My House of Horrors Chapter 227: Help! Help! (3)

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"Let's go first, I heard that this haunted house uses a fear rating system, and it is rare to enter the highest difficulty scenario. I still want to go around again." Ye Cao stood in the dean's office and did not come out.

The noise from the recorder is getting louder and louder, and there are more other voices faintly in the current sound.

It looks like someone is gasping and crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time, and there were only two minutes left, and he did not forcefully: "Okay, then you pay attention to safety."

After he finished, he ran outside with the recorder alone.

Looking at the back of Han Qiuming running in a hurry, Ye Cain's peace that has been maintained has been broken, and the beautiful eyes slowly widen.

"How does he seem to be crawling alone on his back?"

She is a staunch atheist, and it is for this reason that she can enter the haunted houses with impunity for evaluation, and she firmly believes that all these are false.

But just now, she saw something she could n’t explain with her past experience.

"Who is the person lying on his back? Should it be a person?"

......

Han Qiuming ran on the recorder with all his strength: "Two minutes left!"

The body is getting colder and colder. Han Qiuming doesn't know where the problem is. The coolness comes out from behind, penetrates into the body, and drills into the heart.

"Pain ..."

A voice came from my ear. If there was nothing, it was like a woman lying on her shoulder.

"Who!" Han Qiuming turned his head sharply and looked behind him, with nothing on his shoulders.

"I heard it wrong?"

He hastened his speed, and now he has only one thought in his mind.

"Something is in hand, and you win when you go out, and the face lost by Tian Teng Hospital can be earned back by me!"

Regardless of Han Qiuming, he accelerated his speed and ran forward.

"so painful ..."

The voice moved closer, leaning from the shoulder to the ear, as if to drill into the ear hole.

"so painful!"

"Ah! "facing the air, Han Qiuming waved his hands fiercely:" Get out! what! "

No one responded to him. There was only his own echo and the rustling current in the dark corridor.

"Is this recorder playing tricks?" Apart from myself, only the recorder can make sound. Han Qiuming brought it in front of him, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light somehow changed from green to red.

"Is it it?"

Han Qiu Ming struggled with his brain and could n’t figure out what the principle was. Time was constantly decreasing. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he continued to run forward with the recorder.

"The recorder must have a problem, but it is the key to the success of customs clearance! It was easy to find, how could it be thrown away? Is n’t that a waste of all the hard work before!"

Han Qiu Ming scolded Chen Ge in his heart for a **** dog: "Shameless! Too mean!"

As long as you run out with the recorder, you will be cleared, but this is also the most troubling part. Throwing away from the recorder, you will have to face it and face the horror of the recorder.

No way, this is almost unsolvable scenario level for ordinary people!

"Fight!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth, in order to clear Chen Ge's haunted house, he really made a living.

Rushing all the way, the shoulders are getting thicker and thicker, something seems to be pressed on the back, and the cold feeling penetrates into the bone marrow.

"so painful ..."

The voice behind him gradually became clear, changing from a vague male voice to a female voice.

It sounds mature and contains a trace of helplessness and despair.

"Wait a minute!"

When this voice sounded, Han Qiuming ’s hairs stood up: "Where did I seem to hear this voice?"

He was almost stunned. He was in a haunted house with no intersections. In this crisis situation, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Where did you hear it?"

Cold sweat slides down his forehead. He knows very few female friends, not even the age.

"No, I must have heard about it."

The memories deep in my mind emerged, and Han Qiuming suddenly remembered one night half a year ago.

He is modifying the design of Tian Teng Hospital. In order to increase the attractiveness of the haunted house, he resolutely and resolutely added the strange death of Xu Zhenzhen's father and daughter to the haunted house production as a gimmick.

In order to design the dark line and make Xu Zhenzhen's female ghost more real, he searched a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

The woman used to work in her father ’s hospital, but was later expelled because of a doctor-patient dispute. At that time, the patient was very fierce, and there were even videos streaming out online.

Family of the patient went to the hospital to make trouble, accusing Xu Zhenzhen. Xu Zhenzhen in a white coat was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.

She whispered, but no one listened carefully to her words. Later, the scene was out of control. She was pushed to the ground by someone, and her fingers were stepped on by someone.

"so painful ..."

"Yes! This is the voice!"

Han Qiuming's scalp is about to explode. He heard the voice of a dead man in a haunted house!

He threw the recorder on the ground, and even if he gave Han Qiuming ten more guts, he would not want to go near that recorder anymore.

"Why does Xu Zhenzhen ’s voice run into the recorder? It was specially made by the surname Chen? Impossible! He did n’t even know that we wanted to come to Third Sick Hall at the beginning, because it was a scenario that was temporarily replaced by my proposal." Han Tyumen really wanted to pump himself a big mouth: "I'm so cheap!"

"The recorder was originally an Tian Teng Hospital thing. Did my fictional Xu Zhenzhen become a real ghost?" His body temperature was dropping, his skin was cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier: "Run first and say, too This is so evil, this place is so evil. "

Han Qiuming ran forward, but he did n’t run a few steps away, and he began to pant after being tired. The bedding was very soft on it, it was too weak, and his body felt more and more heavy.

"What's going on? It's like carrying something?" Han Qiuming glanced behind him, and the recorder was thrown by him in the corner. Because it fell on the bedding, there was no damage and he continued to work.

The tape rotates in the recorder, like a weird smiley face, and like a vortex staring deep down.

"I have to escape."

The recorder is far away, but the rustling current sound is still ringing in my ears.

"so painful, so painful ..."

The woman ’s voice is constantly torturing Han Qiuming ’s brain, and his face gradually becomes ugly: “Do n’t be noisy! I ’ll tell you not to be noisy!”

He was hitting the air, circling in the same place, trying to find out where the sound came from, he always felt a woman's face on his back talking.

"Go!"

He took out his mobile phone to turn on the bright light, and turned on the camera function behind him. When turning the lens, a familiar face that he had seen countless times in newspapers and hospital materials appeared.

"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"

The mobile phone dropped, and Han Qiuming ran to the end of the corridor. His body became colder and colder, and the voice followed him.

"so painful, so painful, so painful!"

Turning around the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the puppets lay down. He didn't even notice the changes in these puppets and rushed forward frantically.

I do n’t know what happened. He clearly looked carefully, but he still stumbled on his calf. The whole person fell heavily among the puppets, and the high myopia mirror on his face also flew away. Go out!

"My glasses!"

Han Qiuming is lying on the ground, surrounded by a blur, with hands, feet and heads everywhere.

He crawled in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved between the puppets, getting further and further away from him.

What's worse is that in the blur and darkness, countless heads and stumps approached him.

"What ?! Don't come! Help! Help!"