My House of Horrors Chapter 218: This is not the same as I thought (3)
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"It's that simple?" Han Qiuming and several other Tian Teng Hospital staff members find it incredible, the recorder is so large, and they can easily find it.
"Boss Chen, aren't you kidding me?" Ye carefully took out her own small book. She evaluated so many haunted houses. This is the first time she saw a haunted house using the recorder as an experience project.
"That recorder was originally taken from Tian Teng Hospital, and it was precisely at this opportunity to return it to them." Chen Ge locked several copies of disclaimer agreement in the cabinet, maybe I do n’t know when it will be available.
"Have you already given up?" Han Qiuming seemed quite disappointed.
"Please here." Chen Ge ignored him and led the way ahead. Several people crossed the corridor to the Night of the Living Dead scenario entrance.
"The props at the beginning of the century seem to have not been maintained for half a month. The puppets do the same thing as the children. The various props are piled up randomly. There is no story and plot. You want to use this scenario Come to insult us? "Han Qiuming's eyes were very poisonous, and the problem in Night of the Living Dead appeared at a glance.
Not to mention the staff of Tian Teng Hospital, even Yexin and Su Luoluo felt that scenario had no bright spots.
Han Qiuming commented on the various shortcomings of Night of the Living Dead, and stepped forward to enter it, but was stopped by the person in charge Guo Miao.
"Lao Guo, what are you doing to stop me?"
The person in charge of Tian Teng Hospital shook his head. His heart was beating fast, and he felt faintly wrong: "The atmosphere in this place is strange."
"What's so strange?"
"Unable to say, it's different from a normal room. It has a special feeling." The person in charge took a breath. "I had a similar feeling when I went to the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen had an accident. I was very nervous during the day, and finally ran out after only one-fifth. "
"Don't scare yourself." Han Qiuming shook off the person in charge and entered Night of the Living Dead.
"I didn't use this scenario long ago, because for some reason, I haven't changed it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiuming and somehow thought of Youliang, maybe after teacher Han visited, it was Youliang in the hospital You wo n’t feel lonely.
Open the wooden board, a cold rushed to the ground, Chen Ge glanced at several tourists, pointing to the dark stairs: "Third Sick Hall you want to visit is underground."
"Underground?"
Several tourists came around and looked at the stairs leading to nowhere, and my heart began to breed an inexplicable emotion.
Unfinished test papers remain on the cracked ladder, and there is a faint smell in the air, which is not pungent, but it is easy to make people think badly.
"The left side is Mu Yang High School and the right side is Third Sick Hall. The two scenarios are connected to each other. Don't go wrong." Chen Ge finally urged a few words: "The two scenarios occupy a very large area. You better not spread them. Open. "
After the explanation, Chen Ge took out his mobile phone: "Find the recorder within 20 minutes, take it out, and the game is over."
Several tourists did not move, and at the end did not know who pushed Han Qiuming from behind. The haunted house designer with high myopia glasses stood out.
"Do n’t delay time."
At the urging of Chen Ge, several tourists stepped up the stairs and entered the underground scenario.
After the last person entered, Chen Ge picked up the board next to him and waved at them: "Wish you a lot of fun."
The board closed, and Chen Ge returned to the general control room. He had trouble choosing the background music for the haunted house.
Entertaining ordinary tourists on weekdays, he has rarely used the two background music of Black Friday and wedding dress, but occasionally caught in the track as an egg.
"Han Qiuming is a haunted house designer. He can see all the shortcomings of Night of the Living Dead at a glance. This person has real skills. The other staff of Tian Teng Hospital are already accustomed to the atmosphere of the haunted house. They. Ye Cain is Professional Haunted House Reviewer, and the courage is naturally very big, only Su Luoluo is the innocent people who were brought in by the person in charge. "
When Chen Gesi thought about it, tourists are all professionals, and it is disrespectful for them to release water at this time.
Click the mouse, Chen Ge wanders between two background music: "Which one is more suitable? Forget it, only children will make choices, everyone is an adult, there is no need to struggle."
He added both songs to the list, then walked to the dressing room, put on the Doctor Skull-cracker uniform, and put on a makeup for himself.
"They shouldn't think that the face under the human skin mask will be more scary?"
All packed, Doctor Skull-cracker Chen Ge holding Faceless Nurse uniform into Third Sick Hall scenario.
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The board above the head closed slowly, seemingly isolated with warmth and hope.
Du Chao, the youngest of age, shivered recently. He has n’t entered scenario for more than ten seconds. He has started to regret it.
"I should learn from Sister Qin and Brother Ge, I am still too young."
The cold wind blowing from some place lightly passed by, and the blank test paper on the left corridor fluttered on the ground, making a rustling sound. There were some people shaking in the classrooms on both sides, and something seemed to notice them.
The light was very dark. Several tourists stood on the spot for a minute, and finally the person in charge Guo Miao stood up: "Mr. Han, you are the most experienced in our place. Today we can rely on you."
Han Qiuming pushed his glasses. He looked closely after entering the haunted house. From the perspective of atmosphere and scenario reduction degree, the western suburbs horror house exceeded most of the haunted houses he had seen before.
"No wonder they dare to call Jiujiang the most terrifying haunted house on the Internet, which is kind of interesting."
They stand in the corridor and look far away. At the end of the left channel, they stand or lie down, with many dummies in strange poses.
Staring at the dummies for a while, a few tourists felt a creepy feeling, as if the dummies were watching them.
"Boss, did the head of the puppet on the floor just turn?" Song An grabbed Guo Miao's forearm.
"No." Guo Miao's face is not too good: "But I feel that the middle school girl puppet smiled at me."
"I seem to have seen it too. Did she take a step here? How do you feel the distance is getting closer?"
"It should be an illusion ..."
"You two are endless?" Han Qiuming walked ahead: "The more scary the scenario on the left is, the more beneficial it is for us. You should thank me."
"Thank you?" Xiao Du was hiding at the end, thinking about whether to escape.
"That boss Chen is definitely not good-hearted! The scenario on the left should be the main scenario of his haunted house, which is the most terrifying. Fortunately, I saw through his ideas in advance." Han Qiuming walked to the right channel, here is one At the door of the hospital's sick building, he grabbed the door handle with both hands: "If it weren't for me, you should go to the left to visit now."
"It makes sense." Xiao Du echoed.
Song An nodded his head: "The scenario on the left is very boring at first glance. Fortunately, I chose the scenario on the right. Teacher Han did a good job."
They all walked into the channel on the right, only the person in charge Guo Miao was uneasy: "Boss Chen gave me a good impression, not like the kind of person who can lie."
"Did he lie? Let's see if we open the door."
A few people stood in the middle of the right channel, and Han Qiuming pulled Third Sick Hall's door apart with both hands.
The rust is falling off, the iron door makes a harsh noise, the strong smell of the potion hits the senses, hysterical scratches and blood words remain on the mottled wall, and there are some screams in the open ward.
What is even more shocking is that on this invisible black promenade, there are countless dummy wrapped in bedding, like a raised grave bag.
"This ..."
The hands and feet are numb, and a few people outside the door feel like their bodies are frozen, and a cool air flows down the spine to the top of the head.