Wang Yan and Yang Cheng shared a look. As medical students, they were too familiar with this smell; they would not be mistaken.
"Isn't this a bit too real? He's just visiting a Haunted House, and he's using real formalin. Does Mr. Chen not consider the cost? "Wang Yan stood at the entrance, and he did not enter.
"Underground morgue, formalin, white painted corridors …" Yang Cheng looked down the corridor and also stopped moving. "How come it feels like I'm back at school?"
"Have you two been to your school's underground morgue?" Ah Nan walked over. He frowned slightly when he smelled the formalin. "I heard when you medical students have lab classes, the lecturer will personally bring you to move the cadavers. You medical students should be more familiar with the underground morgue, right?"
"Who told you medical students need to know about the morgue?" Wang Yan recovered and took several steps back. "In any case, I haven't been inside the morgue before. Why don't you ask them?" Lee Xue also shook her head.
Lee Xue also shook her head. Only Yang Chen's reaction was weirder. He walked into the corridor alone and sniffed the wall. "The faint smell of formalin seeped out from the wall, and the smell has seeped into the wall. This is not something that can be done with just some formalin. Now I suspect that Boss Chen has dismantled some medical school's morgue and smuggled it back here."
"This smell isn't harmful to the body, right?" Xiao Li looked down the corridor, and he refused to take the first step.
"Isn't it fine for us medical students to smell it every day? Furthermore, the smell isn't that strong. " Yang Cheng touched the wall and used his fingernails to pick at the white paint. "I once heard from a senior that the walls of our school's underground morgue are also painted white. According to legend, the corridors that are painted white are used to transport cadavers, and the ones that aren't painted are for the students and workers."
"There's such a thing?"
"I thought only our school did that, but after coming to Mr. Chen's Haunted House today, I realized that all the underground morgues do this." Yang Cheng called out to Wang Yan and Lee Xue. "The three of us will walk in front. When we enter, you must follow closely. No matter what we encounter, do not split up! Only by staying together will we have a chance to clear this stage. "
"I agree with your suggestion, but how should we distribute the photos after we find them? The boss also said that there are only five pictures on the wall. " Bai Qiulin's face darkened like everyone owed him money. "I've visited this Haunted House before. Everything that the boss says has to be taken in reverse. He said that the picture is useless, so it means that the picture is the key to solving the puzzle!"
"Five photos, three of us. We only need one." Yang Cheng made a big concession. "Everything is for the sake of clearing the stage. Mr Chen changed the requirements to divide us. Based on my understanding of him, before we enter the central hub, we won't run into anything too scary, but once we get the picture, something really scary will happen. "
"That's what I think as well. The picture is just to divert our attention." Ah Nan agreed with Yang Cheng. "The three of us are just here to experience it. Of the five pictures, we only need one."
"Of the five pictures, the six of you will take two, so there will be three left. I don't have a partner, so it's not too much for me to take one, right? "
Bai Qiulin looked at the others, but before he finished, the chef, Fan Dade, cut in. "My little brother just broke up with his girlfriend. I wish to help him get one."
"Big brothers, I've challenged two one-star scenarios and one two-star scenario today, hoping to clear a three-star scenario in one go. I beg of you, give me one picture." Xiao Li was helpless. He had the futuristic theme park behind him, and he was here to look for something useful. The picture sounded creepy, like he would be stuck without it. Even to complete the mission that Mr. Mu had given him, he had to get his hands on one.
The pictures were all distributed, and only Lao Zhou and Duan Yue were left. The other visitors turned to look at them.
With a forced smile, Lao Zhou grabbed Duan Yue's hand. "It's fine. We'll just follow you. As long as we don't get separated, there shouldn't be any problems."
Lao Zhou did not argue about the picture, and this made the other visitors have a good impression of him.
"We haven't entered the central hub yet, so it's pointless to talk about that now. We'll discuss it after we enter the central hub." Wang Yan felt like he had contributed the most, but he only got one picture. That was quite inappropriate, but he did not say it out loud. He merely sounded impatient.
"Everyone, follow closely." Yang Cheng walked at the front. The deeper they went, the darker the light became. Without using other lighting tools, they would not be able to see each other's faces clearly from six to seven meters away.
"Brother, how about we call it a day?" Fan Chong stopped at the entrance of the tunnel. If one looked closely, one would notice that the fat on his body was trembling slightly, as if he was trembling in fear.
"Since we're already here, why don't we go in?" Fan Dade looked at his little brother and placed his hand on Fan Cong's shoulder. "You're too much of a shut-in. You need to come out to experience something new. Don't lock yourself up in your room. I know you're not feeling good about it, but do you think you don't want to live after a breakup? Life has to go on. "
"I've been staying at home, but it's not because of a breakup." Fan Cong was helpless toward his brother. He seemed to be hiding something, but it was not convenient for him to share it. In the end, he could only be dragged into the underground morgue by his brother.
The chef and his little brother walked at the back, followed by Duan Yue and Lao Zhou. Xiao Li and Bai Qiulin were solo visitors, and they walked side by side. Then, it was the editor from Thriller Magazine and Yang Cheng's group.
The group soon came to the first junction. One was not painted, and the other was painted white.
On the white-painted wall of the passageway, four blood-red words were written — Living Humans Are Forbidden.
As for the unpainted passageway, perhaps because there was no white paint to reflect light, it looked a little dim, giving off a very eerie feeling.
"The corridor with white paint is used to transport dead bodies. We'll take the unpainted corridor." Yang Chen didn't hesitate and walked over directly. However, as soon as he entered the tunnel, he stopped.
"Ol 'Yang, what's wrong with you?" Wang Yan bumped into Yang Cheng. He followed Yang Cheng's gaze and stopped as well.
The few visitors gathered around them. They could see clearly that there was a ball-shaped object bouncing up and down the corridor that was not painted.
"That looks like a human head, right?"
"It's too dark. I can't see it clearly." Yang Cheng did not expect to run into something so strange so soon. "Don't be afraid, there are more of us. Let's go take a look."
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