"You should go first. I hear this Haunted House uses a terror level system. Since we've entered the most difficult scenario, I still want to take a look around." Ye Xiaoxin stood in the director's office.
The static from the recorder grew louder, and there were other sounds mixed in with the static.
It sounded like someone was gasping for breath or crying.
Han Qiuming looked at the time. There were only two minutes left. He did not force it. "Okay, be careful."
Then, he grabbed the recorder and ran out alone.
Looking at Han Qiuming's back, the calmness that Ye Xiaoxin had maintained was shattered, and her beautiful eyes slowly widened.
"Why does it feel like there's someone crawling on his back?"
She was a staunch atheist, and it was because of that that she was able to enter the Haunted Houses without fear. She believed in her heart that everything was fake.
However, just now, she saw something that she could not explain with her experience.
"Who's the person crawling on his back? That should be a person, right? "
…
Han Qiuming ran as fast as he could with the recorder. "Two minutes left!"
His body was getting colder. Han Qiuming had no idea what was wrong. The chill came from his back and seeped into his body, heading toward his heart.
"Pain …"
A voice came from beside his ear. It sounded like a woman was lying on his shoulder.
"Who's that?" Han Qiuming whipped his head around to look, but there was nothing on his shoulder.
"Did I hear it wrong?"
He picked up his speed. There was only one thought in his mind — leave this place as soon as possible.
"I've got what I want. I'll win once I get out of here, and I'll regain the face that Tian Teng Medical School has lost!"
Han Qiuming ignored it and picked up his speed.
"So painful …"
The voice came even closer. It moved from his shoulder to his ear like it was trying to crawl into his ear.
"So painful!"
"Ah!" Han Qiuming waved his hands at the air. "Come out! What is this? "
There was no one around to respond to him. In the pitch-black corridor, there was only his own echo and the rustling sound of electricity.
"Is this the recorder?" Other than himself, the only thing that could make noise was the recorder. Han Qiuming held it before his eyes. The tape was spinning, and the indicator light had changed from green to red.
"Is that it?"
Han Qiuming racked his brain but could not figure out what was going on. Time was running out. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the recorder and continued to run.
"There's definitely a problem with the recorder, but it's the key to clearing the game! It wasn't easy to find it, so how could he just throw it away? Wouldn't that be a waste of all the hard work we've put in before? "
Han Qiuming cursed Chen Ge in his heart. Shameless! How despicable! "
Now, as long as they ran out with the tape recorder, they would be able to clear the game. However, this was also the most confusing part. If they threw away the tape recorder, they would feel reluctant, but if they didn't throw it away, they would have to face the horror of the tape recorder.
It couldn't be helped. For normal people, this was an almost unsolvable level!
"I'll give it my all!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth. To clear Chen Ge's Haunted House, he was really putting his life on the line.
As he sprinted, his shoulders became heavier and heavier. It was as if something was pressing down on his back, and the coldness seeped into his bones.
"Ouch …"
The voice behind him gradually became clearer. From a vague male voice, it turned into a female voice.
It sounded mature and contained a tinge of helplessness and despair.
"Wait a minute!"
When this voice appeared, Han Qiuming's hair stood on end. "Where have I heard this voice before?"
He was stunned. He was inside a Haunted House that he had no interaction with, and in this kind of dangerous situation, he had heard a very familiar voice.
"Where have I heard this voice before?"
Cold sweat slid down his forehead. He did not have many female friends, and none of them matched his age.
"No, I must have heard this somewhere before."
Memories surfaced in his mind, and Han Qiuming was suddenly reminded of a night half a year ago.
He had been revising the design of Tian Teng Medical School. To increase the attraction of the Haunted House, he had ignored other people's objections and added the mysterious death of Xu Zhenzhen and her father into the Haunted House.
To design the hidden line to make Xu Zhenzhen appear more real, he had looked up a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.
This woman had once worked at her father's hospital, but she had been fired due to a medical dispute. At the time, the patient had caused quite a ruckus, and there was even a video online.
The patient's family came to the hospital to cause trouble, blaming Xu Zhenzhen. Xu Zhenzhen, who was wearing a white coat, was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.
She tried to explain herself, but no one listened to her. Eventually, the situation went out of control. She was pushed to the ground, and someone stepped on her finger.
"So painful …"
"Yes! That's the voice! "
Han Qiuming's head was about to explode. He had heard the voice of a dead person inside the Haunted House!
He tossed the recorder to the ground. Even if Han Qiuming had ten times the courage, he would not go near the recorder again.
"Why would Xu Zhenzhen's voice enter the recorder? Was it purposely made by that Chen fella? That's impossible! He didn't even know we were coming to the Third Sick Hall. It was my suggestion that changed the scenario. "Han Qiuming really wanted to slap himself." What a stupid mouth! "
"The recorder belongs to Tian Teng Medical School. Has the Xu Zhenzhen that I created become a real ghost?" His body temperature was dropping. His skin was cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier. "I need to get out of here first. This place is too creepy."
Han Qiuming ran forward, but he only ran a few steps before he started to pant. The mattress was soft, and his feet felt heavy.
"What's going on? It feels like I'm carrying something on my back. " Han Qiuming looked behind him. He had tossed the recorder in the corner. Since it had fallen on the mattress, it was not damaged, and it was still working.
The tape spun in the recorder like a creepy smiley face, or like a whirlpool that would cause one to sink if they stared at it.
"I need to get out of here."
The recorder was far away, but the sound of static still echoed in Han Qiuming's ears.
"So painful, so painful …"
The woman's voice tortured Han Qiuming's brain, and his face twisted. "Stop arguing! I told you to stop arguing! "
He punched the air and turned in circles, trying to find the source of the voice. He felt like there was a woman's face talking behind him.
"Get lost!"
He took out his phone to turn on the flashlight and then turned on the camera behind him. When the camera turned, a familiar face that he had seen many times in the newspaper and hospital records appeared.
"Xu … Xu Zhenzhen!"
The phone dropped, and Han Qiuming ran down the corridor. His body chilled, and the voice followed him like a shadow.
"So painful, so painful, so painful!"
Turning the corner, Han Qiuming returned to where the mannequins were. He did not notice the change in the mannequins, and he continued to run forward.
But for some reason, even though he had clearly seen the path, his calf still tripped over something. His whole body fell heavily in the middle of a pile of dolls, and the high myopia glasses on his face were sent flying!
"My glasses!"
Han Qiuming collapsed to the ground. His surroundings were blurry, and there were hands, legs, and human heads everywhere.
He crawled toward his glasses, but the glasses moved among the mannequins, moving further and further away from him.
To make matters worse, in the blur and darkness, more human heads and bodies approached him.
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