My House of Horrors Chapter 1120: The difficulty of the game is soaring (4000)

Looking at the closed black iron door in front of him, Xiao Sun's expression was complicated. He didn't expect things to develop like this. He just lifted the mirror casually.

"I hope there will be no accident for the tourists." Xiao Sun is now very worried that the red high-heeled shoes will accidentally kill the tourists: "Brother Chen doesn't know if he is in the haunted house or not. Who should I call for the first time in such an emergency? That one? The actor's elder brother Wu Jinpeng looks good, he may have a solution."

Xiao Sun was about to turn back and run out, he hesitated again, turned around and grabbed the iron door handle: "Would you like to open the door? If those tourists are lucky enough, maybe they have a 1% chance of being able to. Backtrack."

He was out of good intentions and wanted to leave a way out for tourists.

Remove the bloodshot chain on the iron door, and Xiao Sun tucks it in the crack of the door, so that the iron door will not be closed.

Boundless black mist gushed out along the gap and began to escape outside the passage!

The black cursed thread penetrated into the building, and those who hurt him in the memory of the fetus appeared in another form, and they turned into strange phantoms wandering in the black mist.

These monsters have no entity and will not cause substantial harm to people and Specter, but they can draw out the evil and fear in the bottom of people's hearts.

The red high-heeled shoes recreate the ghost's past with a curse. She wants to restore the process of the ghost's becoming a fierce **** bit by bit. These phantom monsters are just accessories.

As soon as the iron gate was opened, the phantoms in the memory of the fetus began to run wildly. They merged with the black mist. If they didn't want to show themselves, it would be difficult to find them.

"Leave a line in my work, I really want to see you next time, I can be considered to be the best of my kindness and righteousness." Xiao Sun turned and left, not paying attention to the sign next to the iron gate that said "Please close the door."

He hurriedly ran out of the secret passage, and as soon as he returned to his room, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

"The cast of the haunted house doesn't make a sound, it must be tourists!"

The faint black mist was drifting out along the secret passage, and Xiao Sun looked around, thinking badly.

It would be a lot of fun if other tourists followed into the secret passage.

"It's a small thing for me to expose myself. It's a big deal to send everyone into hidden scenario in the first five minutes!" Xiao Sun is the first time to be an actor in a haunted house. He has no experience at all. He is a very clever person, but now The situation is critical, and he also has a feeling of being in a hurry: "For the time being, restore the organization first, so that no more tourists can enter the hidden scenario. When I find Brother Chen, I will enter the passage from here to find the three tourists."

The sound of footsteps in my ear is getting closer and closer. All sounds are amplified in this scenario. Xiao Sun feels that the footsteps sound as if they sounded directly in my heart.

He closed the door with the blood-colored snail painted on it, and grabbed the edge of the mirror with both hands: "When I held the mirror up, the mechanism was triggered. To restore the mechanism, the mirror should be pressed down."

With his arms hard, Xiao Sun grabbed both sides of the mirror and pressed down, but the mirror and the door didn't respond at all.

"What's the matter?!"

The sound of footsteps approached rapidly in the corridor. If Xiao Sun hadn't turned into a ghost, he would have wet his clothes with cold sweat.

The force exerted by his hands is getting bigger and bigger, and his eyes are anxious: "It's over, it's over, how do you close this thing!"

Xiao Sun shook the mirror frantically up and down, more and more bloodstains and blood beads appeared on the mirror, and a puzzled face vaguely appeared in the mirror.

"Isn't it moving up and down?" Holding both ends of the mirror tightly, Xiao Sun tried to rotate the frame, but when he tried so hard, the support frame that fixed the frame broke!

"I see through!"

Looking at the mirror that he had pulled down from the wall in his hand, Xiao Sun was dumbfounded. He subconsciously glanced at the secret passage where the black mist was drifting out.

The wall slowly closed, and the blood-colored snail door seemed to have never appeared.

The door outside the secret passage is closed, but there is still a crack in the black iron door inside the secret passage.

The black mist escaped, penetrated into the building, and spread throughout the room along the cracks in the wall.

