"What's wrong with you?" Su Luoluo looked at Du Chaojin, whose face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she became nervous herself.
"I'll tell you the truth, don't be afraid." Xiao Du approached Su Luoluo and said, "I suspect this haunted house is really haunted."
"Don't scare me on purpose." Su Luoluo is a lover of haunted houses and has visited many haunted houses, but she has never seen a haunted house like Boss Chen. Once you enter, it is like a maze, completely open and free to explore.
"Teacher Han's previous inferences were all wrong. There was not a single staff member among the large group of puppets! It was not the people in the haunted house who were moving at all, but the puppets themselves!" Xiao Du clenched his hands tightly, and his finger bones made a crisp sound:
"Teacher Han is hopeless. I want to report this matter to the boss and Brother Song."
"They have gone far, please run slower!"
Xiao Du was anxious and ran forward. Su Luoluo stood in the middle, wondering whether he should chase after him or wait for Teacher Han with Ye Xingxin.
"Is the haunted house haunted? Do the dolls move on their own?" Ye Xingxing took out a note pad and wrote down these two items: "Even the employees of other haunted houses will be deceived. This haunted house is very unusual."
She spoke highly of it: "I haven't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time. I want to have a good time today."
"Looking at the boy's words, he doesn't seem to be lying." Out of good intentions, Su Luoluo reminded Ye Xing: "Let's go faster. We all feel safe together."
"I've always felt that haunted houses and magic are the same thing. They both use illusions to wow tourists. Whoever makes the illusion more real will be more successful." Ye Xing took off her coat and tied it around her waist.
After stretching, the thrilling curve made the only audience present a little unhappy: "From this point of view, the Western Suburbs House of Horror is undoubtedly a success."
"Then you stay here, I'll leave first."
The few tourists had dispersed unknowingly, and no one noticed the red letters on the wall, which were getting darker and darker, as if they were about to bleed.
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"Boss, don't try to persuade me. Han Qiuming does have some abilities, but that doesn't mean we have to be angry with him!" Song An felt sorry for Guo Miao: "He was the one who proposed the design plan, but the content is that we all work together.
We are busy with the production and the specific scene layout, so what does it have to do with him?"
"Okay, okay, I know everything you said. After all, he is the designer hired by the boss." Guo Miao is older and has seen away many things: "The haunted house industry is becoming more and more confusing.
The economy is booming and everyone is just making ends meet, so there is no need to be so tense."
"But look at his triumphant face, and he's still going to file a complaint with the boss? Seriously, if the boss fires you and lets him be the general manager, I will resign immediately." Song An has an upright personality and doesn't
So many flowers and intestines.
"Don't worry, the boss won't agree." After Guo Miao finished speaking, he sighed. He was unsure. After being forced to move out of Xinhai, their haunted house began to go downhill: "Find the tape recorder first. There are still other things outside the haunted house.
The fans of Arita Fuji Hospital are watching and we cannot let them down."
"good."
The two walked in front, and after turning the second corner, they found that the next scene was still a corridor.
"What does this haunted house mean? Just let us go on indefinitely?"
The light became darker, and the corridor walls became darker and mottled, as if they were stained with blood.
Stepping on the uneven bedding and smelling the strange smell of potion and other things, it felt like I had gotten into the esophagus of some monster.
"Boss Chen must have his intention in designing this, maybe to create a more realistic feeling." Guo Miao took off a small piece of wall covering and crushed it easily with his fingers: "On the way here, I found some people outside the room.
The numbers have not been painted out, the numbers of all the rooms in the first corridor start with 4, the second corridor starts with 3, and this corridor starts with 2."
"The numbers are decreasing?"
"I suspect that the real prototype of the entire scene is a four-story building. Boss Chen completely restored it. Each corridor represents a floor in that building." Guo Miao looked at the dilapidated and mottled walls: "
Even the serial number has been retained, and it has been deliberately made old, not missing the smallest detail. This is no longer a simple obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"Yes, I feel the same way. We build haunted houses to scare tourists. Everything Mr. Chen does feels like he carves the scene as a belief, including all the details and the bloody words on the wall.
, it has almost reached the level of morbidity." Song An's anger gradually extinguished, and fear began to take root in his heart: "Walking along the way, I saw countless letters in blood. Our scalp felt numb just looking at it. It is difficult to imagine him.
How did you write those sentences bit by bit?"
"The blood words are old and new. Some were written recently, while others seemed to have been written a few years ago." Guo Miao also began to feel frightened. A picture emerged in his mind - the owner of a haunted house in the dead of night.
He was alone with a bucket filled with red paint, his face was ferocious, and he was in a hysterical state, and he began to write "cruel" words on the wall one after another.
"Before entering the haunted house, I heard from Boss Chen that this haunted house has been in operation for five or six years. Is it possible that they have been creating this scene since his parents' time?"
"It took five years to create such a scene. What did they want?" Because he is also in the haunted house business, Guo Miao is very clear about the time and energy required to create such a scene: "When we were at the entrance of the third ward,
, a few of us lifted up the bed board and took a look, and Boss Chen even did special effects on places that tourists would not notice at all. This behavior is very abnormal."
"Wait a minute, the name of the Third Ward is a bit familiar to me." Song An took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet. The results came out that made his face look bad: "Boss, Hanjiang really has a Third Ward.
This place! Mental patients committed crimes involving murder and imprisonment. Just a few days ago, the police issued a wanted order for patients who had lived there!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is what Boss Chen said true?" Guo Miao's pupils jumped: "How could he carry such an important thing with a single word outside?"
"On the Internet, it is said that the third ward was abandoned five years ago, and his haunted house also opened five or six years ago!" Song An compared the time and found that it matched.
"Oops!" Guo Miao seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Check carefully and see if there is anything related to Boss Chen in the police's wanted list, similar height, weight, dressing style, etc.
"
"Boss, do you suspect that Boss Chen is a former patient in the third ward?"
"Is it possible for a normal person to spend five or six years to restore such a hospital? Every detail is so realistic, I'm afraid only people who have lived there for a long time can do all this!" The more Guo Miao thought about it, the more terrifying he felt:
"This boss Chen passed through Tianteng Hospital with a heart rate below 100 the whole time. How can such a person be a normal person?!"
"How about we stop visiting and go out directly?"
"If you leave now, you may be targeted later."
"Why?"
"The scene in the third ward was originally not open to the public. Boss Chen also said that it was not perfect yet. Now that I think about it, this should be an excuse." Guo Miao was convinced after killing Han Qiuming: "There is probably a big secret hidden here.
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Song An noticed that Guo Miao looked solemn and asked in a low voice: "What's the secret?"
"I asked the administrator of New World Park before I came here, and he accidentally mentioned that Boss Chen's parents disappeared mysteriously six months ago without leaving any clues." Guo Miao looked at the sickly and crazy blood all over the corridor.
Words, I feel like my heart is filled with a chill.
"Missing?" Song An's surprised expression slowly solidified. He seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.