"So simple?" Han Qiuming and several other staff members of Tianteng Hospital found it incredible. The recorder was so big that they thought it was easy to find it.
"Boss Chen, are you kidding me?" Ye Xingxing took out her notebook. She had reviewed so many haunted houses. This was the first time she saw a haunted house treating finding a tape recorder as an experience project.
"That tape recorder was originally taken from Tian Teng Hospital, so I just took this opportunity to return it to them." Chen Ge locked several exemption agreements in the cabinet, maybe he didn't know when he would be able to use them.
"Have you given up?" Han Qiuming seemed a little disappointed.
"Please come this way." Chen Ge ignored him and led the way. Several people walked through the corridor and arrived at the door of the zombie resurrection night scene.
"It looks like the props from the beginning of the century have not been maintained for half a month. The puppets are made like those made by children. Various props are piled up in a haphazard manner. There is no story or plot. You want to use such a scene to insult us.
Is that so?" Han Qiuming's eyes were very poisonous, and he immediately revealed the problem of zombies being resurrected at night.
Not to mention the staff of Tianteng Hospital, even Ye Xinxin and Su Luoluo felt that this scene had no highlights.
Han Qiuming commented on the shortcomings of the zombie resurrection night and was about to enter, but was stopped by the person in charge, Guo Miao.
"Lao Guo, why are you stopping me?"
The person in charge of Tianteng Hospital shook his head. His heart was beating fast and he felt something was wrong: "The atmosphere in this place is very strange."
"What's weird?"
"I can't put it into words, it's just different from ordinary rooms, it has a special feeling." The person in charge took a breath: "I had a similar feeling when I went to the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen's accident occurred before for a field trip. In my heart in broad daylight
I was so panicked that I only read a fifth of it and ran out."
"Don't scare yourself." Han Qiuming shook off the person in charge's hand and entered the zombie resurrection night.
"I stopped using this scene a long time ago. For some reasons, I kept it and never changed it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiuming and thought of Fei Youliang for some reason. Perhaps Fei Youliang was in the hospital after Teacher Han visited.
You won't feel lonely anymore.
After lifting the wooden board, a gust of cold air rushed to the ground. Chen Ge glanced at the several tourists and pointed to the dark stairs: "The third ward you want to visit is underground."
"underground?"
Several tourists gathered around and looked at the stairs leading to nowhere, and an inexplicable emotion began to grow in their hearts.
There were unfinished test papers left on the cracked steps, and there was a faint strange smell floating in the air. It wasn't pungent, but it was easy for people to have bad associations.
"On the left is Muyang Middle School, and on the right is the third ward. The two scenes are connected to each other, so don't go wrong." Chen Ge gave a few final words of caution: "These two scenes cover a very large area, so you'd better
Don’t spread out.”
After the explanation, Chen Ge took out his mobile phone: "Find the recorder within twenty minutes, take it out, and the game is over."
None of the tourists moved. In the end, no one knew who pushed Han Qiuming from behind. The haunted house designer with highly myopic glasses stood up.
"Don't waste time."
At Chen Ge's urging, several tourists stepped onto the stairs and entered the underground scene.
After the last person entered, Chen Ge picked up the wooden board next to him and waved to them: "I wish you have a good time."
The wooden board was closed and Chen Ge returned to the main control room. He had trouble selecting the background music of the haunted house.
When entertaining ordinary tourists on weekdays, he rarely uses the background music of Black Friday and Wedding Dress, only occasionally included in the tracks as easter eggs.
"Han Qiuming is the designer of the haunted house. He can see all the shortcomings of the zombie resurrection night at a glance. This person is really capable. Other staff at Tianteng Hospital have long been accustomed to the atmosphere of the haunted house, and ordinary scare points cannot scare them at all.
Among them, Ye Xiaoxin is a professional haunted house evaluator and naturally very courageous. Only Su Luoluo is an innocent person who was tricked by the person in charge."
Chen Gesi thought about it and realized that tourists are all professionals. It would be disrespectful to let them go at this time.
Clicking the mouse, Chen Ge hesitated between the two background music: "Which one is more suitable? Forget it, only children can make choices. We are all adults, there is no need to worry."
He added both songs to the list, then walked to the dressing room, put on the Dr. Skull Crusher uniform, and touched up his makeup.
"They shouldn't have thought that the face under the human skin mask would be even more terrifying, right?"
After everything was packed up, skull-crushing doctor Chen Ge entered the scene of the third ward holding the faceless nurse uniform.
…
The wooden board above the head slowly closed, seeming to be cut off along with the warmth and hope.
Du Chao, the youngest, shuddered. Before he entered the scene for more than ten seconds, he was already regretting that he should not have impulsively agreed to the person in charge yesterday.
"I should learn from Sister Qin and Brother Lin. I'm still too young."
A cold wind came from nowhere and blew gently. The blank test papers fluttered on the ground in the corridor on the left, making a rustling sound. There were faint shadows of people moving in the classrooms on both sides, as if something had noticed them.
The light was very dim, and several tourists stood there for a minute. Finally, the person in charge, Guo Miao, stood up and said, "Teacher Han, you are the most experienced person here. We can rely on you today."
Han Qiuming pushed up his glasses and observed carefully after entering the haunted house. In terms of atmosphere and scene restoration, the Western Suburbs Horror House surpassed most of the haunted houses he had seen before.
"No wonder it dares to be called the scariest haunted house in Hanjiang on the Internet. It's a bit interesting."
They stood in the corridor and looked into the distance. At the end of the passage on the left, there were many dummies standing or lying in strange postures.
After staring at the dummies for a while, several tourists had a creepy feeling, as if the dummies were also looking at them.
"Boss, did the head of the puppet on the ground just turn?" Song An grabbed Guo Miao's forearm.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No." Guo Miao's expression was not very good: "But I feel that the female student doll in the middle smiled at me."
"I think I saw it too. Did she take a step this way? Why does she feel like the distance is getting closer?"
"It must be an illusion..."
"Are you two done?" Han Qiuming walked in front alone: "The scarier the scene on the left, the better it is for us. You should thank me properly."
"Thank you for what?" Xiao Du was hiding at the back, thinking about whether to escape.
"That boss Chen must have no good intentions! The scene on the left should be the main scene of his haunted house, which is the most terrifying. Fortunately, I saw through his thoughts in advance." Han Qiuming walked to the passage on the right, where is a hospital door.
He grabbed the door handle with both hands and said, "If it weren't for me, you would have gone to the left to visit now."
"That makes sense." Xiao Du agreed.
Song An also nodded: "The scene on the left is very scary at first glance. Fortunately, I chose the scene on the right. Teacher Han did a good job."
They all walked to the right passage. Only the person in charge, Guo Miao, felt uneasy: "Boss Chen gave me a good impression. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who can lie."
"Whether he lied or not, we will find out when we open the door and take a look."
Several people stood in the middle of the aisle on the right, and Han Qiuming opened the door of the third ward with both hands.
The rust fell off, the iron door made a harsh sound, the strong smell of medicine shocked the senses, hysterical scratches and bloody words remained on the mottled walls, and there were faint screams coming from the opened ward.
What is even more shocking is that on this endless black corridor, there are countless dummies wrapped in quilts, like raised graves.
"this……"
Their hands and feet were numb, and several people outside the door felt as if their bodies were frozen, and a chill surged down their spines to the top of their heads.