Chapter 219 Everything is the same as the real thing
"Teacher Han, are you sure the right side is not as scary as the left?"
Xiao Du held on to the door handle. He now missed Tianteng Hospital and the iron cabinet that gave him a sense of security.
"Why are you panicking? The man named Chen said it himself. The third ward has not been decorated yet. What is there to be afraid of with an incomplete scene?" Han Qiuming woke up from the initial shock and grabbed the person in charge, Guo Miao.
Arm: "Lao Guo, the two of us will take the lead."
"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao waved her hand: "Didn't you say you were the one walking in front alone?"
"I was afraid that you wouldn't dare to come in and ran away in the middle of the tour." Han Qiuming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but because the light in the haunted house was very dark, no one saw it: "Then I'll take the lead, you guys follow closely
Point, don’t fall behind.”
Han Qiuming pushed the dilapidated iron door completely open, the rust peeled off, and several people entered the third ward.
There was an indescribable strange smell floating in the air, and pills and yellowed case sheets were scattered on the ground. Han Qiuming was walking in front alone, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.
All kinds of crazy words are written on the walls. The combination of those cruel handwritings makes one's scalp numb when reading them. It is not like what a normal person can think of.
What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that after walking a few meters away, the number of bloody words on the wall not only did not decrease, but actually increased.
It’s so dense that not even a single sentence is repeated!
"How did Chen come up with these sentences? Is he really a lunatic?"
Squatting down, Han Qiuming opened a corner of the quilt. Inside was a dummy made of pillows and sheets.
But it was such a crude and playful dummy that made him unable to take his eyes away.
"Can the dummy props in a haunted house still do this? I have been working in the industry for several years, so I have learned a lot." Han Qiuming looked at the weird face on the pillow. It was obviously drawn casually, but it gave people an indescribable weirdness.
Feel.
"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward. Everyone looked in the direction she pointed. The door axis was covered with blood marks dug out by fingernails.
She stretched out her hand and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, it doesn't look like it was dug out with tools."
"If it wasn't dug with tools, how could it be dug out by the designer's hands?" Han Qiuming covered the dummy on the ground with the quilt: "Be careful not to touch the things inside, and be careful to trigger the mechanism, especially...
There are these quilts on the floor, maybe the actors are hiding under the quilts."
He was about to move forward, but several other people did not move. The woman with short hair entered the first ward alone.
The windows were sealed, and outside the cracks in the wooden boards were thick cement walls, giving off a sense of depression and despair, just like a prison cell.
Ye carefully ran her fingers across the bed board and found many gouge marks on both sides of the hospital bed: "Come help, let's lift up the bed board."
"The customs clearance time is only twenty minutes, can you hurry up? Don't worry about the details." Han Qiuming stood outside alone.
Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward and helped Ye Xing to lift the bed board. The scene under the board was somewhat beyond their expectations.
There are strips of black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and broken nails remain in the gaps. It can be seen how painful the person who dug out these blood marks has experienced.
"After the artificial plasma coagulates, it will turn light red. This kind of black-red blood stain..." Song An shrank his neck and said to Ye Xingxing beside him: "It's a bit like human blood."
"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye Xinxin tilted her head and looked at the board, bent down, and brought her nose to the edge of the bed: "There's no smell."
Song An was shocked by the bold move of the short-haired girl. He laughed dryly: "Maybe it's pig blood, maybe cow blood. Haunted houses sometimes use animal blood instead of artificial plasma in order to pursue reality."
"It is normal for props with blood stains to appear in haunted houses, especially in fixed haunted houses like Boss Chen. Many props are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao must have done this.
Thing: "But we can't be careless. There is blood on the bed board, which at least means that something bad happened in that mental hospital before."
Ye Xin nodded and continued to ask: "How do you explain the bloody scratches on the door shaft? It is impossible that the door shaft was also removed from the mental hospital, right?"
Guo Miao was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
"Can't you explain clearly?" Ye Xingxin took out his notebook: "I have visited many haunted houses. Most of those haunted houses are based on scare points. Only this haunted house handles every detail very realistically.
, the owner of the haunted house seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder.”
"I also discovered a very scary thing." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling, and the hideous and bloody words seemed to come to life and revolve around her: "The handwriting of each sentence here is different.
It should not be written by the same person."
"The handwriting is different?" Guo Miao looked at it carefully, and her face turned very ugly: "Really, how did Boss Chen do it?"
"Didn't he say that his haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build it, and I can make it more perfect than him." Han Qiuming took a few steps forward alone, feeling guilty but turned back.
On the door axis, he said casually.
"Would you be willing to spend five years to create a haunted house scene?" Guo Miao felt a little angry. He had arranged everything before, but Han Qiuming messed it up: "Boss Chen must not have lied. This place is unique.
This is the scariest scene in his haunted house. Let’s hurry up and find the recorder and don’t stay here for too long.”
Ever since he entered the third ward, he had a very uncomfortable feeling. After seeing the interior layout of the scene, this feeling became even stronger.
The red scratches on the door hinge, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed, and the bloody letters on the wall all made him feel uneasy.
The memory buried deep in her heart was awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if she had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide again.
"Lao Guo, I really don't know what you are afraid of? His handling of the details of the haunted house is indeed very good, and it looks just like the real thing, but this only shows that he is a better imitator." Han Qiuming glanced at Ye Ye carefully and pushed.
Glasses: "When I experienced a very large fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all their props were real ones that had been used by death row inmates. Compared with others, this haunted house can only be said to be just okay."
"You just want to save face and suffer the consequences."
"I'm telling the truth." Han Qiuming waved to everyone: "There are still sixteen minutes left, everyone should hurry up."
Several people entered the corridor one after another, but Xiao Du was the only one who still stopped at the entrance of the third ward. He looked at the words on the ceiling of his scalp, and his heart beat very fast.
After staring at it for a long time, the seemingly messy and irregular handwriting seemed to be mixed together, and the strokes were connected with each other to form the word "die" of different sizes.
"This place is too evil, I'll just stand guard at the door."
When he walked out of the third ward and looked towards the left corridor, he looked up and suddenly discovered that the dolls that were originally at the end of the left corridor now appeared very close to them.
"what's the situation?"
Du Chaojin took a step back. He didn't dare to stay here alone, and quickly caught up with the other tourists.
After he left, a doll with a school badge hanging around its neck quietly straightened its head.