"Mr. Han, are you sure the right side isn't as scary as the left?"
Xiao Du held the doorknob. He missed Tian Teng Medical School and the iron cabinet that gave him a sense of security.
"Why are you guys panicking? The Chen fella said that the Third Sick Hall isn't finished yet. What's so scary about an incomplete scenario? " Han Qiuming recovered from the initial shock. He grabbed Guo Miao's arm. "Ol 'Guo, we'll lead the way."
"What does that have to do with me?" Guo Miao shrugged him off. "Didn't you say you'll lead the way alone?"
"I'm afraid you'll run away halfway through the tour." Han Qiuming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but due to the lack of light in the Haunted House, no one saw it. "Then, I'll lead the way. You guys follow closely and don't fall behind."
Han Qiuming pushed the old iron door open, and the rust fell off. The group entered the Third Sick Hall.
There was an indescribable stench in the air, and the floor was littered with pills and yellowed patient's records. Han Qiuming walked ahead alone, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.
The walls were filled with crazed words, and the cruel handwriting made one's scalp go numb. It did not look like something a normal person could come up with.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that after walking for a few meters, the number of bloody words on the wall did not decrease. Instead, it increased.
They were densely packed, and there was not a single repetition!
"How did the Chen fella come up with these sentences? He can't really be a lunatic, right? "
Squatting down, Han Qiuming lifted the corner of the mattress to reveal a mannequin made from a pillow and bedsheet.
However, this mannequin that looked like it was a joke made him unable to move his eyes away.
"A mannequin can be made like this? I've been in this industry for years, and I've learned something new today. " Han Qiuming looked at the strange face on the pillow. It was drawn randomly, but it gave off an indescribable feeling.
"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first sickroom. The group followed her finger, and the door frame was covered in scratches from fingernails.
She gestured. "It looks real; it doesn't look like it was dug out with tools."
"If it wasn't dug by tools, could it have been dug by the designer's hands?" Han Qiuming pulled the blanket over the mannequin. "Be careful not to touch anything inside, or you might trigger the trap. Especially the blankets on the ground. Perhaps the actor is hiding underneath them."
He prepared to move forward, but the others did not move. The short-haired woman entered the first sickroom alone.
The windows were sealed shut, and outside the gaps between the wooden boards was a thick cement wall. It gave off a sense of oppression and despair, just like a prison cell.
Ye Xiaoxin ran her fingers over the bed and found many scratch marks on both sides of the bed. "Come help me, let's lift the bed."
"You only have 20 minutes to clear the game. Can't you guys hurry up? Don't mind the details. "Han Qiuming stood outside alone.
Xiao Du and Song An entered the room and helped Ye Xiaoxin pull up the bed board. The scene under the board was out of their expectations.
There were black and red finger marks on the edge of the bed, and broken fingernails stuck between the cracks. It was clear to see how much pain the person who dug these marks had gone through.
"Artificial blood will turn light red when it coagulates, but this kind of black and red marks …" Song An shrunk his neck and told Ye Xiaoxin, "look like human blood."
"Are you sure it's human blood and not artificial blood?" Ye Xiaoxin tilted her head to look at the wooden board. She bent down and placed the tip of her nose on the edge of the bed. "There's no smell."
Song An was stunned by the short-haired girl's bold action. He laughed drily. "Perhaps it's pig's blood or cow's blood. Sometimes, Haunted Houses will use animal blood to replace artificial blood."
"It's normal for a Haunted House to have props with blood stains, especially a Haunted House like Mr. Chen's. Many props are bought from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at a low price." Guo Miao had probably done something like that before. "But we can't be too careless. There's blood on the bed, so at least something bad has happened at that mental hospital before."
Ye Xiaoxin nodded and continued to ask, "Then how do you explain the bloody scratches on the door hinges? The door hinges couldn't have been removed from the mental hospital as well, right? "
Guo Miao was stumped. He did not know how to answer.
"Even you can't explain it?" Ye Xiaoxin took out her notebook. "I've visited many Haunted Houses, and most of them focus on the scares, but only this Haunted House manages to make every detail as real as possible. It's like the boss has OCD."
"I also discovered something very scary." Su Luoluo lifted her head to look at the ceiling. The ghastly and bloody words seemed to come alive, circling around her. "The handwriting of every sentence here is different. They shouldn't have been written by the same person."
"Different handwriting?" Guo Miao studied it closely, and his face darkened. "You're right. How did Mr. Chen do this?"
"Didn't he say his Haunted House has been in business for years? If I had five years to build it, I could have done it better than him. " Han Qiuming took a few steps forward, feeling a little guilty. In the end, he turned back. He leaned on the door frame and said casually.
"Would you devote five years to build a haunted house scenario?" Guo Miao was angry. He had planned everything, but it had been ruined by Han Qiuming. "Mr. Chen definitely isn't lying. This is the scariest scenario in his Haunted House. We should hurry to find the tape recorder. We can't stay here for too long."
Ever since he entered the Third Sick Hall, he had been feeling very uncomfortable, and when he saw the layout of the scenario, the feeling only intensified.
The red scratches on the door, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed, and the bloody words on the wall made him feel uneasy.
The memory buried deep in his heart was awakened. Guo Miao felt like he had returned to the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide.
"Old Guo, I really don't know what you're afraid of. His Haunted House is indeed very good at handling the details, but that only proves that he is a good imitator. " Han Qiuming's eyes sneaked past Ye Xiaoxin, and he pushed on his glasses. "When I visited a large fixed Haunted House overseas, the workers there told me that all the props there were real ones used by death row inmates. Compared to them, this Haunted House is only so-so. "
"You're just trying to save your face."
"I'm just being honest." Han Qiuming waved at the group. "There's still sixteen minutes left. Let's hurry."
The group entered the corridor, and only Xiao Du stood at the entrance. He looked at the words on the ceiling, and his heart raced.
As he stared at them, the messy handwriting seemed to blend together, and the strokes connected to form a 'death' character of different sizes.
"This place is too creepy. I'll just stand guard at the entrance."
He walked out of the Third Sick Hall, and when he looked down the left corridor, he realized with a shock that the mannequins that were originally at the end of the left corridor were now very close to them.
"What's going on?"
Du Chaojin took a step back. He did not dare stay there alone, so he quickly chased after the other visitors.
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