I Have an Adventure House

"Teacher Han, are you sure there is no horror on the right?"

Xiao Du leaned on the door handle. He now misses Tian Teng Hospital and the iron cabinet that can bring him a sense of security.

"What do you panic? The surnamed Chen himself also said, the third sick building has not been finished, what is so scary about a broken scene?" Han Qiuming sobered from the initial shock, he grabbed the person in charge Guo Miao 'S arm: "Lao Guo, the two of us take the lead."

"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao shook his hand: "Don't you say you are walking alone in front of you?"

"I'm afraid that you dare not come in. I ran halfway through the visit." Han Qiuming's face was the same as the bottom of the pot, but no one saw it because the light in the haunted house was very dark. Do not leave behind.

Han Qiuming pushed open the old iron gate completely, the rust fell off, and several people entered the third sick building.

There was a strange smell that could not be heard in the air. There were pills and yellowing case lists scattered on the ground. Han Qiuming walked alone in front, and the more he looked, the more he was shocked.

All kinds of crazy words and crazy words were written on the walls. The cruel handwriting was combined to make the scalp numb. It was not like what a normal person could think of.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that he had walked a few meters away, and instead of reducing the number of blood words on the wall, he had become more.

It's so dense that it doesn't even repeat a sentence!

"How did the surname Chen think of these sentences? Won't he really be a lunatic?"

Crouching down, Han Qiuming lifted the corner of the bedding, and inside was a dummy made of pillows and sheets.

But it was such a rough dummies that played like a joke, but made him unable to look away.

"Can the dummy props in the haunted house still be able to do this? I have been doing it for a few years now. I have seen it for a long time." feel.

"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward, and everyone looked in the direction of her finger, and the door shaft was full of blood stains dug from her nails.

She reached out and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, not like it was dug out with a tool."

"It wasn't digged with tools, could it be digged by hand by the designer?" Han Qiuming covered the bedding and covered the dummy on the ground: "You must not touch the things inside, and trigger the organs carefully, especially These bedding on the ground, maybe the actor is hiding under the quilt. "

He was going to continue to move forward, but the other few did not leave, and the woman with short hair entered the first ward alone.

The windows were sealed, and the thick concrete walls outside the cracks in the wood showed a kind of depression and despair, like a prison cell.

At night, caress your fingers across the bed board, and many scratches were found on both sides of the bed: "Come on, let's lift the bed board."

"The customs clearance time is only twenty minutes, can you hurry up and do something? Don't care about the minutiae." Han Qiuming stood alone.

Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward to help Ye carefully lift the bed board. The scene under the board was somewhat unexpected.

There are black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and cracked nails remain in the gaps. It can be seen how painful the person who digs this blood stain has experienced.

"After the artificial plasma coagulates, it will appear light red, this black-red blood stain ..." Song An shrank his neck and said carefully to the night around him: "It's a bit like human blood."

"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye carefully tilted her head to look at the board, bent down, and leaned her nose to the edge of the bed board: "There is no strange smell."

Song An was shocked by the bold action of the short-haired girl, and he laughed aloud: "It may be pig blood or cow blood. The haunted house sometimes uses animal blood instead of artificial plasma in pursuit of truth."

"It is normal to see **** props in haunted houses, especially fixed haunted houses like boss Chen. Many props were bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao should have done this Things: "But we can't carelessly, there is blood on the bed, at least it shows that something very bad happened in that mental hospital before."

Ye nodded cautiously and continued to ask: "How to explain the **** scratches on the door shaft? It is impossible to remove the door shaft from the mental hospital?"

Guo Miao was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Did you say anything?" Ye carefully took out her book: "I have visited many haunted houses, and most of those haunted houses make articles near the startle point. Only the details of this haunted house are dealt with really. , The boss of the haunted house is like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. "

"I also found a very terrifying thing." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling, and the **** words seemed to come alive, turning around her: "The handwriting of each sentence here is different. It should not have been written by the same person. "

"Different handwriting?" Guo Miao looked closely and his face became very poor: "Really, how did Boss Chen do it?"

"Don't he say that this haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build, and I can do more perfect than he." On the door shaft, casually said.

"Will you sink your heart and build a haunted house scene in five years?" Guo Miao was a little angry. He had already arranged everything before, but he was messed up by Han Qiuming: "Boss Chen must not have lied. It ’s the most terrifying scene in his haunted house. Let ’s hurry up and find the recorder. Do n’t stay here too long. ”

Since entering the third sick building, he had a very uncomfortable feeling, which became stronger after seeing the layout inside the scene.

The red scratches on the door shaft, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and the blood words on the wall surface made him uneasy.

The memory deep in his heart was awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if he had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide.

"Lao Guo, I really don't know what you are afraid of? The details of his haunted house are indeed very good, and he does the same as the real one, but this only shows that he imitated it better." Han Qiuming glanced over the night carefully, pushing Glasses: "When I was in a very large fixed haunted house experience abroad, the staff there told me that all of their props were real guys used by death row prisoners. Compared with others, this haunted house can only be said to be okay."

"You're just going to die face-to-face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I call this the truth." Han Qiuming beckoned everyone: "There are still sixteen minutes, let's hurry up."

Several people entered the corridor one after another. Only Xiao Du stopped at the entrance of the third sick building. He looked at the text on the ceiling of the scalp and his heart was beating quickly.

After watching for a long time, the seemingly messy and irregular handwriting seems to be mixed together, and the strokes are connected to each other, forming a variety of "dead" characters.

"This place is so evil, I'll just keep at the door."

When he walked out of the third sick building and looked towards the left passage, he suddenly looked up and found that the puppets that were originally at the end of the left corridor appeared at this time close to them.

"what's the situation?"

Du Chao took a step back, he did not dare to stay here alone, and quickly caught up with other tourists.

After he left, a puppet with a school tag hanging on his neck quietly straightened his head.