The difficulty of the entire scenario is soaring, with strange, desperate faces appearing and disappearing on the walls.

"What are you doing!" Hanjiang Forensic Faculty students who were exploring on the same floor ran over, looking at the room shrouded in black mist, and Xiao Sun, who was standing alone in the bathroom holding a mirror.

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing either." Xiao Sun held the mirror, feeling that it's not okay to let go, and it's not okay to not let go.

"Where are the others in your group?"

"They didn't listen to me and left me alone."

The other two groups of people downstairs who were looking for the rag doll's stump heard the movement and all ran up.

In less than three minutes, the first floor of the building had already changed. There was a terrifying, mud-like puppet lying on the doorstep of the house, and black mist continued to float from the room. Those people even wondered if this was the case. Where have you been just now?

"Why are you all gathered here? What about Liang Er and Liang San? What's going on with the monster at the door?" Fu Bole glanced into the room and didn't find the three haunted house designers.

"I don't know, the three of them told me to stay here and not make trouble, and then they seemed to have discovered a secret passage, triggered some kind of trap, and then disappeared." Xiao Sun said ambiguous, he is not particularly good at Liar.

"How can a good big living person disappear if they don't see it? In which room did they disappear in the end?"

"It's on this floor." Xiao Sun is very anxious now. He is worried that if he drags it further, he may have to collect Liang Erliangsan's body.

From his point of view, the top priority now is to find Chen Ge and quickly inform the red high heels that a tourist has entered the hidden scenario.

"All three people in the same group have disappeared, only you are still there, which is a bit strange." Zuo Han was about to speak when Fu Bole suddenly walked up to the Hanjiang Forensic Faculty people: "What are you doing?"

Fu Bole stared at Zuo Han, his face slightly gloomy: "Is it the three of you who did it?"

"We?" He Shan pointed at himself: "Are you sick? The three of us are not with them, and we just came here!"

"You are not with Liang Er and Liang San, but you are on the first floor with them, and you are the closest to them!" Fu Bole's hand rested on the mud doll next to him: "This doll We didn't come here before, that is to say, someone moved him after we left. Look at how much this doll weighs? It is impossible for a person to move the doll here silently, so it must be It's a multi-person joint action!"

Hearing Fu Bole's analysis, Hanjiang Forensic Faculty people and Xiaosun were shocked.

"If you hadn't been slandering Boss Chen's haunted house, I would have thought you were the actor hired by the haunted house." He Shan was speechless: "Even if there are actors among us, the most likely people are also This little Sun, everyone else in their group has disappeared except him, isn't he the biggest suspect? Are you ignoring him just because he can't move the doll by himself?"

He Shan's reasoning ability can be said to be trained in Chen Ge's haunted house. He used to believe that human nature is inherently good, but later he realized that human nature is "various" and is the most complicated thing in the world.

Hearing what He Shan said, Xiao Sun was relieved for some reason. He thought that someone finally suspected him. If he really couldn't play, he would run away. It was too exciting to be with so many living people.

"You can't refute me, so you start pulling others into the water? Want to disturb your vision? Fish in troubled waters?" Fu Bole had been suspicious of Zuo Han and the others from the very beginning. Tourists like Han and He Shan play a haunted house with all kinds of analysis and devotion. It's almost like traveling through a horror movie.

Preconceived, Fu Bole always considers issues from his own perspective, and everything he thinks is only based on his own cognition.

"Are you determined to frame us? Do you have a grudge against the forensic doctor?"

While several people were arguing, the dark fog in the room had grown thicker, and there were vaguely human faces flashing through it.

Standing in the dark fog, Mr. Wang felt a little irritable inexplicably, and his brain began to flash some memories buried in the bottom of his heart, including the murderer and the victim, and the people in the photos seemed to be alive. Come over, pounce on yourself a little bit.

The more people who have had horror experiences in reality, the greater the influence of the black fog.

Shaking her head, Teacher Wang reached out to hold the door frame.

"Teacher, are you not feeling well?" Zuo Han was the first to notice Teacher Wang's abnormality.

