Fan Cong shook Fan Dade's shoulders, and it took a while for Fan Dade to wake up.
"Where are we?" His eyes finally focused. The tall and burly Fan Dade was lying sideways on the ground, looking very weak.
Seeing his brother's appearance, Fan Cong's lips moved. He couldn't bear to continue talking.
"Have we been escorted out of the haunted house by the staff?"
Fan Cong didn't speak for a long time, and his face looked strange as if he was possessed. Fan Dade realized something was wrong, struggled to get up, and looked around.
The iron door, the morgue, and the sound of wheels lingering in his ears, this familiar feeling made Fan Dade unable to react for a moment.
"Have we experienced this scene before?"
The sound of fingernails scratching the cabinet door became louder and louder, and a low gasp came from the morgue. Fan Cong didn't need to answer, Fan Dade already had the answer in his heart.
The sound of wheels roared and stopped at the door of the room. Cabinet doors were knocked open, blood spattered everywhere, and more monsters than before came out.
With his legs paralyzed, Fan Dade leaned against the door of the No. 2 charnel house, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
The door behind him was hit by someone, and his body trembled along with the door panel. Fan Dade felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
"Stop! Your frequency is too fast! I just woke up! I just woke up!"
Fan Dade was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. Compared with him, Fan Cong seemed calmer.
For smart people, it is impossible to make the same mistake twice.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Fan Cong's calf seemed to be cramped, and he sat on the ground with a thud, falling behind Fan Dade.
"Brother, if you wake up from the coma first, remember not to shake me awake, just let me coma for a while." After saying the last sentence, Fan Cong's eyelids rolled up and he felt "dizzy"
passed.
Before Fan Dade could realize what was going on, the lights in the room had been turned off.
"Brother? Xiao Cong? Fan Cong?!"
The door of the corpse warehouse was knocked open, and Fan Dade was surrounded by several shadows. Fan Dade's screams could be heard throughout the underground scene.
…
Half a minute later, the wall lamp turned on and the passage returned to calm.
The shadow has dissipated, and Fan Dade's body is twitching and standing in the corner. He can no longer spit out more foam.
Slowly opening his eyes, facing down, Fan Cong, who was lying next to Fan Dade, slowly opened his eyes. While he felt scared, there was actually a hint of excitement in his heart.
"As long as you pretend to be dead, you won't be attacked by ghosts? No, it's also possible that my brother attracted all the firepower." Thinking of the scene just now, Fan Cong felt his scalp numb.
"You have to leave this place quickly. It's better to go anywhere than here."
He reluctantly stood up and shook Fan Dade's shoulders: "Brother, wake up! Quick!"
After panicking for a long time, Fan Dade didn't get better. Fan Cong was worried and dragged Fan Dade's arm with both hands, trying to lift him up.
As soon as he lifted Fan Dade up, he heard a sigh coming from the end of the corridor.
"Because syncope caused by fright is a sudden syncope, the first thing you need to do is to let him lie flat on the ground, ensure ventilation, and then perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Moving his body at this time will not do him any good."
This was a strange voice that did not belong to other tourists. Fan Cong didn't hear clearly what the man said. The moment the other person spoke, he let go of his hand and lay down on the spot.
Fan Dade's body also fell to the ground, and the two brothers were lying dead in the middle of the passage.
The man in the distance didn't seem to expect that his kind reminder would scare people unconscious. After a few seconds, the wall lamp dimmed, a dark wind blew in the passage, and four doctors wearing white coats, masks and gloves came over.
Their whole bodies were wrapped tightly, and their faces could not be seen.
"Why did you faint? Were you fine just now? Are your nerves too sensitive?"
"This big guy's physical fitness is really good. He fell several times and his skin was not scratched. He is really strong. The last time I met such a person was in the dissecting room No. 7. He was a brick mover at a construction site who shaved fat.
It was very relaxing.”
"Stop talking nonsense and save him before he wakes up. It's too dangerous to just leave him in the middle of the road."
One of the kind-hearted doctors went to treat Fan Dade, and the others surrounded Fan Cong.
The cold wind blew over his face and his body was very cold, but Fan Cong couldn't stop sweating on his forehead.
"I seem to be surrounded? What should I do? What should a normal person do in this situation?"
His neck felt cold, and a certain doctor sounded a little surprised: "Is he okay? Why did he faint?"
"My heart is beating so fast, I must be pretending to be faint."
"Then he saw a few of us? Why don't we give him..."
While several doctors were discussing, Fan Cong's eyes on the ground secretly shifted by a slit, and happened to collide with the sharp gazes of several doctors.
"Sure enough, he is pretending to be faint." The leading doctor looked the youngest and had the scariest eyes: "What I usually hate the most are those who play tricks."
Smiling awkwardly, the fat on Fan Cong's face trembled. He pressed his fat hands on the ground and tried to sit up: "I didn't expect that there is a doctor in this haunted house. This is very rare in the world, right?
It is indeed the scariest haunted house in Jiujiang.”
He looked at the doctor who was rescuing his brother. He felt strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Surrounded by several doctors, his body was getting colder and colder. Fan Cong forced himself to show a happy fake smile: "Guys, I won't interrupt, you continue."
He put his hand into his pocket, swiped his finger on the screen, and stepped back, not wanting his brother. The best way at this time was to escape by himself.
"Wait a moment."
Several doctors spoke at the same time, focusing on the hand that Fan Cong put into his pocket.
Fan Cong knew that the situation was not good, so he walked faster. After turning a corner, he realized that there was a dead end over there, and the exit was blocked by doctors.
"You are overweight, coupled with continuous frights, your heart rate is not normal. I have professional equipment here. I hope you can cooperate with me to do a test." After the doctor finished speaking, he was not too sure: "It should be
There are instruments, if I remember correctly."
"Will you treat me?" Fan Cong grabbed the phone and slowly approached the doctor. When he was still one or two meters away from the doctor, he suddenly started to speed up.
"I understand your kindness. I know my own body well and don't need you to worry about it!"
Fan Cong's nearly 200-pound body collided with several doctors. He was too frightened to do anything and wanted to fight to the death.
Fan Cong waved his arms wildly and rubbed against the doctor's coat. Fan Cong felt as if his fingertips had touched something.