Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 224: The most special tourist
Chapter 224 The most special tourist
"It's very realistic, it's like the sight of coming to the murder scene." I leaned against the wall, and I didn't push any of the doors of the ward, because I almost felt the temper of the designer. And move the whole body, as long as I touch one of the organs, then more fear will flood in like a tide.
"Although the inside of the ward looks scary, there is no place to hide people. Neither Tie Ningxiang nor the light red figure can hide in it."
Continue to move forward, this stupid "S"-shaped corridor, basically every few steps, I will encounter a corner with blocked vision. Every time I turn my head, I am very cautious, for fear of colliding with something.
Sweeping the first floor was fruitless. I walked up the stairs to the second floor, and before I went up, I heard some strange noises.
"Is there someone on the second floor?" I bent down and crept up the stairs like a wild cat.
The environment on the second floor feels more complicated than that on the first floor. The corridors are narrowed, there are more wards, and there are sundries everywhere on the ground.
"What is this?" The flashlight shone, and a spot of light suddenly reflected among the old bandages and discarded medicine bottles all over the place.
I removed the bandages and trash, and found a pair of iron pliers used by dentists in the 1990s to extract teeth from underneath.
It was stained with black and red blood. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was the original color.
"It turned out to be a real guy."
Tossed a few times casually, it is heavy and made of pure steel. I ran my fingers around the edges of the pliers, and they were rough and sticky.
"There is an iron tong buried in a pile of garbage? What do you mean? Isn't the designer of the haunted house afraid that the tourists will lose their minds and use it to attack the staff?" I have doubts about the reason why the iron tong appears here. "Keep your self-defense. If you really encounter a murderer, I won't be helpless."
Picking up the iron tongs, I walked in the corridor for a while, passed three wards in a row, and when I passed the fourth ward, my eyes were fixed on that direction.
There is a closet and a very ordinary hospital bed in the room. Just looking at these furnishings, it seems that there is not much difference from other wards. The only difference is that there is a woman sitting upright on the white bed sheet.
Her long dry and yellowed hair hangs on her shoulders, her head is lowered, and her back is facing the door of the ward.
"It should be a dummy." I shook the flashlight a few times, but there was no response from the other party, but just as I was about to leave, a woman's suppressed cry for help came from the room.
"Help me, help me." The voice was like a mosquito, very thin, very low, as if lying in the ear and begging.
"This voice is too real." I couldn't move my footsteps, and after a moment of hesitation, I pushed open the door of the ward.
The woman with her back to me sat motionless on the hospital bed. I shook the flashlight, but she still didn't respond under the light.
"It can't be a real person, although the body is very similar." I took out the iron tongs with one hand, and slowly walked around to the front of the woman.
The plastic face is wrinkled, and the facial features have been blurred. There is still a tape recorder in her arms.
"False alarm." I picked up the tape recorder in the woman's arms, thinking to turn it off, but who knew that after I pressed the switch, a woman's hysterical cry suddenly came out of the tape recorder!
I quickly pressed the switch again, and then the sound stopped.
"Strange, the tape recorder was not turned on just now, but I clearly heard a woman calling for help." Putting down the tape recorder, I was thinking, when that strange sound came from the corridor outside.
"Is someone here?" Looking left and right, only the wardrobe in this ward can hide people temporarily, so I opened the door without thinking much.
As soon as the wooden cabinet door was opened, a hideous patient "corpse" inside opened its arms and rushed towards me.
Unable to dodge in time, I hugged it firmly.
"I knew there was something wrong with this closet." Cursing secretly, I carried the "corpse" into the closet and closed the closet door.
Waiting in this kind of place is the most difficult thing. Every second, the fear will increase sharply. There seems to be something fermenting in the air, and sweat runs down my forehead and across my cheeks.
"Here we come!" I turned off the flashlight, used my eyesight, and looked out through the hole in the cabinet.
The strange noise stopped at the door, and a beam of light came in after a while.
"Is it a living person?" When I was hesitating whether to go out and say hello to the other person, I suddenly saw the horrible attire of that person.
With a fat clown mask on his face and several huge scars left by stitches on his body, he was wearing a shabby blood-stained white coat. prosthetics.
If I just saw these, I don't have any reason to doubt the other party, but when I put my eyes on his other hand, I hesitated. In his other hand he held a bright axe, blood still dripping from the blade.
"Really?"
The haunted house in Paradise doesn't use real ones to scare tourists, does it? The blood fell drop by drop on the ground, and the ticking sound was very clear in the silent night.
The man straightened his clown mask and entered the house with a flashlight.
He went around to the front of the woman, picked up the tape recorder and shook it a few times, and then pressed the switch. The woman's cries and wailing resounded throughout the ward. He listened for a while to make sure there was no problem, and then turned off the tape recorder.
He didn't say a word during the whole process. After putting down the tape recorder, he walked around the house with an ax in hand.
He looked at the cabinet where I was hiding several times, but for some unknown reason, he was always afraid and didn't dare to open the cabinet door.
It took two or three minutes for the weirdo to leave, and I didn't come out of the closet until he dragged his plastic prosthesis away.
Closing the cabinet door, I immediately found the red liquid dripping from his axe.
"The smell of rust, it's not paint, it's blood!"
The moment I got this answer, I turned off all the lighting tools on my body, and adjusted the brightness of the live broadcast of the underworld show to the darkest.
"The man was wearing a doctor's coat, but he was wearing a clown mask. He looked nondescript, probably to deliberately cover his true face."
It was a crucial turning point for me to judge that the red liquid was blood.
There may be a real murder hidden in the haunted house, and the murderer should be the doctor wearing a clown mask. I am not sure whether he has anything to do with the disappearance of Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi, but as long as he is caught, It was as if I had found a breakthrough.
"The opponent is a human and not a ghost. This is good news for me." Taking out the iron tongs, I stood against the wall and let my eyes adapt to the darkness.
After six live broadcasts, I am not afraid of the dark, but I am used to the feeling of being surrounded by darkness. Sometimes it is like a natural protective color.
"The theme of this haunted house is to escape from the pursuit of a murderer, but today I have to do the opposite." The doctor in the mask is not very dangerous, and I have a high success rate in hunting him.
Tucking the flashlight into my pocket, I walked out of the room with the Hell Show phone in one hand and iron tongs in the other.
"You should have never met a tourist like me." Looking at the dark corridor, I didn't feel much fear in my heart. .
"The height and appearance of the crying clown at the parade are different from that of the doctor. There may be more than one murderer, so I have to be more careful."
I'm not familiar with the terrain, but the sound of the chains making the doctor walk is my biggest advantage.
I walked all over the second floor and didn't see a doctor. I checked everything in the ward and found nothing valuable.
I just saw a road map on the wall at the end of the corridor, which roughly drew the internal structure of the three-story building.
There are two corridors on the left and right, a total of three floors, a total of sixteen sick rooms and two secret rooms. The so-called secret rooms are places where people can rest. is hidden.
"Could Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi be hidden in a secret room? It seems that I have to play this game seriously."