Chapter 222
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"How did they follow us here?"
Xiao Du's voice was shaking. He was at the back of the group, so he was closest to the mannequins.
"Did you hear the footsteps?" Han Qiuming moved his gaze away to look at Xiao Du. "To be able to move so many mannequins, there should be more than one worker."
"There was no sound at all. It was like they suddenly appeared behind us, I can guarantee that." Xiao Du was afraid that Han Qiuming would not believe him.
"There was no sound?" Han Qiuming's brows creased together. He stared at the mannequins for a while before revealing a smile. "I know why!"
He strode toward the mannequins like he had discovered the secret hidden inside them. "The floor of the Third Sick Hall is covered with mattresses. As long as the workers step on them, there will be no sound."
"The designer of this Haunted House is very meticulous and knows how to manipulate people's minds. He purposely hid scary mannequins under the mattresses to divert our attention away from the real purpose of the mattresses. "
Han Qiuming stopped beside the female mannequin, and his lips curved into a smile. "Using mattresses to hide footsteps, that's a good idea, but their acting is too lousy. If you want to give the tourists psychological pressure, you have to keep a distance. It's best if the tourists can feel their presence but can't touch them. "
Xiao Du did not quite understand what Han Qiuming meant. "Why is distance the scariest? I think it's scarier to approach them slowly. "
"If you push it too far, it'll cause the visitors to feel rebellious, and they'll do something like what I did." Han Qiuming pulled off the mannequin's head and pushed her over. He looked at the remaining mannequins in the dark corridor and yelled, "Leave on your own. Don't make me drag you out, or it won't look good for anyone."
"Who are you talking to?" Xiao Du realized that he could not keep up with Han Qiuming's train of thought.
"The workers from the Third Sick Hall. They've applied special make-up, and they're hiding among the mannequins!" Han Qiuming pushed on his glasses, and his expression was calm like everything was under his control.
However, even after ten seconds, the mannequins in the corridor still maintained their position.
Several dark shadows stood in the middle of the corridor. Even though they were not moving, it was scary.
"Teacher Han, why don't we leave first? It's fine if their staff doesn't want to come out."
Xiao Du tried to persuade Han Qiuming, but Han Qiuming felt embarrassed. "Now that I've found out, it's no longer up to them. Coincidentally, I'm not in a good mood today. Didn't that Chen guy create havoc at our Haunted House? Today, I will go all out and turn his haunted house upside down! "
Han Qiuming walked toward the group of mannequins alone. He plucked off the mannequins' heads and kicked them to the ground. "Keep hiding. Let's see how long you can last."
Heads rolled, and the scene became even more bizarre.
"Come back, Mr. Han!" Xiao Du looked at the mannequin head rolling on the ground, and his heart raced.
"What's the rush?" Han Qiuming plucked the heads off five mannequins in one go. "This actor sure knows how to keep his composure. He'd rather the prop break than show his face."
"Boss and Brother Song have already gone far away. Let's hurry up and leave!" Xiao Du kept urging. The human heads rolled on the ground, and what made his scalp prickle was that the expressions on the mannequins' faces seemed to be changing. They seemed to be smiling!
"Don't panic." After Han Qiuming plucked off the eighth mannequin's head, he also felt like something was wrong. "The mannequins have metal frames and joints. It's not easy for a grown man to move four of them at the same time. Could it be that the actors are hiding at the back? That makes sense. Even if the workers are wearing make-up, they'll be discovered if they're too close to us, so they must be hiding at the back. "
Han Qiuming convinced himself and continued to move forward. The mannequins behind him fell to the ground.
"Mr. Han!" Xiao Du saw Han Qiuming rush into the group of mannequins alone, and he was worried. Gritting his teeth, he joined him. "Let's go! Breaking so many props won't be good if they see us. "
"Since he dares to ruin our Haunted House, he should be prepared to be ruined as well." Han Qiuming walked toward the last four mannequins. They were lying further away. "You won't give up until you're faced with the grim reality. You want me to drag you out with my own hands?"
He placed his hand on the fourth mannequin's head, and with a light tug, the mannequin's head fell off.
"Why is it still a mannequin?" Xiao Du's tone was nervous. "Mr. Han, do you think the mannequin is moving on its own? When I came over earlier. The expression on the doll's face seemed to have changed. "
"What do you know? Don't speak! " Han Qiuming plucked the heads off two more mannequins. His hands started to shake as they landed on the last mannequin.
He exerted force with both hands and pulled out a head that seemed to be crying.
"F * ck?"
Han Qiuming held the head and stared at Du Chaojin.
"They are all dummies?!"
Xiao Du's vocal cords were shaking. He stood in the middle of the pile of mannequins and did not dare move.
"It's okay, don't be afraid! When the workers at this Haunted House saw me coming, they probably hid in the sickrooms on both sides. "Han Qiuming dropped the mannequin head on the ground and rushed into the sickrooms on both sides to investigate.
"Come out! I saw you! "
After searching a few rooms, Han Qiuming walked out with an ashen face.
"Mr. Han, is this haunted house really haunted? That Mr. Chen is a madman. He is capable of doing anything. I was once locked up inside an iron cupboard by him. "Xiao Du's scalp was numb, and he started to complain about that scary experience.
"That's enough, it's not something to be proud of." Han Qiuming waved his hand to stop Xiao Du. He was calculating the distance between the exit and the corner of the corridor. "After the actors moved the mannequins here, they didn't have time to run out of the building. I know, they probably left through the workers' passageway. There might be some kind of tunnel under these mattresses."
No matter what he said, Xiao Du would not believe him anymore. He just wanted to leave Mr. Han's side; he had a feeling that something bad would happen if he stayed with this man.
"If you want to find the tunnel, go find it yourself. I'm leaving now." Xiao Du turned and ran.
"Such a coward, no wonder you were scared to tears by a visitor." Han Qiuming's words lost their confidence. He walked into the Third Sick Hall, and when he raised his leg, he realized that his pants were hooked by a mannequin's finger.
He did not think much of it and kicked the mannequin's arm away. "Who are you trying to scare? It looks real."
After turning the corner, Han Qiuming could hear the sound of wind coming from behind him. It was mixed with the sound of something gurgling.
"What a scam."
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