Chapter 225
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"Boss, we're already here. Should we go back to look for him?" Xiao Du was unwilling. Han Qiuming was usually harsh with his words, and Du Chaojin already disliked the man.
"If we don't go look for him, something might really happen to him." Guo Miao's face was dark. "Perhaps he's already in trouble. No! We're going back now! "
"I agree with Boss." To everyone's surprise, Song An did not care about his personal grudge and was willing to go find Han Qiuming. "The worst thing to do at a Haunted House is to split up. It's best if we stay together."
Xiao Du nodded after some hesitation. "Okay, I'll go with you."
The most innocent of them all was Su Luoluo. She did not know what was going on and did not know what the workers were talking about. She could only run around nervously as she followed them.
"We need to search more carefully. We need to check every room." With Guo Miao leading the way, the group moved deeper into the Haunted House.
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Han Qiuming and Ye Xiaoxin entered the director's office. There were two compartments, and there were tables and chairs.
"The drawers are empty, and there are no books on the shelves. It's impossible to tell the boss' personality from his reading habits. But that's not a bad thing. The lack of books on the shelves will save us a lot of time. Many Haunted Houses like to hide things like passwords and clues inside books. "Han Qiuming was talking to Ye Xiaoxin, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.
Ye Xiaoxin walked away from Han Qiuming and walked into the room. She looked at the wide armoire.
"Let me do it. This armoire is obviously custom-made. There's a ninety percent chance that there are Haunted House workers or other scares inside." Han Qiuming walked forward to open the door.
The armoire was empty; there was nothing inside.
He laughed awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly, "Looks like there's a ten percent chance. The Haunted House workers probably haven't returned after scaring Ol 'Guo's group."
Ye Xiaoxin had completely lost interest in talking to him. She knocked lightly on the inner wall of the armoire. "There has to be a reason why there's a special armoire inside a special room."
When Ye Xiaoxin's finger knocked on the wall, the sound changed. It was obvious that the space behind the armoire was empty.
The two worked together to push the wall open, and a hidden passage appeared.
"Haunted House's internal passage?"
"I don't think so."
There were no lights in the passageway. Ye Xiaoxin took out her phone to light up the place. After she and Han Qiuming entered the passageway, the cupboard door in the director's office seemed to be pushed shut by an invisible force.
The secret passage was narrow, and it was difficult to even turn around. Fortunately, it was only a few meters away.
At the end of the oppressive and cramped passageway was a metal door. Ye Xiaoxin pulled the door open, and there was a wooden board in front of her. She pushed it open forcefully, and the scene in front of her changed. She was in a ward that she had never been to before.
"The hospital director's office and the ward are connected? What is the meaning of this setup? "Ye Xiaoxin was completely immersed in the Third Sick Hall.
"Did the director treat the patients in this ward as his personal property?" Han Qiuming came up with an explanation. "I heard that a few years ago, the management of some private mental hospitals was quite chaotic. There was a similar incident."
"It's possible." Ye Xiaoxin and Han Qiuming entered the room and started searching.
There was a hospital bed, a chamber pot, and a wooden chair with its edges ground flat. The furnishings in the ward were very simple. There seemed to be nothing special about it.
"Let's go take a look." Han Qiuming opened the door, and a strange smell rushed into his nostrils. It was like the smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood.
He took a small step back and craned his neck to study the corridor outside.
The walls were cracked, and the blood seemed to be flowing. It gave off a strange feeling like the building itself was alive, and the walls were hiding its blood vessels.
"I don't think we've been to this corridor before."
The layout was almost the same, but it gave off a completely different feeling. The Third Sick Hall had maximized the horror of the circular scenario. They had no idea what they would run into if they continued to move forward, and they had no idea how many more corridors awaited them.
The mattress on the ground was badly damaged, and the heads of the mannequins made from pillows and bedsheets poked out. They had strange expressions on their faces, and no matter where they stood, it felt like they were being watched.
Han Qiuming had the urge to retreat. He and Ye Xiaoxin had come from the secret passage, so they had no idea how far this corridor was from the other corridors and how many scary things were hidden in it.
He took out his phone to shine the flashlight down the corridor. The end of the dark corridor was not an exit but a corner that led to the unknown.
"Don't block the way." Ye Xiaoxin walked out from the sickroom. Her legs that were exposed felt a chill. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous corridors.
"Let's look. The tape recorder should be hidden in one of the rooms in this corridor." Ye Xiaoxin entered the sickroom next door to look, but Han Qiuming remained where he was.
His hand that gripped the door was sweaty, and he turned to look at the door next to him.
The upper half of the door was normal, and it was labeled Room 3. However, the lower half of the wooden door was scary. It was completely painted red. It was sticky and bright, and the strangest thing was that the red seemed to have a life of its own as it slowly grew on the door.
"Room 3? The numbers of the rooms in this corridor are different from the ones in the other corridors. "
Han Qiuming and Ye Xiaoxin searched three sickrooms. When they reached the end of the corridor, they found a room without a number or label.
"Come, let's go in and take a look."
The room was not big, and it was completely enclosed. The walls were covered with soundproof cotton, and there was a bed fixed to the wall. At the head of the bed was a pile of old equipment.
"It looks like an electroshock treatment room. I've seen this in many movies related to mental hospitals." Han Qiuming looked under the bed and then walked to the pile of old equipment. He scanned it roughly and suddenly laughed. "Found it!"
Han Qiuming pushed the electroshock equipment to the side and pulled out a tape recorder.
"I thought this Haunted House would be difficult." He tried his best to act like it was nothing, but the excitement on his face betrayed him.
In comparison, Ye Xiaoxin was much calmer. She looked at the tape recorder, and for the first time since she entered the Haunted House, she frowned. "Do you hear something?"
"Something?" Han Qiuming had no idea what Ye Xiaoxin was talking about. "Whatever, we need to leave now. There is a time limit for us to clear this scenario. I need to clear it perfectly so that Chen will have nothing to say."
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