"Mr. Han, are you sure there is no terror on the right side?"
Xiao Du held the doorknob. He now misses Tato Hospital and the iron cabinet that gave him a sense of security.
"Why are you panicking? The surnamed Chen also said it himself. The third ward has not been set up yet. What is there to be afraid of in a broken scene?" Han Qiuming woke up from the initial shock and grabbed Guo Miao, the person in charge. Arm: "Old Guo, the two of us take the lead."
"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao shook his hand: "Didn't you say you walked ahead alone?"
"I'm afraid you won't dare to come in, so you ran away halfway through the tour." Han Qiuming's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, but because the light in the haunted house was very dark, no one saw it: "Then I'll take the lead, you all follow closely. Don't be left behind."
Han Qiuming pushed open the dilapidated iron door completely, the rust fell off, and several people entered the third ward.
There was an indescribable strange smell in the air, and pills and yellowed case sheets were scattered on the ground.
There are all kinds of crazy words written on the walls, and those cruel handwritings are combined together, which makes the scalp numb when you read it, and it doesn't seem like a normal person can come up with it.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that he had already walked a few meters away, and instead of reducing the number of bloody words on the wall, it became more.
Densely packed, not even a single sentence is repeated!
"How did the surnamed Chen come up with these sentences? He can't be really crazy, can he?"
Squatting down, Han Qiuming lifted a corner of the quilt, and inside was a dummy made of pillows and sheets.
But it was such a rough dummy that looked like a joke, but he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Can the dummy props in the haunted house do this? I've been in the industry for a few years now, and I've learned a lot." Han Qiuming looked at the weird face on the pillow. Feel.
"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward, and everyone looked in the direction she pointed, the door shaft was full of bloodstains dug out by fingernails.
She stretched out her hand and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, it doesn't look like it was dug out with a tool."
"It wasn't a tool to dig, could it be a designer who dug it out by hand?" Han Qiuming covered the quilt and covered the dummy on the ground: "Be careful not to touch the things inside, be careful to trigger the mechanism, especially These quilts on the ground, maybe the actors are hiding under the quilts."
He was about to move on, but the others didn't leave, and the woman with short hair entered the first ward alone.
The windows were sealed, and there were thick concrete walls outside the gaps of the planks, exuding a sense of depression and despair, just like a prison cell.
Ye carefully scratched the bed board with her fingers, and found a lot of dig marks on both sides of the hospital bed: "Come and help, let's lift the bed board."
"The customs clearance time is only twenty minutes. Can you hurry up? Don't worry about the details." Han Qiuming stood outside alone.
Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward and helped Ye Xiaoxiao lift the bed board. The scene under the board was somewhat unexpected.
There are black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and broken fingernails remain in the gaps. It can be seen how painful the people who dug out these bloodstains have experienced.
"After the artificial plasma solidifies, it will appear light red, this black-red blood stain..." Song An shrank his neck and said to Ye Xing next to him, "It's a bit like human blood."
"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at the board, bent down, and brought her nose to the edge of the board: "No smell."
Song An was startled by the short-haired girl's bold move. He laughed dryly: "It may be pig blood or cow blood. Sometimes, in order to pursue reality, haunted houses use animal blood instead of artificial plasma."
"It's quite normal for props with bloodstains to appear in haunted houses, especially in fixed haunted houses like Boss Chen. Many props are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao should have done this. Thing: "But we can't be careless. There is blood on the bed, at least it means that bad things have happened in that mental hospital before."
Ye Xiaoxiao nodded and continued to ask: "How to explain the bloody scratches on the door shaft? It's impossible that the door shaft was also removed from the mental hospital, right?"
Guo Miao was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.
"Can't you explain it clearly?" Ye Xin took out his notebook: "I have visited many haunted houses, and most of those haunted houses were written near the fright point, but this haunted house handles every detail very realistically. , the owner of the haunted house is like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"I also discovered a very terrifying thing." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling, the bloody words seemed to come to life and revolved around her: "The handwriting of each sentence here is different, It should not have been written by the same person."
"The handwriting is different?" Guo Miao took a closer look and his face became very bad: "Really, how did Boss Chen do it?"
"Didn't he say that this haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build it, and I can do it better than him." Han Qiuming took a few steps forward by himself, but he turned back after feeling guilty. On the door shaft, he said casually.
"Would you sink your heart into creating a haunted house scene in five years?" Guo Miao was a little angry, he had already arranged everything before, but Han Qiuming screwed it up: "Boss Chen definitely didn't lie, this place only It's the scariest scene in his haunted house, let's hurry up and find the tape recorder, don't stay here for too long."
Since entering the third ward, he has had a very uncomfortable feeling, and after seeing the layout inside the scene, this feeling is even stronger.
The red scratches on the door hinges, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed, the blood on the walls all made him feel uneasy.
The memory buried deep in his heart was awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if he had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide.
"Old Guo, I really don't know what you're afraid of? His haunted house is really good in detail, and he does the same thing as the real thing, but this only shows that he imitates it better." Han Qiuming swept the night secretly and carefully, pushing Glasses: "When I experienced a super-large fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all their props were real guys used by death row inmates. Compared with others, this haunted house can only be said to be okay."
"You're going to die to save face and suffer."
"I'm telling the truth." Han Qiuming waved at everyone: "There are still sixteen minutes, everyone hurry up."
Several people entered the corridor one after another. Only Xiao Du stopped at the entrance of the third ward. He looked at the words on the ceiling of his scalp, and his heart beat fast.
After staring at it for a long time, the seemingly messy and irregular handwriting seems to be mixed together, and the strokes are linked to each other, forming the word "death" of different sizes.
"This place is too evil, I'll just stand by the door."
When he walked out of the third ward and looked towards the passage on the left, he looked up and suddenly found that the dolls that were originally at the end of the corridor on the left had now appeared very close to them.
"what's the situation?"
Du Chaojin took a step back. He didn't dare to stay here alone, so he quickly caught up with other tourists.
After he left, a puppet with a school badge hanging around his neck quietly straightened his head.
I can't write the feeling I want, I'm afraid of wasting the plot... Originally three shifts, one shift today, I owe two shifts, and thanks to the leader of zcch139! Thank you to the village leader! A total of four more! During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I will write at home for three days. I will not go anywhere, and I will definitely finish it!