"Without further ado, let's start exploring now. There are only a few ways to make a haunted house scary. As long as I firmly believe that everything is fake, nothing can scare me. Not only will I not be scared when I see the actors in the haunted house, I will even be scared.
It would be funny." Liu Gang stopped talking to Bai Buhui and walked forward. The eleven-member team officially entered the psychic ghost school.
Ruoyouwu's cries came from the corner, and the children's whispers were caught in the cold wind. This place used to be a paradise, but now there is only an empty corridor.
The half-open wooden door creaked, there were fine writings on the walls, and sharp knives carved out the only good things left in the children's minds.
"It's true. We entered the largest abandoned school in Xinhai a year ago to test our courage. This place gave me a very similar feeling to that school." Lan Dong took out his mobile phone and took a few random photos: "It's not like that.
It is deliberately made old, as if this is what the school originally looked like. Look at the dust in the gaps between the window frames and the traces of burning at the base of the walls."
He touched the wall with his fingers, and there was a layer of burnt paint under the dusty white wall.
"If you want to create this scene, you have to burn the walls and then repaint them. Has the owner of the haunted house even considered such small details?" There are two students beside Lan Dong, one is chubby named Ali, looking at
Very honest, the other one is a girl, very quiet and doesn't like to talk much.
"Perhaps the owner of the haunted house transported the burned walls underground and renovated them." Liu Gang didn't want his audience to think that the haunted house had any highlights. He tried his best to liven up the atmosphere and dilute the scary atmosphere: "Speaking of which,
We've been in for five minutes, and we haven't even seen an actor. The actors in this haunted house are so unprofessional."
"Maybe they are waiting for an opportunity." The male assistant replied with a smile. Just as he was about to move forward, the big ghost and the little ghost at the front suddenly stopped.
"Did you hear a strange sound?" The big ghost who had been silent suddenly spoke. He looked left and right, then turned and stared at the road they came from: "It seems to be coming from behind."
"What sound? Why didn't I hear it?"
"It's a bit like the faucet is not tightened, and the water is falling drop by drop." The big ghost took a few steps back and pushed open the door next to Liu Gan. It was an ordinary-looking toilet with a total of five compartments.
"Be careful, the actors in the haunted house may be hiding in the cubicle." The scary background music penetrated into the ears, the big ghost and the little ghost entered the bathroom, and everyone else stood at the door.
"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us together, so I will pull out the actors and show them to everyone." Xiao Gui took the lead. When he saw the camera filming him, he became even more proud and pushed the door of the first compartment open with all his strength.
.
There was nothing in the narrow compartment, and then he pushed open the doors of the next few compartments, and finally stopped at the door of the fifth compartment.
"It takes so much effort to restore an abandoned toilet. There must be something scary in this place. The sound of dripping water comes from the toilet. There must be something wrong with the last compartment." The little ghost and the big ghost stood on one side, and they used force at the same time.
Push open the door of the last compartment.
"Bang!"
The compartment door hit the wall. There was no one hiding in the last compartment, just a torn-up diary.
"It's a false alarm. It seems we have overthought it." Others entered the toilet one after another, and the little ghost and the big ghost picked up the homework book on the ground, with some words written intermittently on it.
"Don't go into a dripping toilet alone. There may be scary ghosts hiding in the four corners of the stall."
"Don't walk with your head down, cold hands will hold your head."
"Don't stay too long in a room full of posters. They won't be able to get out and will leave you behind."
"Don't bite your fingers, or your nails may be taken away."
"Don't stare at a broken mirror to prevent yourself from finding yourself in the mirror who is different from you."
"Don't read the diary you picked up. If you read his past, you will become him next."
The kid closed the tattered diary and curled his lips: "If I believed this, I wouldn't go to the cemetery to sleep. It's boring."
He threw the diary into the toilet, and at the same time as the diary fell, the door of the first stall in the toilet suddenly closed with a "snap".
His hands trembled, and the kid looked at the other people in the room unhappily: "Who closed the door? Are you sick?"
"No one seems to have touched it." Bai Buhui stood behind the team. He hesitated for a moment, then his palm fell on the door panel of the first compartment. The photographer also pointed the lens at him.
Pushing slowly, there was still nothing in the first compartment.
"There are no mechanisms installed on the door shaft or door frame, so why did it suddenly close? Was it blown by the wind?"
"That's not right!" the male assistant suddenly shouted, startling Liu Gan.
"Don't be so surprised. What did you find?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong." The male assistant smiled a little reluctantly. He quietly leaned into Liu Gan's ear and said, "I have been watching your live broadcast room. Just now the camera was focused on Bai Buhui. When he opened the door,
There seems to be a child on the screen, lying on his stomach in the first cubicle."
"If you read it correctly, then the barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded a long time ago." Liu Gan glanced at his live broadcast room. The barrage was normal. It seemed that only the male assistant saw the scene just now: "I should have known.
I won’t take you with me this time, don’t scare yourself, it’s a live broadcast now, it would be too embarrassing if you were scared.”
After Liu Gan was photographed by the camera, he immediately regained his composure: "Okay, there's nothing to see in this toilet. Let's go find the oil painting quickly and try to complete the task half an hour early."
"Yeah." Bai Bugui also felt it was weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird.
Everyone walked out of the toilet. Only the male assistant was still confused. He looked down at the live broadcast on his phone and shook his head: "Maybe I saw it wrong."
Just as he was about to walk out, the male assistant suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if he had been pinched by a cold little hand.
"who?!"
Turning his head suddenly, the male assistant saw a gray foot passing by in the fifth cubicle.
"What is it?" He didn't have the courage to run over and take a look. When the little ghost and the big ghost left the toilet, he ran out without anyone staying in the toilet.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Red liquid dripped from the water pipes, and shallow water stains appeared on the four corners of the toilet, which looked like four human faces.
The male assistant clutched the phone tightly and squeezed to Liu Gan's side. He didn't know whether he should tell Liu Gan what he had just seen.
He was very uneasy now. Even if he stayed in the center of the crowd, he couldn't get rid of the panic.
He looked back at the toilet from time to time. Weird background music penetrated his ears, and the footsteps behind him became chaotic. It seemed that something would come out as he walked.