"You should go first. I heard that this haunted house adopts a fear rating system. It is rare to enter the most difficult scene. I want to go around again." Ye Xingxin stood in the dean's office without coming out.
The noise from the tape recorder became louder and louder, and other sounds were faintly added to the sound of electricity.
It looked like someone was breathing or crying.
Han Qiuming looked at the time and saw that there were only more than two minutes left. He did not force it: "Okay, then please pay attention to your safety."
After saying that, he took the tape recorder and ran outside alone.
Looking at Han Qiuming's running back, Ye Xin's calmness was broken, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened wide.
"Why does it seem like there's a person crawling on his back?"
She is a staunch atheist, and it is precisely because of this that she can enter various haunted houses to conduct evaluations without restraint. She firmly believes that all of them are fake.
But just now, she saw something that she couldn't explain at all with her previous experience.
"Who is the person lying on his back? It must be a person, right?"
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Han Qiuming took the tape recorder and ran with all his strength: "There are still two minutes!"
His body was getting colder and colder. Han Qiuming didn't know what was wrong. The coldness came from his back, penetrated into his body, and went towards his heart.
"pain……"
There was a voice in his ear, as if it was a woman lying on his shoulder.
"Who!" Han Qiuming turned his head suddenly and looked behind him. There was nothing on his shoulders.
"Did I hear wrongly?"
He speeded up, and now there was only one thought in his mind, get out of here quickly.
"I've got the stuff, I'll win as soon as I go out, and I can earn back the face Tian Teng Hospital lost!"
Han Qiuming ignored it, accelerated his speed, and ran forward like crazy.
"It hurts..."
The voice came closer, from the shoulder to the ear, as if it was going to penetrate the ear hole.
"It hurts!"
"Ah!" Han Qiuming waved his hands fiercely at the air: "Get out! What the hell!"
No one around him responded, and there was only his own echo and the rustling sound of electricity in the dark corridor.
"Is this tape recorder causing trouble?" Apart from himself, the only thing that could make a sound was the tape recorder. Han Qiuming held it in front of his eyes, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light turned from green to red at some point.
"Is that it?"
Han Qiuming racked his brains and couldn't figure out what the reason was. Time was decreasing. He gritted his teeth, picked up the tape recorder and continued running forward.
"There must be something wrong with the tape recorder, but it itself is the key to successfully completing the level! After finally finding it, how could it be thrown away? Wouldn't that be a waste of all the hard work?"
Han Qiuming scolded Chen Ge in his heart: "Shameless! So despicable!"
Now you just need to run out with the tape recorder to clear the level, but this is also the most confusing part. I feel reluctant to throw away the tape recorder, but if I don't throw it away, I have to face the horror caused by the tape recorder.
There is no way, this is almost an unsolvable scene level for ordinary people!
"Fight!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth. In order to clear Chen Ge's haunted house, he really risked his life.
As I ran all the way, my shoulders became heavier and heavier, and something seemed to be pressing on my back, and a cold feeling penetrated into my bones.
"It hurts..."
The voice behind him gradually became clearer, changing from a vague male voice to a female voice.
It sounds more mature, with a hint of helplessness and despair.
"Wait a moment!"
When this voice sounded, Han Qiuming's hair stood on end: "Where have I heard this voice before?"
He was almost stunned. He was in a haunted house with no connections, and in such a crisis situation, he actually heard an extremely familiar voice.
"Where did you hear it?"
Cold sweat slid down his forehead. He knew very few female friends, and none of them matched his age.
"No, I must have heard it somewhere."
Memories deep in his mind emerged, and Han Qiuming suddenly remembered a night more than half a year ago.
He was revising the design plan of Tianteng Hospital. In order to increase the attraction of the haunted house, he resolutely included the mysterious deaths of Xu Zhenzhen's father and daughter as a gimmick in the production of the haunted house, regardless of the objections of others.
In order to design a hidden line and make the female ghost Xu Zhenzhen appear more real, he searched for a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.
This woman used to work in her father's hospital, but was later fired because of a doctor-patient dispute. The patients were so violent that the video even leaked online.
The patient's family members ran to the hospital to make trouble and accuse Xu Zhenzhen. Xu Zhenzhen, who was wearing a white coat, was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.
She defended in a low voice, but no one listened carefully to her words. Later, the situation got out of control. She was pushed to the ground and her finger was stepped on by someone unknown.
"It hurts..."
"Yes! That's the sound!"
Han Qiuming's scalp was about to explode. He heard the voice of a dead man in the haunted house!
Throwing the tape recorder on the ground, even if he gave Han Qiuming ten more courages, he would not be willing to get close to the tape recorder again.
"Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice enter the tape recorder? Was it specially made by someone named Chen? Impossible! He didn't even know that we were coming to the third ward at first, and the scene was temporarily changed because of my suggestion." Han
Qiu Ming really wanted to slap herself hard: "I'm such a mean-mouthed person!"
"The tape recorder is originally from Tianteng Hospital. Could it be that the Xu Zhenzhen I invented has turned into a real ghost?" His body surface temperature was dropping, his skin was cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier and heavier: "Run out first, it's too weird.
, this place is too evil.”
Han Qiuming ran forward, but within a few steps he began to pant from exhaustion. The quilt was so soft that he couldn't bear to step on it, and his body felt heavier and heavier.
"What's going on? It's like he's carrying something?" Han Qiuming glanced behind him. He threw the tape recorder in the corner. Because it fell on the bedding, there was no damage and he continued to work.
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"I have to escape."
The recorder was far away, but the rustling sound of electricity was still ringing in my ears.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
The woman's voice kept torturing Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually turned ferocious: "Stop the quarrel! I told you to stop quarreling!"
He punched the air and turned around in circles, trying to find where the sound came from. He always felt that there was a woman's face talking on his back.
"roll!"
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the strong light, then pointed it behind him and turned on the camera function. When he turned the camera, a familiar face that he had seen countless times in newspapers and hospital information appeared.
"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"
The phone dropped and Han Qiuming ran towards the end of the corridor desperately. His body became colder and colder, and the voice followed him like a shadow.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Turning the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the dolls lay. He didn't even notice the changes in the dolls and rushed forward crazily.
But he didn’t know what was going on. He had clearly looked at the road carefully, but his calf was still tripped by something. He fell heavily among a bunch of dolls, and the high-precision myopia glasses on his face were thrown away!
"My glasses!"
Han Qiuming was lying on the ground, surrounded by a blur, with hands, feet and heads everywhere.
He crawled towards the direction where his glasses were, but the glasses moved between the dolls, getting further and further away from him.
What's worse is that in the blur and darkness, countless heads and broken bodies are approaching him.