Some founders of private orphanages believe in good fortune, and they will My own room enshrines tablets, but this is the first time I have seen an orphanage where the shrine is placed directly in the hall.”
Walking past the long wooden dining table, Teacher Wang's face gradually became ugly.
The shrine is densely covered with the word Fangyu, which looks very scary.
"It was pulled out a little bit with a fingernail. The dark black patches on it are blood stains. They have grown together with the wooden board. It is very strange. It feels like someone has been repeatedly digging words on the shrine for years." Teacher Wang was a little puzzled: "Is it necessary to pay such a large price to make a haunted house prop?"
"This is not necessarily done by Boss Chen himself. He has provided clues for many murders. I suspect that some items in his haunted house were brought back directly from the murder scene." Zuo Han whispered that these topics are internal secrets, so he I don't want to let too many people know.
"Has the boss of the haunted house provided clues for many murders?" Teacher Wang asked subconsciously: "I did hear that there has been a lot of trouble recently. There is an informant in the Hanjiang City Branch. That informant is the boss of this haunted house?"
"Teacher, you no longer have any connection with the bureau because of that incident, so you don't know very well, this haunted house owner is very..." Zuo Han thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it: "His parents are missing, in order to investigate In this case, he abruptly turned over all of Hanjiang's old cases twenty years ago, I don't know how to describe this kind of person, it's just four words anyway, keep it at a distance."
"Can the old case from twenty years ago be overturned?"
"Yeah, it's actually not the most terrifying." Zuo Han's voice became even lower: "He provided the Hanjiang police with clues to several serious cases and solved many cases, but the case of his own parents' disappearance was not the case. There is no progress at all, I suspect there is a big problem here, the disappearance of his parents is definitely not easy."
"Are you actually visiting his haunted house because of this?" Teacher Wang values Zuo Han very much and thinks that he is one of the best students of Hanjiang Forensic School. He feels that Zuo Han is different from other children, absolutely Not that kind of playful student.
"I'm afraid I'm not qualified to investigate the case of his parents' disappearance." Zuo Han looked at the shrine in front of him: "I can't see through him at all, and I don't even know what he's thinking, and sometimes I don't even dare to confront him. I tried to simulate and analyze his psychological condition and personality, and the conclusion I came to was frightening. He has reason and calmness beyond ordinary people, as well as exaggerated adaptability and a very high IQ.”
"Are there similar character comparison parameters in the database?"
"No, he's just a monster. Being able to design so many exquisite and terrifying scenes by himself, he can find clues hidden in countless serious cases. Compared with him, no one is qualified to be called a genius." Zuo Han's hand gently Touching the shrine, fingertips traced the names: "The more I know, the more I am afraid, the more afraid I am, the more curious I am. I want to find out the truth, and if possible, I am also prepared to use the pre-graduation came to work with him on his last vacation."
"The first place in the school's comprehensive score of the School of Forensic Medicine went to work in a haunted house?" Teacher Wang wondered if he had heard it wrong: "You are much smarter than me, and what you lack is only experience. If he is as good as you say, then you can I'm afraid I won't find anything useful if I come here to work."
When the two were chatting, a wooden door in the side hall was pushed open, and a white-haired old man walked out with a thermos bottle. He was stunned when he saw so many people standing in the hall.
"Are you here to adopt a child?" The old man's voice was trembling, and he was in poor health, as if he would faint in the next moment.
"You're so old to be an actor in a haunted house? This haunted house is so black-hearted." Fu Bole walked up to the old man: "We're not here to adopt children, we're here to find things. Have you seen this?"
He took the picture of the doll out of his pocket and shook it in front of the old man.
"I haven't seen it. If you are not here to adopt a child, hurry up and leave. This town is not peaceful. If you don't leave, you may never be able to leave." The old man coughed a few times and was about to leave, but he remained silent in the crowd. Ma Feng suddenly stood up.
"Wait a minute! Have I seen you somewhere?" Ma Feng took over Jiang Jiu's work. In order to gain a deeper understanding of Chen Ge, he watched the video of Chen Ge challenging his own haunted house overnight. The old man in front of him seemed to be in the video It had appeared, but he couldn't remember it.
"I've been staying in the orphanage to take care of the children, and I've never left this town. How could you possibly have seen me? Have you been here before?" The old man is the obsession brought back by Chen Ge to challenge the virtual future paradise haunted house. , and brought back his grandson, wind chime ghost and costume red.