"It was fine just when I came in, but suddenly I got a little dizzy, and now it's fine again."

"Maybe it has something to do with this black fog, I also feel a little awkward." Zuo Han's voice was very low.

"You feel this way too?" Teacher Wang was very surprised.

"En." Zuo Han and Teacher Wang stood together, his lips moved slightly, and he couldn't hear his voice if he didn't listen carefully.

"What are you two whispering about?" Wei Chaochao shouted loudly. He kept staring at Zuo Han and Teacher Wang. Under the guidance of Fu Bole, he also believed that the people from Hanjiang Forensic Faculty had a high probability of being actors.

"We don't need to report to you what we discuss. You can be us as haunted house actors, which has no effect on us." Zuo Han is relatively withdrawn. He was too lazy to pay attention to those haunted house designers. He turned to He Shan and said to Teacher Wang: "The sudden appearance of the black fog should be a signal that we can't stay in one place for too long. Over time, the black fog may cover all scenarios, in other words, our survival will become more and more difficult."

"Isn't this black fog like the 'poison circle' in some games? The scope of the fog continues to expand, and the scope of tourists' activities continues to shrink. If you stay in the fog for a long time, you will encounter accidents." He Shan immediately understood.

"Now I have two guesses. First, the three missing tourists found the secret passage. They went to other places through the secret passage, speeding up the game process. The appearance of the black mist means that the game has entered the second stage. We If you want to avoid the black fog, you can only find the secret passage and enter another scenario through the secret passage like they did." Zuo Han analyzed with the only clues: "But the problem is that we have only entered the haunted house for five minutes, according to Chen The boss's usual practice is to increase the difficulty about halfway through the visit, so today's challenge is a bit unreasonable."

"What was the second guess?"

"The second guess is that there is some kind of change in the haunted house. Something unexpected happened here." Zuo Han did not quarrel with the designers of the haunted house. While he was talking, the designers of the haunted house Slowly they closed their mouths and listened to him quietly, maybe this is the aura.

"Then what should we do if it's the second case?" He Shan asked the question in everyone's mind.

"If it's the second case, then it's bad. Do you remember what I said when I first entered the haunted house?" Zuo Han's face was not very good-looking.

"What did you say?"

"This haunted house may be really haunted." Zuo Han stopped talking about this topic: "Teacher, He Shan, we will look for secret passages in the rooms on the left. Calculated from the time, those three The missing person can only be in these rooms."

Without refuting or engaging in pointless quarrels, under Zuo Han's leadership, everyone began to search for secret passages on the first floor.

"The black fog is still spreading! Time is limited! If we can't find the secret passage within five minutes, we'll just leave!"

Looking at the busy figures of everyone, Xiao Sun held the mirror in both hands, and his face was full of bitterness. He really couldn't bear to say that the secret passage mechanism had been damaged by himself.

Now the outside door can't be opened, the inside door can't be closed, the black fog keeps coming out, and the difficulty of the game keeps increasing.

Five minutes later, the black mist had already escaped from the Quiet House and floated directly into the street, with faces looming across the building.

"That secret passage should be a one-off! Let's leave this scenario first, the black fog will continue to spread over time, we must hurry up and explore more scenario!"

After speaking, Zuo Han walked out of the building without hesitation, followed by He Shan and Teacher Wang.

"Let's go to other scenario." Shangguan Qinghong motioned everyone to follow Zuo Han: "For now, don't worry about whether he is a haunted house actor or not, we will follow him and see what he wants to do."

"This Zuo Han is like an NPC in a haunted house. He has been giving us hints, telling us the progress of the game, and constantly creating panic. If you follow him, you will probably follow Liang Er Liang San's back." Fu Bole is still there Stick to his own opinion, but he is not slow.

After everyone left the Quiet House, the picture of the child on the missing person notice at the door blinked.

At the same time, on the third basement level of the Quiet House, a child in red ran out of hiding.

He rushed directly to the entrance of the corridor, looking at the tourists who were far away, he slammed the script hidden under the red shirt to the ground.

"I've been practicing for three days, and you're leaving now?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The child in red picked up the script again and chased after the tourists.