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My eyes lingered on the doll's cheek for a moment, and I squeezed every inch of its body with both hands: "There are no mechanical parts or silk threads to pull, so how did it suddenly appear on the stairs?"

I really couldn't figure it out, so I threw the doll back where it was and walked up the creaking stairs to the second floor.

The narrow corridor can only accommodate three people passing side by side, and a weird abstract painting hangs on the walls on both sides every few steps.

"There are three rooms on the left and right. There are no special markings on the doors. It seems that we have to go in to find out." I walked to the first door and pushed it to enter, but the harder I pushed, the harder it became to push the door open. It was as if someone inside was deliberately pushing the door open. Even with all his strength, he could only push it open ten centimeters wide.

"Is there anyone in the house?" I took two steps back and kicked the door lock. I heard a crunching sound inside the house, and two foldable spring tubes collapsed.

The door opened and I entered the house. Only then did I see the body of a girl hidden behind the door. The word "jealousy" was carved on the forehead with a knife, and the clothes on her body were stained with bright red.

There was no smell of blood or corpse, it was just a doll made of paint and rubber.

"The door cannot be fully opened. If you squeeze in through the crack of the door, you will indeed feel a little scared when you first see this thing." I brought the lifelike puppet to my eyes and used two sticks behind the fake corpse. The lever is fixed, and when the door is pushed on one side, its head will poke out on the other side.

"This design is scary enough."

If you are not careful, you will be tricked. The haunted house may seem ordinary, but there is a hidden meaning behind every decoration.

I glanced around the room. It was a girl's boudoir. It was very simple. I looked under the bed and in the closet. Although there were scary things hidden inside, it wasn't too scary for me who was mentally prepared. Great lethality.

"They are not here." I sighed. I searched the house and found no trace of Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi. Although the haunted house was full of weirdness, it didn't seem to have much to do with Tie Ningxiang and the others.

I walked out of the bedroom and entered the room opposite. The staff had already finished get off work anyway, so I became much rougher and broke the door directly to save myself the trouble.

The second room should be the bedroom of the child's parents. There are thick quilts piled on the bed and red paint everywhere.

"Compared with Huang Xue's middle-level dream, this haunted house is far worse." I lifted the quilt to reveal the sheets inside. I don't know what mechanism I accidentally triggered. There was a "dong dong" sound from the bed board, as if someone was there. It's the same as tapping inside.

"I've seen thumping noises in coffins, why are you afraid of these little tricks?" The moment he pulled out the sheets, a pale, severed hand stretched out from the gap between the bed boards.

"You're used to it, don't be surprised." I touched my severed hand, with a hint of coolness from rubber. The touch was still very different from human skin.

He opened the bed board and found a boy's "corpse" lying inside, with the word "hate" carved on his forehead. It was made very realistic, it was electric inside, and a wire was connected between the quilt and the bed board. As long as the quilt was lifted, the control switch would automatically turn on, and the rubber corpse would start banging its head against the bed board.

"You old man, please give me peace of mind."

In the dark night, and in a haunted house, the slightest movement will make people concerned, not to mention the banging sound caused by the constant impact. Even if there are no ghosts, just hearing this sound is enough to make people panic.

I cut off the wires and threw the doll onto the bed board. After searching to no avail, I entered the third room.

This was a bathroom that was a bit too big. I entered it and based on my rich experience in spiritual exploration, I stayed away from things like mirrors and went straight into the deepest part. I opened the bathroom curtain and saw a bathtub filled with red paint. There was a plastic "corpse" of a little girl floating inside.

When the "corpse" was fished out, it must be said that the designer of the haunted house paid special attention to details. The word "curse" was engraved on the forehead of this "corpse", the face was swollen and pale, and the symptoms of drowning were very obvious.

Turning around and entering the last room, I carefully opened the door. Everything I saw was normal, but it made people feel chilling.

There was no blood stained with red paint in this last room, and there were no exquisitely made plastic corpses, just a room full of ugly rag dolls.

They were everywhere. As soon as I entered, I felt like I was being stared at by dozens of eyes from different directions: "This house is interesting."

I shuddered and picked up a rag doll. All the facial features were torn off, and then another face was repainted with a red ink pen.

"Every doll in the house seems to have a strange facial expression." I recalled the two dolls at the door, and picked up a few dolls on the ground for comparison. It turned out that the dolls in this room had no expression at all. They are the same, as if they are independent living people, each with its own characteristics.

"This can no longer be described as meticulous, it is simply crazy!" Looking at a room full of dolls, I felt fear for the first time.

"According to the theme introduction outside the haunted house, there should be five children in this house. Four of them were killed and turned into ghosts. If you find the one alive, you can pass the level normally."

I used my chasing eyes to scan the numerous dolls in the room, and soon discovered that a human foot was exposed among the pile of dolls in the corner of the room.

I trudged forward in the room, reached the corner, grabbed its ankles and dragged it out.

"This should be the fourth deceased."

The word despair is engraved on the forehead of the plastic doll. It feels very elastic, but it is completely different from the touch of human skin.

"If a life-size plastic doll can be hidden among a bunch of dolls without being discovered, is it possible... that there are other people hidden here?" I looked at the large group of dolls with various expressions on their faces and bit my tongue. I gritted my teeth and searched the house, not letting go of any possible clues. This was the first thing my teacher told me when I first entered the police academy.

About two-thirds of the way through the search, I suddenly felt my calf touch something.

I looked down and through the overlapping dolls, I could vaguely see a strand of black hair in the gap.

"The fifth plastic doll?" I stretched out my hand to take out the thing buried at the bottom, but before I touched it, a familiar "bang bang" sound suddenly came from the originally quiet corridor!

I was startled, took out my hands and hurried outside, my eyes widened, and I was horrified to find the boy doll lying on the stairs, and his internal electric device was activated, hitting the floor one after another!

Looking at the strange and vivid expression of the doll, I narrowed my eyes and approached with the talisman in hand.

One step, two steps, and when I took the third step, when the plastic "corpse" was in front of me, the picture frame hanging on the wall beside me fell to the ground with a "snap".

It was so sudden that I didn't react until the glass was flying everywhere, and I turned to look at the wall on one side.

A dark hole was revealed in the place that was originally blocked by the picture frame. It was not too big or too small, just big enough for an adult's head.

"It's just a false alarm. This hole should be reserved for the staff. When someone passes by, they will hide behind the picture frame and stick out their heads or arms at any time to scare tourists." This seems to be no problem, but in fact there is a big problem. Why did the window fall down on its own? The staff had already gone off work, and there was no one behind to control it. Why did it fall off on its own, just as I was passing by.

Thinking about it, I was horrified to find that the staff had gone off duty and the haunted house should be unmanned. However, each mechanism was not only perfectly triggered, but also the timing was just right. If it were any other person, it would have collapsed long ago.

"If someone is playing tricks on you, then it's really haunted."

I took another look at the plastic body that was still hitting the ground. I felt a chill down my spine, as if I was being stared at by something.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. It's not midnight yet, and the feeling it gives me is almost the same as the previous live broadcasts. If I wait until midnight really comes, let alone looking for Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi, whether I can save my life is a matter of course. question."

No longer paying attention to the scary doll that was still hitting the ground, I returned to the fourth room, looked at the rag dolls in the room, and recalled where I saw the black hair just now.

"Judging from the color and texture, the hair may belong to a living person..."