"That's it?" Han Qiuming and the other workers from Tian Teng Medical School were in disbelief. The recorder was so big that it should have been easy for them to find it.
"Mr Chen, you're not kidding, right?" Ye Xiaoxin took out her notebook. She had reviewed many Haunted Houses, but this was the first time that she had seen a Haunted House that included finding a recorder as an experience.
"The recorder was taken from Tian Teng Medical School, so I'll use this chance to return it to them." Chen Ge locked the disclaimers inside the cupboard. He had no idea when he would need them.
"You've already given up?" Han Qiuming sounded disappointed.
"This way, please." Chen Ge ignored him and led the way. They walked down the corridor to the entrance of the Night of the Living Dead scenario.
"A prop from the beginning of the century. It looks like it hasn't been maintained for half a month. The mannequins look like they were made by a child, and the props are all over the place. There's no story or plot. Are you trying to use this scenario to humiliate us?" Han Qiuming's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the problem with Night of the Living Dead.
Not only the workers from Tian Teng Medical School, even Ye Xiaoxin and Su Luoluo did not think there was anything special about this scenario.
Han Qiuming commented on the many flaws of Night of the Living Dead and was about to enter when he was stopped by the manager, Guo Miao.
"Ol 'Guo, why are you stopping me?"
The manager shook his head. His heart was racing, and he felt like something was wrong. "The atmosphere here is weird."
"What's weird about it?"
"I can't tell, but it's different from a normal room. There's something special about it." The manager sucked in a cold breath. "When I visited the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen died, I had a similar feeling. I panicked in the middle of the day, and I ran out after one-fifth of the tour. "
"Stop scaring yourself." Han Qiuming shrugged off the manager's hand and entered Night of the Living Dead.
"I stopped using this scenario a long time ago, but due to some reason, I've been keeping it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiuming, and for some reason, he was reminded of Fei Youliang. Perhaps after Mr. Han's visit, Fei Youliang would not feel so lonely at the hospital.
Pulling open the wooden board, a wave of cold air rushed up. Chen Ge scanned the visitors and pointed at the dark stairs. "The Third Sick Hall that you're visiting is underground."
"Underground?"
The few visitors gathered around. They looked at the staircase that led to nowhere, and a strange emotion started to form in their hearts.
Unfinished test papers were left on the burnt stairs, and there was a faint, strange smell in the air. It was not pungent, but it could easily make people think of something bad.
"The left is Mu Yang High School, and the right is the Third Sick Hall. The two scenarios are connected, so don't get lost." Chen Ge reminded them one last time, "These two scenarios take up a lot of space. It's best if you don't split up."
After that, Chen Ge took out his phone. "Find the recorder in 20 minutes. Take it out, and the game will end."
The few visitors did not move. In the end, someone pushed Han Qiuming from behind, and the Haunted House designer with a pair of spectacles stepped forward.
"Don't waste time."
With Chen Ge's urging, the few visitors climbed the stairs and entered the underground scenario.
After the last person entered, Chen Ge picked up the wooden board next to him and waved at them. "Have fun."
The wooden board closed, and Chen Ge returned to the main control room. He was troubled when he was choosing the background music for the Haunted House.
Normally, when he was entertaining normal visitors, he rarely used Black Friday and Wedding Dress as background music. He only used them occasionally as Easter eggs.
Han Qiuming is a Haunted House designer, and he was able to see through the flaws of Night of the Living Dead with one glance. The other workers from Tian Teng Medical School are used to the Haunted House's atmosphere, and normal scare points will not scare them. Ye Xiaoxin is a professional Haunted House reviewer, so naturally, she is brave. Only Su Luoluo is an innocent bystander who was tricked by the manager.
Chen Ge thought about it. The visitors were all professionals, and it would be disrespectful to go easy on them.
Clicking the mouse, Chen Ge wandered between the two background music. Which one is more suitable? Never mind, only a child would make a choice. We're all adults, so there's no need to hesitate.
He added both songs into the playlist and walked to the dressing room. He put on Doctor Skull-cracker's outfit and touched up his make-up.
They won't expect the face under the mask to be even scarier, right?
After packing everything up, Chen Ge hugged the faceless nurse's outfit and entered the Third Sick Hall.
…
The wooden board above them slowly closed, and even the warmth and hope seemed to have been cut off.
The youngest, Du Chaojin, shivered. He had only been in the scenario for less than ten seconds, and he was already regretting his decision. He should not have agreed to the manager's request yesterday.
I should learn from Sister Qin and Brother Lin. I'm still too young.
A cold breeze that came out of nowhere blew past them. The blank test papers on the left side of the corridor fluttered on the ground, making a rustling sound. There were shadows moving in the classrooms on both sides of the corridor, as if something had noticed them.
The light was dim, and the visitors stood where they were for a minute. Finally, it was the manager, Guo Miao, who stepped forward. "Mr. Han, you're the most experienced among us, so we'll be counting on you today."
Han Qiuming pushed on his glasses. He had been studying the Haunted House since he entered it. In terms of atmosphere and environment, Western Jiujiang's Haunted House was better than most of the Haunted Houses that he had been to.
No wonder it dares to call it the scariest Haunted House in Jiujiang. Interesting.
They stood in the corridor and looked down. At the end of the left corridor, there were many mannequins in strange positions, either standing or lying down.
Staring at the mannequins, the visitors felt chills run down their spines, like the mannequins were looking at them.
"Boss, did the mannequin's head turn?" Song An grabbed Guo Miao's arm.
"No." Guo Miao's expression was not so good. "But I felt like the female student mannequin in the middle smiled at me."
"I think I saw it too. Did she take a step toward us? How come it feels like she's getting closer? "
"It should be my imagination …"
"Are the two of you done?" Han Qiuming walked ahead alone. "The scarier the scenario on the left, the better it is for us. You should thank me."
"Thank you for what?" Xiao Du hid at the back, considering whether to escape or not.
"That Mr. Chen must be up to no good! The scenario on the left should be the main scenario of his Haunted House, and it should be the scariest. Thankfully, I've seen through his plan. " Han Qiuming walked down the corridor on the right. This was the door to a hospital. He grabbed the doorknob with both hands. "If not for me, you'd be going to the left now."
"You have a point," Xiao Du agreed.
Song An nodded. "The scenario on the left is very creepy. Thankfully, we chose the one on the right. Mr. Han did a good job."
They all walked down the corridor on the right. Only the manager, Guo Miao, was unsettled. "Mr. Chen gave me a good impression. He doesn't look like someone who would lie."
"We'll know whether he's lying or not when we open the door."
The group stood in the middle of the corridor on the right, and Han Qiuming used both hands to pull the door open.
The rust was peeling off, and the metal door made an ear-piercing sound. The strong smell of medicine assaulted the senses. The mottled wall was covered with hysterical scratches and bloody words, and there were faint screams coming from the open ward.
What was even more shocking was that there were countless dummies wrapped in blankets along the endless black corridor. They looked like protruding tombs.
"This …"
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