"What's wrong with you?" Su Luoluo looked at Du Chaojin, whose face was pale and forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she started to get nervous.
"I'm telling you the truth, don't be afraid." Xiao Du leaned toward Su Luoluo. "I suspect this Haunted House is really haunted."
"Don't scare me." Su Luoluo was a Haunted House enthusiast and had visited many, but she had never seen a Haunted House like Mr. Chen's. It was like a maze, completely open for exploration.
"Mr. Han's earlier speculation was all wrong. There was no worker among the group of mannequins! It wasn't the workers who moved them; they moved on their own! " Xiao Du's knuckles cracked. "I can't count on Mr. Han anymore. I need to report this to Boss and Brother Song."
"They're already far away. Slow down!"
Xiao Du was worried as he ran forward. Su Luoluo stood in the middle, not knowing whether to chase after him or wait with Ye Xiaoxin for Mr. Han.
"Haunted House? The mannequins can move on their own? " Ye Xiaoxin took out her notebook and jotted down these two points. "Even the workers from other Haunted Houses were tricked. This Haunted House is not normal."
She gave a high praise. "I haven't run into something so interesting in a long time. I'll have to explore it today."
"Based on the way the boy spoke, he didn't seem to be lying." Out of kindness, Su Luoluo reminded Ye Xiaoxin, "We should move as well. It'll be safer if we're together."
"I've always thought Haunted Houses and magic are similar. They both use illusions to win the visitors' attention. The more realistic the illusion, the more successful they will be." Ye Xiaoxin took off her jacket and tied it around her waist. She stretched lazily, and the alluring curves caused the only audience member there to feel slightly annoyed. "From this point of view, Western Jiujiang's Haunted House is undoubtedly a success."
"Then you stay here, I'll be leaving first."
The few visitors had already dispersed, and no one noticed the red letters on the wall. The color was darkening like blood was dripping.
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"Boss, don't try to stop me. Han Qiuming is indeed capable, but that doesn't mean we have to be bullied by him!" Song An grumbled on Guo Miao's behalf. "It's true that he came up with the design, but we worked on the content together. We were the ones who worked on the layout. What does that have to do with him?"
"Alright, alright, I understand what you're saying. Just bear with it for a while. After all, he's a designer hired by the boss." Guo Miao was old, and he had accepted many things. "The Haunted House industry is getting worse. Everyone is just trying to make a living, so there's no need to make things so awkward."
"But look at his smug face. He's going to complain to the boss? To be honest, if the boss fires you and makes him the general manager, I'll resign immediately. "Song An was a straightforward person, and he wasn't that scheming.
"Don't worry, the boss won't agree." After saying that, Guo Miao sighed. He was not confident. Ever since they were forced to leave Xin Hai, their Haunted House had started to go downhill. "We need to find the tape recorder first. There are still fans from Tian Teng Medical School outside the Haunted House. We cannot disappoint them."
"Alright."
The two of them walked at the front, and after turning the second corner, they found that the next scene was still a corridor.
"What is the meaning of this haunted house? It wants us to walk down this corridor indefinitely? "
The light dimmed, and the color of the walls deepened. They were mottled like there were blood vessels stuck to them.
Stepping on the uneven mattress and smelling the mixture of medicine and other things, it felt like they had crawled into the esophagus of some monster.
"Mr. Chen must have his reasons for designing this. Perhaps it's to create a more realistic feeling." Guo Miao peeled off a small piece of the wall and crushed it easily with his fingers. "On the way here, I noticed that the numbers on the outside of some of the rooms haven't been erased. All the rooms in the first corridor have numbers starting with 4, the second corridor has numbers starting with 3, and this corridor has numbers starting with 2."
"The numbers are decreasing?"
"I suspect that this whole scenario is based on a four-story building, and Mr. Chen has completely restored it. Every corridor represents a floor of that building." Guo Miao looked at the old and mottled walls. "Even the numbers have been preserved, and they've purposely made them look old, not missing even the smallest detail. This is more than simple obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"Yes, that's what I think as well. We build a haunted house to scare the visitors, but everything that Mr. Chen has done feels like he's using this place as a statue of faith. The details and the bloody words on the walls are so sick. " Song An's anger slowly subsided, and fear started to take root in his heart. "Along the way, we've seen so many bloody words. Just looking at them makes my scalp go numb. It's hard to imagine how he managed to write them down bit by bit."
"The words are old and new. Some look like they were written recently, and some look like they were written years ago." Guo Miao's heart chilled, and an image appeared in his mind. In the middle of the night, the Haunted House's boss was alone, holding a bucket filled with red paint. His face was twisted, and he was in a state of hysteria as he started to write the word 'cruel' on the wall.
"Before entering the haunted house, I heard from Mr. Chen that this haunted house has been in operation for five to six years already. Could it be that they've been working on this scenario since his parents' time?"
"Using five years to create a scenario like this, what is their goal?" Since he was also in the haunted house business, Guo Miao knew how much time and effort it would take to create a scenario like this. "When we were at the entrance of the Third Sick Hall, we lifted up the bed to take a look. Mr. Chen even added special effects to places that the visitors wouldn't notice. That is very strange."
"Wait a minute, the name Third Sick Hall sounds familiar." Song An took out his phone to search online, and the result caused his face to darken. "Boss, there really is a place called the Third Sick Hall in Jiujiang! A mental patient committed a crime, involving murder and imprisonment. Just a few days ago, the police even issued an arrest warrant for the patients who used to stay there! "
"Is Mr. Chen telling the truth?" Guo Miao's pupils were twitching. "He mentioned something so important so casually?"
"The internet said that the Third Sick Hall was abandoned five years ago, and his haunted house opened five to six years ago!" Song An compared the dates, and it matched perfectly.
"Oh no!" As if remembering something, Guo Miao asked, "Look into it and see if there's anything related to Mr. Chen on the wanted list, like similar height, weight, dressing style, and so on."
"Boss, you suspect Mr. Chen is a former patient of the Third Sick Hall?"
"Would a normal person spend five to six years to restore a hospital like this? Every detail is so realistic; only someone who has lived there for a long time would be able to do this! " The more Guo Miao thought about it, the scarier he felt. "This Mr. Chen cleared Tian Teng Medical School with a heart rate of less than one hundred. How could someone like this be a normal person?"
"How about we give up the tour and leave?"
"If we leave now, we might be targeted in the future."
"Why?"
"The Third Sick Hall isn't open to the public, and Mr. Chen said that it's incomplete. Now that I think about it, that should be an excuse." Guo Miao felt like killing Han Qiuming. "There's probably a big secret hidden here."
Song An noticed the seriousness on Guo Miao's face, and he asked softly, "What secret?"
"Before I came, I asked the manager of New Century Park. He mentioned that Mr. Chen's parents mysteriously disappeared half a year ago, and there were no clues left behind." Guo Miao looked at the crazily written words, and his heart was filled with a chill.
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