Chapter 225 The tape recorder that has been working
"Boss, we've come this far, why don't we go back to find him?" Xiao Du felt a little reluctant. Han Qiuming usually spoke harshly, and Du Chaojin had some dislike for him.
"If we don't go look for him, given this guy's character, something might really happen." Guo Miao's face was gloomy, almost dripping with tears: "Maybe something has happened to him now, no! Let's go back now!"
"I also agree with what the boss said." Surprisingly, Song An didn't care about personal grudges at this time and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: "It is most taboo to stay apart when visiting a haunted house. It is best for everyone to get together."
Xiao Du hesitated and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll go back with you to find him."
The most innocent among them was Su Luoluo. She didn't know anything, and she didn't know what the staff of Tianteng Hospital were talking about. She just ran around with her, looking nervous.
"Let's search more carefully and look at every ward." Under the leadership of Guo Miao, several people walked deeper into the haunted house again, checking each ward one by one.
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Han Qiuming and Ye carefully entered the dean's office. There were two compartments inside and outside, with tables, chairs and benches placed.
"The drawers are empty, and there are no books on the bookshelves. It's impossible to judge the personality of the owner of the haunted house based on his reading preferences. But it's okay, there are no books on the bookshelf, which can shorten our search time. Many haunted houses like to hide passwords and clues in books.
Something like that." Han Qiuming was talking to Ye Xingxin, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.
Ye Xinxin and Han Qiuming staggered and walked directly into the back room. She looked at the widened wardrobe.
"Let me know, this wardrobe is obviously specially made. There is a 90% chance that there are haunted house actors or other scary things hidden inside." Han Qiuming stepped forward and opened the door.
The cupboard was empty, there was nothing.
He smiled awkwardly and laughed at himself: "It seems that there is a 10% chance that the situation will happen. It is probably because the haunted house actors have scared Lao Guo and the others and haven't had time to come back."
Ye Xiaoxin completely lost interest in talking to him and tapped the inner wall of the closet: "There must be a reason why there is a special closet in a special room."
When Ye's careful fingers tapped on the partition between the closet and the wall, the sound changed, and it was obvious that the space behind it was empty.
The two of them worked together to open the partition, and a secret passage appeared.
"Internal access to the haunted house staff?"
"Probably not."
There were no lights in the secret passage, so Ye carefully took out her mobile phone to illuminate it. After she and Han Qiuming entered the secret passage, the cabinet door of the dean's office seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.
The secret passage is so narrow that it is difficult to even turn around, but fortunately it is only a few meters away.
At the end of the depressing and narrow secret passage was an iron door. Ye carefully opened the door, and there was a wooden board in front of her. She pushed it open with force, and the scene in front of her changed. This was a ward she had never been to before.
"The dean's office and the ward are connected to each other? What does this arrangement mean?" The real scene in the third ward made Ye Xiaoxin completely immersed in it.
"Does the director treat the patients in this ward as his own private property?" Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: "I heard that some private mental hospitals had chaotic management a few years ago and similar chaos existed."
"It's possible." Ye Xingxin and Han Qiuming entered the house and began to search the room.
There were hospital beds, chamber pots, and wooden chairs with smoothed corners. The furnishings in the ward were very simple, and there didn't seem to be anything special.
"Let's go out and take a look." Han Qiuming opened the door of the ward, and a strange smell poured into his nose, like the smell of medicine and blood mixed together.
He took a small step back, stretched his neck and looked at the corridor outside.
The walls are cracked, and the blood contained in them seems to be flowing, giving people a very strange feeling, as if the building itself is alive and its blood vessels are hidden in the walls.
"It seems we haven't been to this corridor yet."
The scene structure is almost the same, but the feeling is completely different. The third ward uses the horror of scene loop to the extreme. They don’t know what they will encounter if they continue to go down, let alone how many more things will follow.
The corridor awaits them.
The bedding on the ground was badly damaged, and the dummies made of pillows and sheets had their heads exposed, with strange expressions on their faces. No matter which direction they stood, they seemed to be watching them.
Han Qiuming had a desire to retreat. He and Ye Xiaoxin came through a secret passage. He didn't know how far this corridor was from other corridors, nor did he know how many scary things were hidden in it.
He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight to shine towards the side of the passage. The end of the dark and gloomy corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.
"Don't block the road." Ye Xingxin walked out of the ward. Her exposed legs felt a bit cool. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.
"Let's look for it. The tape recorder should be hidden in a room in this corridor." Ye Xin went into the nearby ward to check, while Han Qiuming was still standing there.
His hand holding the door was covered in sweat, and he turned his head and glanced at the door beside him.
The upper part of the ward door is normal, marked with Ward No. 3, but the lower part of the wooden door is a bit scary. It is completely painted red, sticky and bright. What's even weirder is that the red color seems to be alive.
It grows slowly on the door.
"Ward No. 3? Is the number of the ward in this corridor different from the numbers of the wards in other corridors?"
Han Qiuming and Ye Xingxin searched three wards in succession. When they came to the end of the corridor, they found a room with no number or any markings.
"Let's go in and take a look."
The interior space of this room is not large, and it is completely enclosed. The walls are covered with soundproofing cotton, and a restraint bed is fixed against the wall. There are some messy old equipment piled above the bed.
"It's a bit like an electroshock treatment room. I've seen it in many movies about mental hospitals." Han Qiuming looked under the bed, and then walked to the pile of waste equipment. He took a rough look at it, and suddenly
He laughed out loud: "Found it!"
Han Qiuming pushed the electric shock device aside and pulled out a tape recorder.
"I thought this haunted house was so difficult." He tried his best to appear to be nothing more than that, but the excitement on his face betrayed him.
In comparison, Ye Xingxin was much calmer. She looked at the recorder and frowned for the first time since entering the haunted house: "Did you hear anything?"
"Voice?" Han Qiuming didn't know what Ye Xiaoxin was talking about: "It doesn't matter so much, leave quickly. There is a time limit to clear the level. I want to clear the level perfectly today so that Chen can have nothing to say."
"Did you really not hear it?" Ye Xingxin pointed to the tape recorder in Han Qiuming's hand: "The tape inside is spinning and the indicator light is on. This tape recorder has been working."