My House of Horrors Chapter 165: Who is playing a doctor
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A lot of bedding was thrown in the middle of the dark corridor, and there seemed to be something hidden underneath.
Chen Ge opened one casually with a hammer. Under the quilt with a musty smell was a dummy made of sheets and pillows.
Rough workmanship, barely able to see the shape of a person.
The scary thing is that a face was drawn on the pillow with colored pencils, eyes, nose, and cracked mouth. It was like a graffiti for a child, but it made Chen Ge feel horrified.
"Should not be."
Chen Geqiang endured the urge to smash them with a hammer, thinking about it.
"The twenty-four puppets in the horror room are more scary than the dummies made from these pillow sheets no matter in what way. I have no fear when facing these puppets. Next to the dummy, I always feel uneasy. "
He flipped the dummy, and on the back of the pillow, he wrote a strange name—Li Chunyan.
"How come there is a name?" These dummies are like little children playing house games. Children sometimes use dummies and puppets to act as parents or use them to refer to reality. A certain person.
Putting salt on the face of the dummy, Chen Ge observed it for two or three minutes. The dummy did not show any change. Then he walked a few steps away and opened a bed with a pillow underneath. Dummy made of sheets.
"Zhang Qisi?" There is also a name written on the back of the dummy.
Chen Ge looked at the worn bedding in the hallway, and felt a chill in the back: "Is there a name behind every dummy? Are these dummy actually referring to living people?"
The raised bedding in the hallway looked like a grave bag. Chen Ge sweated in the hand holding the broken skull hammer. He felt that after completing this trial task, his courage would become more It used to be bigger.
As soon as I walked more than ten meters away, two bags of salt had been sprinkled.
Facts have proved that the effect of salt on dirty things is not too good. The uncomfortable breath in the corridor has not weakened, but has become stronger and stronger.
"The last bag of salt should be saved, and it can't be wasted." Chen Ge will look back every time he walks a few steps away. He is worried that he will encounter the classic scenario in the horror movie. Along the way, there was a row of dummies following behind.
The muscles are tight all over. Chen Ge has made up his mind that even if there is a dummy standing up behind him, he will rush over as soon as possible and smash it with a pig-killing knife.
"Do n’t panic, I still have a lot of hole cards." Chen Ge did n’t know whether he was introducing to the friends in the live broadcast room, or comforting himself. In short, as he continued to penetrate Third Sick Hall, the popularity of the live broadcast room It is also climbing at a terrifying rate. In contrast, Qin Guang has fallen into a bottleneck there, and his popularity is steadily weakening.
The wards of Third Sick Hall are different from other two sick hallss, and all wards are single rooms. What's weird is that there is not even a bed in the ward, it seems that no one has ever lived.
"I heard from Dr. Gao that Third Sick Hall has only ten wards and only nine patients with records. What are these extra vacant rooms for?"
All wards are not numbered, with uniform door panels and uniform white paint, but they never seem to have been opened and should not be used to house patients.
"First Sick Hall is overcrowded, and many beds are even arranged in the aisle. This Third Sick Hall is actually empty. I would rather not leave it to the patient. Is there any deep reason?"
Chen Ge walked very carefully. When he walked to the middle of the fourth floor corridor, the smell in the air suddenly increased.
In addition to the cold wind, another sound came out of my ear.
It's hard to describe, like countless people are breathing hard and want to wake up from a nightmare.
Chen Ge ’s uneasiness grew stronger with the flashlight shining all around him. He pressed his back against the wall tightly and took out his phone to glance at the time.
"Twelve midnight!"
When Chen Ge was looking at his cell phone, a door in the room downstairs of Third Sick Hall heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
That kind of feeling is very peculiar, the sound is clearly coming from downstairs, but it seems to be ringing in my ears.
"The blood door in the mirror of the horror house will open for a minute every midnight. Is the door in Third Sick Hall the same as the door in my haunted house?"
The door will appear at midnight, but it will not open voluntarily. When the door push sounds, it indicates that something has run out behind the door.
"The one paragraph written by Wang Haiming said that he completed the final ceremony in the bathroom, and it seems that only the bathroom has a relatively large mirror in the rehabilitation center."
After 12:00, the whole sick building has become different, as if the sleeping monster is waking up.
Come to the deepest part of fourth floor, Chen Ge stands at the entrance of the corridor and looks down. The dark stairs and the first steps extend into the darkness.
No one knows what is hidden in it, and it is not clear what will rush out from an unexpected angle in the next moment.
Chen Ge ’s eyes flicked lightly. He grabbed a tool hammer and stood at the entrance of the corridor, thinking for a moment, turning off the flashlight.
Third Sick Hall hides insane patients, souls who have died injustice, and monsters running out of the blood gate, it can be said to be a step-by-step killing.
In this case, the bright light of the flashlight will expose himself, making him a living target.
Closing his eyes and opening them again, Chen Ge adjusted his eyes to the darkness, then stepped on the stairs and walked towards the third floor.
From the beginning of this trial to the present, Chen Ge is not without gain, at least he has a much better relationship with the white cat.
Originally, the white cat ignored him and entered the depths of the Third Sick Hall corridor. The white cat jumped to his shoulder actively, holding his clothes and backpack tightly with his paws. Look.
"Don't be afraid, everything hasn't gone beyond control." Chen Ge touched the white cat's head. The grumpy white cat rarely had no resistance, and a pair of heterochromatic cat pupils stared at the darkness in the distance.
Going downstairs in the dark, the steps seem to be the same. Chen Ge took a minute or two to move to the third floor.
The windows are blocked, and the third floor is darker than fourth floor, and you can only vaguely see the quilts in the corridor.
"The deformed face enters Third Sick Hall as if it disappeared. There is no shoemark on the ground. Where will he hide now? Hiding in a room? Or is it hidden under the bedding, ready to sneak attack?"
There is also a nurse ’s station on the corner of the third floor. What ’s strange is that all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly arranged, and what makes Chen Ge feel strange is that there is no dust in those counters. It seems to have been used normally.
Turning into the nurse's station, Chen Ge found that there were many tablets on the counter. The tablets of different colors were packed in small white paper bags with the names of the patients written on them.
"Li Chunyan? Zhang Qisi? Are these two names not the names posted on the back of the fourth floor dummies? Do some people dispense the dummies every night?" Chen Ge had a somewhat absurd idea in this sick building As if there was a child playing games, he made a dummy to act as a patient and pretended to be a doctor to prescribe medicine for them.
"Playing such games in Third Sick Hall most of the night?" Chen Ge looked at the names on the counter and always felt that he had overlooked something.