My House of Horrors Chapter 225: Recorder that has been working

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"Boss, let's all come here, and go back to find him again?" Xiao Du was a little reluctant. Han Qiuming usually spoke bitterly, Du Chaojin had some aversion to him.

"We don't go to him, because this guy's character is very likely to have an accident." Guo Miao's face was gloomy, almost dripping out of water: "Maybe he has an accident now, no! Let's go back!" "

"I also agree with the boss's statement." Surprisingly, Song An didn't care about private enemies at this time, and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: "The haunted house play is the most taboo scattered and everyone should get together."

Little Du hesitated and finally nodded: "Okay, I will go back to him with you."

The most innocent of the few people is Su Luoluo. She does n’t know anything, and she does n’t know what the Tian Teng Hospital staff are talking about. She just runs around and looks nervous.

"We searched carefully, and every ward must have a look." Under Guo Miao's leadership, several people walked back into the haunted house again, looking at each ward.

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Han Qiuming and Ye entered the dean's office carefully, and there were tables and chairs in the two compartments.

"Drawers are empty and there are no books on the bookshelves. It is not enough to judge the character of the haunted house owner from reading preferences. But okay, there are no books on the bookshelves to reduce the time we search. Many haunted houses like to hide passwords in books. And clues. "Han Qiuming was talking carefully with Ye, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.

Yan careful and Han Qiuming staggered, and walked directly into the back room, she looked at the widened wardrobe.

"Let me come, this wardrobe is obviously specially made, and there is a 90% chance of hiding a haunted house actor or other shockers." Han Qiuming stepped forward and opened the cabinet door.

The cabinet is empty and contains nothing.

He smiled embarrassedly, self-deprecating and said: "It seems that 10% of the situation has occurred. It is estimated that the haunted house actor scared the old Guo and they have not had time to come back."

Yanxian completely lost interest in talking with him, and gently tapped on the inner wall of the wardrobe: "There is a special wardrobe in a special room, there must be a reason."

When the careful fingers of the night hit the partition between the wardrobe and the wall, the sound changed, and it was obvious that the back was empty.

The two of them worked together to open the partition, and a secret passage appeared.

"Internal access to haunted house employees?"

"Should not be."

No lights were installed in the secret road, and carefully took out the mobile phone lighting at night. After she and Han Qiuming entered the secret road, the cabinet door of the dean's office seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.

The secret road is narrow and difficult to turn around, but fortunately it is only a few meters away.

At the end of the repressed secret road is an iron door. Carefully pulled the door open at night. In front of it was a wooden board. She pushed it open. The scenario changed in front of her. This is a ward she has been to in the future.

"The dean's office and the ward are connected to each other? What does this arrangement mean?" Third Sick Hall's real scenario let Ye Cao thoroughly substitute it.

"Did the hospital director treat the patients in this ward as his own property?" Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: "I heard that some private mental hospitals were confused in management a few years ago. . "

"It is possible." Ye Xian and Han Qiuming entered the house and began to search this room.

The hospital bed, night pot, and wooden chairs with flattened corners are very simple. There is nothing special about it.

"Let's go and see." Han Qiuming opened the door of this ward, and a strange smell poured into the nasal cavity, as if the smell of potion and blood were mixed together.

He took a small step back and stretched his neck to look at the hallway outside.

The wall is cracking, and the blood contained in it seems to be flowing, giving a very strange feeling, as if the building itself is alive, and its blood vessels are hidden in the wall.

"This corridor, we don't seem to have been here yet."

The structure of scenario is almost the same, but the feeling is completely different. Third Sick Hall applies the horror of scenario cycle to the extreme. They do n’t know what they will encounter when they continue to go down, and they do n’t know how many will be there The corridor is waiting for them.

The bedding on the ground was badly damaged, and the dummies made of pillows and sheets showed their heads, with strange expressions on their faces, no matter which way they stood, they seemed to be watching them.

Han Qiuming had a hint of retreat in his heart. He and Ye Cain came from the secret road. It was unclear how far this corridor was from other corridors, and it was unclear how many scary things were hidden in it.

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to take a picture towards the side of the aisle. The end of the dark and dark corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.

"Don't block the road." Ye carefully walked out of the ward, and her exposed legs felt a little cool. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.

"Look for it, the recorder should be hidden in a room in this corridor." Ye carefully entered the next ward to check, while Han Qiuming was still standing.

His hands holding the door were covered with sweat, and he turned his head to sweep the door on the side.

The upper part of the ward door is normal, marked with ward number three, but the lower part of the wooden door is a little scary, completely painted with red, sticky and bright, and even more strange is that the red is like there is Life is the same, slowly growing on the door.

"Ward No. 3? The number of wards in this corridor is not the same as the number of wards in other corridors?"

Han Qiuming and Ye Cao searched three wards successively. When they came to the end of the corridor, they found a room with no number and any signs.

"Go, go in and see."

The interior of the house is not large, it is completely closed, soundproof cotton is attached to the wall, a binding bed is fixed against the wall, and some messy and worn equipment is piled up on the head of the bed.

“It ’s kind of like a shock treatment room. I ’ve seen it in many movies related to psychiatric hospitals.” Han Qiuming looked under the bed, and then walked to the middle of the pile of waste equipment, he roughly scanned Once again, suddenly burst out laughing: "found!"

Han Qiuming pushed the electric shock device aside and proposed a recorder from it.

"I thought how difficult this haunted house was." He tried to show a look that wasn't so much, but the excited expression on his face betrayed him.

Compared to night, she is more calm and cautious. She looks at the recorder and frowns for the first time since entering the haunted house: "Have you heard anything?"

"Voice?" Han Qiuming didn't know what Ye Ye was saying carefully: "No matter how much it is, leave quickly, there is a time limit for customs clearance, I want to pass the customs perfectly today, so that the surname Chen has nothing to say." /

"Did you really not hear it?" Ye carefully pointed at the recorder in Han Qiuming's hand: "The tape inside is spinning, the indicator light is on, this recorder has been working."