Han Qiuming only had time to let out a scream before something covered his mouth.
Endless fear swallowed him. He could not see anything, and a chill came from all over his body. His body was being dragged in a certain direction.
Following the sound of the door closing, the corridor returned to normal.
The Third Sick Hall was huge, and the corridors were far apart from each other, but Ye Xiaoxin still heard some movement.
She hesitated before leaving the director's office. The girl was very careful, and she took a long time to consider every step she took.
She turned the corner, and there was nothing on the other side of the corridor.
Where did that guy go? Did he fall into some kind of trap? Ye Xiaoxin walked down the dark corridor, and when she was halfway there, she heard footsteps.
"Han Qiuming's footsteps are light and weak, but this person's footsteps are more steady. He looks like the type that won't waver after finding the direction." Ye Xiaoxin hid in the sickroom next door and peeked through the gap of the door.
Not long after, an extremely terrifying monster appeared.
He wore a red doctor's coat that was soaked in blood, and his face looked like it was stitched together. He radiated a murderous aura, and he held a giant hammer in his hand.
There was a pool of blood in the groove, and the sharp edge scratched against the wall. The hammer was not a prop but a real murder weapon.
An actor from the Third Sick Hall?
Twenty minutes have passed, and the actor is only showing up now?
The first time Ye Xiaoxin panicked after entering the Haunted House was when she saw someone on Han Qiuming's back, and now was the second time. The monster continued to approach, and Ye Xiaoxin's fair fingers gripped the door.
This was something that she had not experienced at any other Haunted House, and she could not understand why.
Why should I be afraid?
Seeing the monster swing the iron hammer so skillfully, Ye Xiaoxin instinctively wanted to move away. The other actors are just putting on a show, but this doctor looks like he has really used the iron hammer to do something cruel before.
It was not until the doctor left that Ye Xiaoxin sneaked out. She took out her notebook and scribbled a few words on it before following behind the doctor.
…
At the deepest part of the Third Sick Hall, Guo Miao and Song An stopped outside Room 9 and 10.
"All the numbers in this corridor are different from the other corridors. Among them, the rooms 8, 9, and 10 are the most unique because only these three rooms have iron doors."
Guo Miao shared his discovery with the others. "We'll focus on these three sickrooms first. Stay within each other's line of sight. If you find anything, remember to call the others over immediately. Don't touch it on your own."
They first entered Room 8. The windows were installed with anti-theft nets, and there were straps scattered on both sides of the steel wire bed. The whole room gave off a very strange feeling, but at first glance, they could not find the reason for the strangeness.
"This sick hall …" Guo Miao stared at the bed for a long time and said with uncertainty, "Everything seems to be asymmetrical."
After being reminded by him, the other tourists also noticed it.
One side of the wardrobe was smashed, but the other side was intact. The left side of the bed was normal, but the right side was twisted and folded. One side of the floor and the wall was clean, but the other side was smeared with dirt.
"What is this room trying to express? The key to solving this puzzle is asymmetry? "
The patient in Room 8 was Xiong Qing, a madman with hemineglect syndrome. What was symmetrical in a normal person's eyes was twisted and ugly in his eyes, so the world in his eyes was twisted and needed to be corrected.
The visitors searched for a long time but did not find anything useful. There was no secret passage in Room 8.
They left Room 8 and entered Room 9.
Pushing open the steel door, Room 9 was the cleanest room in the Third Sick Hall. There was no trash or trash, and there were no strange drawings on the walls.
However, in the environment of the Third Sick Hall, the more it looked like, the weirder the room felt.
The visitors rummaged through the cupboards and did not find anything useful.
"What is Mr. Chen trying to say? Isn't the difficulty a bit too high? "
The patient who once stayed in Room 9 was Wu Fei. Even Meng Nan's main persona thought this person was very dangerous.
After pushing open the last metal door, a few visitors were greeted by a pungent smell.
Their hair stood on end, and their scalps tensed. This was their body's natural reaction to danger.
Room 10, when Chen Ge was doing the Trial Mission, he had not entered this room in real life because the steel door was locked.
"How about we leave?" Su Luoluo stood outside with her hand over her nose.
"The smell is too strong in the room. You and Xiao Du shouldn't come in."
Guo Miao and Song An entered Room 10. The layout of the room could only be described as insane.
There were no windows, and it was a completely enclosed space. There were no beds or cupboards, only a few smelly blankets.
These might seem normal, but when they looked at the wall, Guo Miao and Song An were spooked.
The walls, the floor, and other than the ceiling, were covered in bloody letters. The letters seemed to come alive and kept jumping before their eyes.
The scariest thing was, facing the door, there was a man's face embedded in the wall. It was a thin layer, and it looked like it was smiling.
"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. Artificial glue doesn't have this kind of flesh."
"I know."
Guo Miao took a few steps toward the face. He raised his hand to touch the face to confirm it, but his hand stopped several centimeters away from the face. However, his hand was several centimeters away from the face, and he could not press it down no matter how hard he tried. "Never mind. I have a feeling that the clue has nothing to do with this face. It might be hidden inside the bloody words."
Guo Miao looked at the letters around the face, and he realized with shock that the letters in Room 10 were different from the ones in the corridor. These sentences had the most basic logic, and they seemed to be telling a story.
Using his phone as a flashlight, he read them one by one.
"My wife scolded me for being an executioner, my parents refused to talk to me, the neighbors pointed at me, and everyone stayed away from me.
"I shouldn't have been alive, but I couldn't find a reason to die.
"I'm the murderer of the children. Yes, I've never denied that fact.
"I shouldn't have left them alone at home. I shouldn't have forgotten to turn off the fire and rushed to work.
"Three lives, my child."
"What do I need to do to atone for my sins?
"I want to rip my heart out for you to see.
"Please don't say anymore. I'm really sorry, it's all my fault.
"I shouldn't have argued with you. I should have endured it silently.
"If I hadn't argued with my wife that night, perhaps she wouldn't have driven to find her parents at night, and she wouldn't have been hurt by those people.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault.
"I want to atone for my sins, but how am I supposed to do that now?
"It feels like there are needles inside my body, and the tips are stuck to my heart. Every breath I take hurts.
"What should I do? At least try to stay alive.
"I've moved to a new place, but the situation hasn't changed.
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