"Maybe I'm wrong."
"You must never admit the wrong person in this small town. The acquaintance you see is not necessarily him. It is likely that something else is fake. Although they have exactly the same face and voice, their hearts are completely different." The old man suddenly He coughed violently, as if his words just now revealed the secret: "Let's go quickly, don't stay here."
"Hey!" Fu Bole stretched out his hand to grab the old man, but just when he was about to grab the old man's arm, the old man ducked in a very strange posture, and no one could see it clearly, only Fu Bole kept Self-empty action.
The door of the side hall was not closed, but the old man disappeared after entering.
A very bad feeling spread in everyone's heart, and Fu Bole subconsciously walked to the side hall.
Standing outside, you could hear the children's laughter, but after the door was opened, there was no one in the hall, just some toys were thrown on the ground.
"There must be something hidden in this orphanage, and you think about it, the doll that Boss Chen asked us to look for is so shabby, such a doll will definitely not be played by normal children, it is likely to be an abandoned child The toys." Wei Chaochao tried to analyze: "All the adopted children in the orphanage are homeless children, and the dolls we are looking for are very likely to be hidden here."
Everyone felt that what Wei Chaochao said made sense, but Zuo Han frowned and said nothing.
"What's the matter? Do you have an opinion on what I said?" Wei Chaochao is a very smart person, but his intelligence is limited to certain aspects.
"Your thinking is a bit one-sided. If you look at the entire scene, the probability of the ragdoll hiding here is very small, because there are still many scenes that have not been explored." Zuo Han expressed his opinion.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I think the orphanage was deliberately used by Boss Chen to cover up. There is a high probability that this place is a trap. We'd better not delay here for too long." Zuo Han knew that those people who said what he said might not necessarily listen, so he finished speaking. Afterwards, he directly walked aside with Heshan and Teacher Wang, and began to rummage for clues.
"Don't let him shake the military's heart, we will explore according to our own ideas." Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao have the same opinion, they carefully searched for the traces of the rag dolls in the scene according to the previous grouping.
Black mist drifted across the street and slowly surrounded the orphanage.
Zuo Han was ready to evacuate and rushed to the next scene, while the designers of the haunted house insisted on staying in the orphanage scene.
The two sides disagreed and eventually separated.
Zuo Han led Heshan and Teacher Wang away, while the others continued to explore in the thickening black mist.
"This is an orphanage, but none of our children have seen it." Wei Chaochao stood at the door of the side hall: "Will we be deceived by that old man?"
"The old man finally entered the side hall. Have you checked the side hall?" Fu Bole and Qin Guang were standing next to Wei Chaochao, and the others were searching the kitchen and backyard.
"I checked everything, and no one was found. He seemed to have disappeared after entering the side hall..." Wei Chaochao said here, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The side hall is connected to the backyard, we were preconceived, thinking that he went to the backyard, In fact, there is another possibility - there is a secret passage in the side hall!"
The three of them entered the side hall again, and the toys on the ground were different from before.
"Someone moved something here!" Wei Chaochao noticed the problem immediately, and before he finished speaking, he saw a short figure running past where the backyard and the side hall were connected: "Stop!"
Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole rushed over directly. They ignored Qin Guang who was behind and chased the figure into the utility room in the backyard.
Pushing open the wooden door, in front of him was a dilapidated offering table with a strange photo on it.
The old man in the photo had his back to Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole, and he seemed to be holding something in his arms.
"The back of the person in this photo is a little familiar."
Qin Guang, who was left alone in the side hall, was about to leave when he suddenly heard the sound of the ball flapping in his ears, and he turned to look.
In the side hall, a toy ball rolled into the hall by itself. The strange thing was that it seemed to be hiding something in the dark corner.
The ball rolls into the darkness and is kicked out again, as if two invisible children were playing a game.
The corners of his eyes twitched, Qin Guang left the side hall without saying a word, and ran to meet the others.
After he left, a little boy in a red shirt walked out from the corner with scarlet eyes.
"I think it's a very simple and happy thing for them to be scary. Why is it so difficult to come to me? Why?"
When the boy in red was getting angry, the door of Room 1 on the first floor of the Quiet House slammed heavily on the wall, and a woman in a red raincoat walked out of the corridor with deceived anger.
Bloodshots churned, and in the boundless black mist, blood-red rain fell again.