Chapter 224
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"Could it be that Mr. Chen's parents were …" Song An felt like his throat was filled with ice. When he said that, his lips kept shaking.
"You saw the blood stains on the edge of the bed in the sickroom at the entrance. There were outsiders around, so I couldn't say." Guo Miao reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. "Fake blood is definitely not that color. The scratches and fingerprints we saw were probably left by real people."
"There are many similar scratches and blood stains in this scenario. If they're all real …" Song An shivered as he looked around. This was not a Haunted House; this was a slaughterhouse!
"Boss, should we call the police?"
"That's what I want, but if we call the police ten minutes into a Haunted House, what if we've misunderstood Mr. Chen? We won't be able to hold our heads up high for the rest of our lives." Guo Miao bit the cigarette. "Let's meet up with the others first."
"Boss! Brother Song! " When Song An and Guo Miao were talking, Du Chaojin ran over, gasping for air. "The mannequins are alive! The mannequins weren't moved, and they're following behind us! "
"The mannequins are alive?"
As time passed, the bad news came one after another.
"Yes, Mr. Han said that the workers hid among the mannequins and moved the mannequins to give us a sense of pressure. To warn them, he rushed into the group of mannequins to find the workers. "Xiao Du sighed. He realized that being with Guo Miao and Song An gave him a greater sense of security.
"He didn't find any workers?" Guo Miao and Song An's expressions shifted. This Haunted House was not playing by the rules!
"There wasn't a single worker among the group of mannequins."
"If it wasn't the workers, why would the mannequins be following us? Han Qiuming might be selfish, but he's a professional Haunted House designer. "
"I don't know. Mr. Han dismantled all the mannequins, but he didn't find any secrets. They were just normal mannequins."
"He dismantled the Haunted House's mannequins?" Guo Miao felt like the bad feeling in his heart was slowly turning into reality.
"I already reminded him, but he still plucked all the heads off the mannequins." Xiao Du had a bitter expression on his face. "You don't know what happened. Mr. Han stood among a pile of mannequins and said that since Mr. Chen had ruined Tian Teng Medical School, he would turn Mr. Chen's Haunted House upside down!"
Guo Miao and Song An froze at Little Du's words.
What f * cking overturned!
There should be a limit to courting death!
Why do you have to compare yourself with a psychopathic murderer!
"What's wrong with you two?" Xiao Du noticed that Guo Miao and Song An were silent, and the atmosphere was heavy. "Are you guys scared too? I kept walking at the back of the group, and I always felt that someone was following us. Every time I turned around, I saw that the mannequins were getting closer. That's right! One of the puppets even smiled at me! "
"Xiao Du, the mannequins aren't that important." The cigarette in Guo Miao's mouth had snapped from his bite earlier. He quickly picked it up and shoved it into his pocket.
"That's not important? Boss, there are at least twenty mannequins. If they all come back to life, we'll be dead meat. "Xiao Du was shocked by his boss's reaction; this was completely different from what he had expected.
"Boss is right. Now, there's a bigger problem that we need to solve." Song An's expression became more pessimistic. "We need to find Han Qiuming first."
Song An's change in attitude confused Xiao Du. "Brother Song, didn't you just argue with Mr. Han? Are you going to find him now? "
"I have no choice." Song An's expression was serious. "I can't just leave him to die, can I?"
"Leave him to die?" Xiao Du's mouth fell open. Since when had things gotten so serious?
"We're just here to visit a Haunted House!"
…
After Du Chaojin and Su Luoluo left, only Ye Xiaoxin stood where she was. She was very brave, and she enjoyed the experience of visiting a Haunted House to the fullest. Occasionally, she would take out her notebook to jot down things.
"Are you waiting for me?" Han Qiuming chased after her in a hurry. When he realized that Ye Xiaoxin was alone, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"I like to explore the Haunted House alone. Your friends are all ahead." Ye Xiaoxin used the pen to point at the corridor. Due to the corner, they had no idea what was happening there.
Han Qiuming glanced at Ye Xiaoxin, and he could not move his eyes away. He picked up his pace to walk next to Ye Xiaoxin. "I should be able to help you with your Haunted House reviews. After all, I'm a professional. I've worked on many Haunted Houses overseas, and I've seen many different designs."
"Is that so?" Ye Xiaoxin pushed open the door of a sickroom and patiently looked through everything inside.
"I've been to three Haunted Houses with a mental hospital as the theme, and one of them used an abandoned mental hospital as the base. That's the real deal." Han Qiuming saw Ye Xiaoxin trying to open the bed, so he immediately entered the room to help.
Just as he was trying to strike up a conversation, Guo Miao and Xiao Du's voices came from the other side of the corner. "Where is he? Qiuming! Han Qiuming! "
"He was just behind me earlier. Where did he go?"
"No, this place is too dangerous. I need to find him as soon as possible!"
"Han Qiuming!"
A few people ran past in a hurry. Han Qiuming pretended not to hear them and helped Ye Xiaoxin flip the bed over.
"They're calling you. Aren't you going to greet them?"
"You only think of me when you're in danger? What have you been doing?" Han Qiuming chuckled. "There's probably something scary in the scenario later. These guys look like they're big and strong, but they're all made of dough. They're not as reliable as I am."
Ye Xiaoxin did not say anything, and they replaced the bed. "Actually, you can go with them. I prefer to visit alone."
"It's fine. It'll be easier for the two of you to look after each other."
Since she could not chase Han Qiuming away, Ye Xiaoxin did not say anything else. She walked out of the room and entered the corridor that Guo Miao's group had just come out from.
"Did you notice the numbers left on these sickroom doors? All the doors in this corridor start with the number 2. "Han Qiuming tried to impress her, but Ye Xiaoxin did not seem interested.
After they walked for a while, Ye Xiaoxin suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"This door is different from the other sickrooms." Ye Xiaoxin pointed at the sign on the door. It was blurry, but they could still make out the words Director's Office.
"Perhaps the tape recorder is inside. Come, let's look around."
…
Guo Miao and Song An ran as fast as they could. They screamed themselves hoarse, but they did not hear Han Qiuming reply.
"This shouldn't be happening! He was just behind me! " Xiao Du's forehead was covered in sweat, and many scary thoughts appeared in his mind. "Has Mr. Han been taken away by the mannequins?"
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