Han Qiuming only had time to let out a scream before his mouth was covered by something.
Boundless fear overwhelmed him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. A cold feeling came from all over his body, and his body was being dragged in a certain direction.
As the door closed, the corridor returned to its original state.
The third ward is very large, and each corridor is far apart, but I was careful and heard some noises during the night.
She hesitated and walked out of the dean's office. This careless girl was cautious and considered every step for a long time.
Turning the corner, there was nothing on the other side of the corridor.
"Where did that guy go? Did he fall into some kind of trap?" Ye Xin walked toward the end of the dark corridor. She suddenly heard footsteps when she was halfway there.
"Han Qiuming's footsteps were hollow and feeble. This man's footsteps were a little steady, like the type who knew the direction and wouldn't waver." Ye Xin hid in the ward next to him and lay down at the crack of the door to peek.
Not long after, an extremely terrifying monster appeared.
He was wearing a red doctor's coat soaked in blood, his face seemed to be stitched together, he had a murderous look on his body, and he was holding an exaggerated giant hammer in his hand.
Blood stains accumulated in the blood tank, and the sharp corners rubbed against the wall. The hammer was not a prop, but a real murder weapon.
"Actor in the third ward?"
Twenty minutes have passed and the actor just appeared at this time?
The first time Ye Xiaoxin panicked after entering the haunted house was when she saw someone on Han Qiuming's back. The second time was now. The monster kept approaching, and Ye Xiaoxin's white and tender fingers couldn't help but grasp the door panel.
This was an experience she had never had in other haunted houses, and she couldn't figure out why.
"Why should I be afraid?"
Seeing the monster wielding the hammer skillfully, Ye Xin instinctively wanted to stay away: "The actors in other haunted houses are just putting on a show, but looking at this doctor, he seems to have really done something cruel with the hammer.
"
It wasn't until the doctor in blood clothes left that Ye Xinxin sneaked out. She took out her note pad and wrote a few words on it, then secretly followed the doctor.
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In the deepest part of the third ward, Guo Miao and Song An were parked outside the doors of wards 9 and 10.
"All the numbers on this corridor are different from other corridors. Among them, the three wards eight, nine, and ten are the most special because only the doors of these three wards are made of iron."
Guo Miao told others about her findings: "Let's focus on checking these three wards first. Don't lose sight of each other. If you find something, remember to call others over immediately and don't touch it without permission."
A few people entered Ward No. 8 first. Anti-theft nets were installed on the windows, and restraints were scattered on both sides of the steel wire bed. The whole room gave people a strange feeling, but after a quick look, they couldn't find the reason for the strangeness.
"In this hospital building..." Guo Miao stared at the steel wire bed for a long time and said uncertainly: "Everything seems to be asymmetrical."
After being reminded like this, other tourists also noticed it.
One side of the wardrobe was smashed and damaged, but the other side was intact; the left side of the hospital bed was normal, but the right side was twisted and folded; even the floor and walls were neat and clean on one side, but covered with dirt on the other side.
"What does this ward want to express? The key clue to breaking the situation is asymmetry?"
The patient in Ward No. 8 is Xiong Qing, a lunatic suffering from hemispace syndrome. The symmetry and harmony in the eyes of normal people are distorted and ugly in his eyes, so the world in his eyes is deformed and sick and needs to be corrected.
Several tourists searched for a long time but found nothing useful, and there was no secret passage in Room 8.
They left room eight and entered ward nine.
Pushing open the iron door, Ward No. 9 is the cleanest room in the third ward. There are no clutter or garbage, and there are no strange things drawn on the walls.
But in an environment like the third ward, the more this happens, the more abnormal this ward feels.
Several tourists rummaged through the boxes but found nothing useful.
"What exactly does Boss Chen want to express? Isn't the difficulty set too high?"
The patient who once lived in Ward No. 9 was Wu Fei, and even Men Nan's character thought this person was very dangerous.
Pushing open the last iron door, several tourists stood outside and smelled a pungent smell.
The hairs on each body stand on end and the scalp becomes tense. This is the body's spontaneous reaction when it may encounter danger.
In Ward No. 10, on the day Chen Ge was doing the trial mission, he never entered the room in reality because the iron door was locked.
"Why don't we leave?" Su Luoluo covered her mouth and nose and stood outside.
"The smell in the room is strong, so you and Xiao Du should not come in."
Guo Miao and Song An entered ward No. 10. The layout of this ward can only be described as crazy.
There are no windows, this is a completely sealed space, and there are no beds, cabinets or anything like that in the ward, just a few smelly quilts thrown around.
Just looking at these things seemed normal, but when they glanced at the wall, both Guo Miao and Song An felt a little frightened.
The walls, floors, and except for the roof are almost all covered with large and small letters written in blood. At first glance, the words seem to come alive and keep dancing in front of your eyes.
What's even more frightening is that on the wall facing the door, there is a man's face embedded in it, with a thin layer that looks like a smile but not a smile.
"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. Artificial glue doesn't have this kind of fleshiness."
"I know."
Guo Miao took a few steps towards the person's face. He raised his hand to touch the person's face to make sure. But his hand was hanging a few centimeters away from the person's face and he couldn't press it down anyway: "Forget it, I
I feel like the clue has nothing to do with this face, and may be hidden in the words in blood."
Guo Miao looked at the blood words around the face. He was surprised to find that the blood words in Ward No. 10 were different from those in the corridor. These sentences had the most basic logic and seemed to be telling a story.
Using his mobile phone to illuminate it, he read it word by word.
"My wife calls me an executioner, my parents don't want to talk to me, my neighbors point fingers at me, and everyone stays away from me."
"I shouldn't live, but I can't find a reason to die."
"I am a murderer of children, yes, I have never denied that."
"I shouldn't have left them alone at home, I shouldn't have forgotten to turn off the fire and left in a hurry to go to work."
"Three lives, my child."
“What can I do to atone for my sin?”
"I want to cut my heart out and show it to you."
"Please stop talking. I'm really sorry. It's all my fault."
"I shouldn't argue with you, I should just endure it silently."
"If my wife and I hadn't quarreled that night, maybe she wouldn't have driven to her parents late at night, and she wouldn't have been hurt by those people."
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault."
"I want to atone for my sins, but how can I atone for my sins now?"
"It's like an iron needle has been placed in my body. The tip of the needle stands in my heart. It hurts every time I take a breath."
"What should I do? At least try hard to live."
"I moved to a completely unfamiliar place and things didn't change at all."
"It's guilt that tortures me. I am the murderer, a murderer who cannot be forgiven."