My House of Horrors Chapter 226: Trust me, it ’s not wrong
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Wearing a blood-stained doctor uniform and holding a skull-crushing hammer, Chen Ge wore a face mask combined with multiple faces and moved away from the board.
"It has been ten minutes since scenario has not heard screams yet. It seems that they are accustomed to Third Sick Hall." Chen Ge feels more and more kind, he is worried that several tourists will come to face too strong The shock collapsed directly, so they were given a buffer time of ten minutes.
"Now that Tian Teng Hospital people should find the recorder, it's time to make it a little more difficult." Chen Ge stepped into the dark underpass and walked down the stairs. He glanced at the left corridor, outside the last classroom None of the puppets: "Today these guys are quite honest, there will always be a few guys running out and walking."
With the Faceless Nurse uniform and a broken skull hammer in hand, Chen Ge pushed open the iron door of Third Sick Hall.
"The completion of the Third Sick Hall trial task is not high, and the hidden task has not been triggered. The completion of the entire scenario is only about half of it, and it cannot be regarded as a real 3 Stars scenario. Visited tourists are accompanied by professional haunted house actors, saying Maybe they might succeed. "Chen Ge walked slowly, not in a hurry.
"Find the puppet of the mad woman first and put this nurse uniform on her to try it out."
Turning around the first corner, Chen Ge, who was thinking about things, suddenly stopped.
In the middle of the corridor, more than twenty puppets almost blocked the road, falling across the ground, and the model's head rolled back and forth. It seemed that they were having a good time.
"Why are you here?" Chen Ge stood in the middle of the road carrying a hammer, and those rolling heads stopped instantly, and all of them began to pretend to be dead.
"Is this your scenario? What are you doing in the hospital in a school uniform?"
The puppets naturally do n’t reply, and do n’t move at all, just like a pupil who secretly ran into an Internet cafe to meet his class teacher.
"Even if I ran in, it was even destroyed by the group!" Chen Ge said very angry, and actually felt a little distressed. He picked up the head on the ground to find the correct number, and spliced several puppets: " This group of tourists does not let go of the dolls, it is very arrogant. "
Because the light is too dark and the efficiency is very low, he got up and left after five or six installations: "When I send them away, I will give you a head,"
With a bit of sigh in his voice, Chen Ge ran down the hallway with the broken skull hammer.
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In the electrotherapy room, Han Qiuming put his ear next to the recorder and heard nothing for a long time.
"Is this an empty tape?" He thought for a long time and could only draw such a conclusion.
"Will the boss of the haunted house do such a boring thing?" Ye Cain always felt that there was a problem with the tape, but after listening for a long time, he could only hear the rustling current.
She reached out and pressed the switch, but no matter which key was pressed, the indicator of the recorder was always on and the tape was spinning silently.
"This recorder should be modified by the haunted house owner. The switch on the casing is just a decoration. The real switch is elsewhere." Han Qiuming did not find where the real switch was for a long time. His face was not too good, since After entering Third Sick Hall, he had been embarrassed by the side of the night carefully. The more he wanted to show, the more the props in this haunted house would be against him.
"No more, let's go out and talk again." Han Qiuming looked at the phone: "There are still three minutes, and it's too late to run out."
He and Ye carefully came out of the electrotherapy room at the end of the corridor and returned the same way, preparing to leave the secret passage of Ward No. 3.
At the same time, on the other side of the corridor.
Guo Miao and Song An rushed into the depths of Third Sick Hall. They roughly searched the second corridor and the third corridor, including the dean ’s room. Every room was checked in, but they did not find Han Tyumen.
"Boss! The rooms on both sides have been searched, did not see Han Qiuming!" Song An gasped, his voice was irritable and he spoke quickly.
"The corridor goes straight. If he comes over, he will definitely meet us. Where did this guy go?"
Guo Miao patted his face lightly. He had n’t been so nervous for more than ten years: "I thought about it carefully. There are three possibilities for Han Qiuming to disappear. First, he found the secret road and ran away. Go in; second, he hid in the room before, after we left, he alone explored deeper into the haunted house scenario; third ... "
Speaking of this, Guo Miao has a **** scenario in his mind. He can't talk anymore. Just like Song An looked at each other, he saw fear in his eyes.
"The situation is a bit bad!"
Two big men communicated with their eyes and watched Su Luoluo's scalp numb: "Will you continue to visit? Should I leave first?"
She became more and more scared. She felt that her teammates were more dedicated than the haunted house employees. They were startled and said something completely incomprehensible, but they felt very horrible.
"No! It's dangerous for you to go alone. We must not be separated now!" Song An's voice was severe, as if something very serious would happen when Su Luoluo left alone.
"Lao Song is right. Separation is to give someone the opportunity to break one by one. Only when they get together, the other party would not dare to act rashly." Guo Miao reluctantly squeezed a smile at Su Luoluo: "Sorry, I'm tired of you, but You can rest assured that we will definitely take you out safely. "
After hearing Guo Miao's apology, Su Luolu really wanted to cry.
Sorry for some reason?
What happened?
I was just invited to visit the lucky draw, did nothing, and ran for a long time, why did you stand on me?
She now doubts whether she is being tricked or not. The whole real visitor is actually she alone, and the rest are all actors. This is two haunted house practitioners playing against each other!
"Do n’t hesitate, the longer it is, the more dangerous Han Qiuming ’s situation will be, and it ’s too late to find him now!" Guo Miao is decisive: "Go! Let ’s go to the next corner!"
He and Song An ran ahead, Xiao Du followed, and before leaving, he did not forget to turn back to Su Luoluo: "Song Brother and the boss are worth relying on, and with them, you will not be in danger. "
"Is there any danger in visiting a haunted house? Do you usually comfort people like this?" Su Luoluo stood alone in the hallway filled with blood words and was reluctant to follow Guo Miao. They continued to run deep into the haunted house. She didn't dare to go back alone, her anxious hair pulled off a few.
Several people turned the corner and came to the fourth corridor. All the ten sick buildings opened and looked at them, and they still couldn't find Han Qiuming.
"The corridor has come to an end, where can Han Qiuming go?" Song An leaned against the wall, and he was exhausting physically.
"That's how a big living person disappeared?" Guo Miao's heart thumped. He glanced at both sides, and the blood on the wall seemed to become more intense.
"Surely something is missing!" Guo Miao grabbed Song An's shoulder: "All haunted houses have passages exclusively for employees, and Third Sick Hall should be no exception. There were a few of the wards we just entered The structure is very special, it is estimated that the secret road is hidden there. "
"Okay, let's go together!"
Su Luo, who followed a few people, was unable to run. She was visiting this haunted house for the first time: "I just ran over, where are you going?"
"The staff passageway and Han Qiuming should be in those few rooms." Guo Miao looked at Su Luoluo, and he hadn't shown such serious eyes for a long time: "Trust me, it's not wrong!"
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Holding the recorder, Han Qiuming and Ye walked out of the Dean ’s office carefully, and the noise on the tape gradually became louder.
"What about your teammates? I just seem to hear the sound of running." Ye Cain kept a certain distance from Han Qiuming.
"Don't worry about them, let's go out and talk." Han Qiuming carried the recorder, always feeling like he was being stared at by something, and his back was cold.