My House of Horrors Chapter 228: The Devil’s Story

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Han Qiuming only had time to make a scream, and his mouth was covered by something.

He was drowned by boundless fear, and he could not see anything clearly. A cold feeling came from all over the body, and the body was dragged in a certain direction.

As the door closing sounded, the corridor returned to its original state.

Third Sick Hall is very large, and each corridor is far apart. Be careful not to spend the night and still hear some movement.

She hesitated to walk out of the dean ’s office, and the carefree girl was now cautious, thinking about each step for a long time.

Turning around the corner, there is nothing on the other side of the corridor.

"Where did that guy go? Is there some trap mechanism." Ye carefully walked towards the end of the dark corridor, she heard the footsteps halfway when she walked.

"Han Qiuming's footsteps are weak and weak, and this person's footsteps are a little calm, like the kind of sight-seeking, unshakable type." Ye carefully hid into the ward next door and stole at the door crack Look.

It did n’t take long for a terrifying monster to appear.

He wore a red doctor's coat impregnated with blood, and his face seemed to be stitched together. He was murderous, and he held an exaggerated giant hammer in his hand.

Blood stains accumulate in the blood trough, and sharp corners rub against the wall skin. The hammer is not a prop, but a genuine weapon.

"Actor in Third Sick Hall?"

Twenty minutes have passed, and the actor only appeared at this time?

Yan Cao entered the haunted house for the first time when she was panicked when she saw someone on Han Qiuming ’s back. The second time was now. The monster kept approaching. Ye Cain and Bai Nen ’s fingers could not help grasping the door.

This is an experience that has never been seen in other haunted houses, and she ca n’t figure out why.

"Why should I be afraid?"

Looking at the monster wielding the hammer skillfully, Ye Hao instinctively wants to stay away: "Other actors in the haunted house are performing shows, but looking like this doctor, he seems to have done something cruel with a hammer Thing. "

Until Dr. Xueyi left, she secretly walked out after being careful at night. She took out her notes and wrote a few words on it, and then secretly followed behind the doctor.

......

In the deepest part of Third Sick Hall, Guo Miao and Song An stopped outside the doors of wards 9 and 10.

"All the numbers on this corridor are different from other corridors. Among them, the three wards of eight, nine, and ten are the most special, because only the doors of these three wards are made of iron."

Guo Miao told others about his findings: "Let ’s focus on the three wards first. Let ’s not leave each other ’s line of sight. If you find something, remember to call others immediately and do n’t touch it without permission."

Several people entered Ward No. 8 with anti-theft nets installed on the windows and binding straps scattered on both sides of the steel bed. The whole room felt strange, but at first glance, no strange reason could be found.

"In this sick building ..." Guo Miao stared at the steel bed for a long time and said uncertainly: "It seems that everything is asymmetric."

After being reminded by him, other tourists also saw it.

One side of the wardrobe was damaged by damage, but the other side was intact; the left side of the bed was normal, and the right side was twisted and folded; even the ground and walls were neat and clean on one side, but covered with dirt on the other side.

"What does this ward want to express? The key clue to breaking the game is asymmetry?"

The patient in Ward No. 8 is Xiong Qing, a maniac with lateral space syndrome. The symmetry and harmony in the eyes of normal people are distorted and ugly in his eyes, so the world in his eyes is deformed and morbid, and needs correction. .

Several tourists did not find anything useful for a long time, and there was no such thing as a secret road in Room 8.

They left Room 8 and entered Ward 9 again.

Pushing open the iron door, ward 9 is the cleanest room in Third Sick Hall, there is no debris and garbage, and there is nothing strange on the wall.

In an environment like Third Sick Hall, the more this is, the more abnormal this ward feels.

Several tourists turned over the boxes and found nothing useful.

"What exactly does Boss Chen want to express? Is it too difficult to design?"

The patient who once lived in Ward 9 was Wu Fei, and even the personality of Mennan thought that this person was very dangerous.

Pushing open the last iron door, several tourists stood outside and smelled a pungent smell.

The hairs are standing upside down and the scalp is tight, which is the spontaneous reaction of the body when it may be in danger.

On the tenth ward, on the day Chen Ge was doing the trial mission, he had not entered this real room because the iron door was locked.

"Otherwise let's go." Su Luoluo stood outside with his nose and mouth covered.

"There is a big smell in the house, don't you and Xiao Du come in."

Guo Miao and Song An both entered Ward No. 10. The layout of this ward can only be described as heartbroken.

Without windows, this is a completely enclosed space, and there are no beds, cabinets or the like in the ward, just tossing a few smelly quilts.

It seems normal to just look at these, but when looking at the wall, Guo Miao and Song An feel a little scared.

The walls and the ground, except for the roof, are almost full of large and small blood words. At first glance, the words seem to come alive and keep beating in front of them.

What is more frightening is that a man ’s face is embedded in a thin layer on the wall directly opposite the door of the room.

"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop, and artificial rubber doesn't have this kind of sensuality."

"I know."

Guo Miao took a few steps towards the face. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the face to make sure. But his hand was suspended a few centimeters away from the face, and he could not press it anyway: "Forget it, I feel that the clue is not related to this face, and it may be hidden in the blood."

Guo Miao looked at the blood words around his face. He was surprised to find that the blood words in Ward 10 were different from those in the corridor. These sentences have the most basic logic, and they seem to tell a story.

Using mobile phone lighting, he read it word by word.

"My wife called me an executioner, my parents were reluctant to talk to me, my neighbor pointed me at me, everyone was far away from me."

"I shouldn't be alive, but I can't find a reason to die."

"I am a murderer of children, yes, I have never denied this."

"I should n’t leave them alone at home. I should n’t forget to turn off the fire, so I hurried to work."

"Three lives, my child."

"What should I do to make atonement?"

"I want to show you my heart out."

"I beg you to stop talking, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."

"I should not quarrel with you, I should bear it silently."

"If my wife and I did n’t quarrel that night, maybe she would n’t drive to her parents late at night, and she would not be hurt by those people."

"Sorry, this is all my fault."

"I want to atone, but how do I atone now?"

"I felt like an iron needle was sprinkled in my body, the tip of the needle stood on my heart, and I felt pain every time I breathed."

"What should I do? At least work hard."

"I moved to a completely strange place, but the situation has not changed at all."

"It's guilt that tortures me, I am the murderer, a murderer who cannot be forgiven."