"Big brother, wake up!"
Fan Cong shook Fan Dade's shoulders. After a while, Fan Dade finally woke up.
"Where are we?" His eyes finally focused. The large and muscular Fan Dade was lying on his side on the ground. He looked very weak.
Seeing his big brother in this state, Fan Cong's lips moved. He did not have the heart to continue.
"Have we been escorted out of the Haunted House by the workers?"
Fan Cong did not speak for a long time. His expression was like he was possessed. Fan Dade realized that something was wrong. He struggled to get up and looked around.
The steel door, the morgue, and the sound of wheels lingering in his ears. This feeling of déjà vu caused Fan Dade to be unable to process it for a moment.
"This scene … have we experienced it before?"
The sound of nails scratching the door grew louder, and the sound of heavy breathing came from inside the morgue. Without waiting for Fan Cong's answer, Fan Dade already had the answer in his heart.
The sound of wheels whistled and stopped at the door. The morgue doors were knocked open, and blood splattered everywhere. More monsters than before crawled out.
With his legs weak, Fan Dade leaned against the door of Morgue No. 2, and his hands started to shake uncontrollably.
The door behind him was slammed into, and his body shook along with the door. Fan Dade felt like his bones were about to shatter.
"Stop it! Aren't you guys way too fast? I just woke up! I just woke up! "
Fan Dade wanted to cry, but compared to him, Fan Cong appeared calmer.
For a smart person, they would not make the same mistake twice.
Wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Fan Cong collapsed to the ground like his legs were cramping, and he fell behind Fan Dade.
"Brother, if you wake up from your coma later, remember not to wake me up. Just let me be unconscious for a while longer." After saying the last sentence, Fan Chong's eyelids rolled up, and he 'fainted' straight away.
Before Fan Dade realized what was happening, the lights in the room went off.
"Little brother? Xiao Chong? Fan Cong? "
The morgue door was knocked open, and Fan Dade was surrounded by multiple shadows. The whole underground scenario could hear Fan Dade's screams.
…
Half a minute later, the lights came back on, and the corridor returned to normal.
The shadow had dissipated, and Fan Dade's body twitched in the corner. He could no longer spit out more white foam.
Slowly opening his eyes, Fan Cong, who was lying next to Fan Dade, opened his eyes. While he was afraid, there was a trace of excitement in his heart.
As long as he pretended to be dead, he wouldn't be attacked by the ghosts? No, perhaps it was my big brother who attracted all the firepower. Thinking back to what had happened earlier, Fan Cong's scalp went numb.
I need to leave this place as soon as possible. Anywhere else is better than here.
He struggled to stand up and shook Fan Dade's shoulders. "Big brother, wake up! Quick! "
After panicking for a long time, Fan Dade did not seem to be getting better. Fan Cong's heart was racing. He grabbed Fan Dade's arms and tried to carry him.
He just pulled Fan Dade up when he heard a sigh coming from the end of the corridor.
"Fainting due to shock is a sudden fainting. The first thing you need to do is make sure he's lying flat on the ground, make sure there's ventilation, and then start CPR. Moving his body now won't do him any good. "
This was an unfamiliar voice, and it did not belong to any other visitor. Fan Cong did not hear what the person said. When the person spoke, he let go and lay down where he was.
Fan Dade's body also landed on the ground, and the two 'corpses' were lying in the middle of the corridor.
The person in the distance did not seem to expect that his kind reminder would cause the person to faint. A few seconds later, the lights on the wall dimmed, and gusts of cold wind blew in the corridor. Four doctors in white coats, masks, and gloves walked over.
They were covered up so tightly that their faces could not be seen.
"Why did he faint? Wasn't he fine earlier? Was he too sensitive? "
"This big man's physical condition is not bad. He fell several times, but his skin did not break. He's so sturdy. The last time I encountered someone like this was at Autopsy Room No. 7. He was a construction worker, and it was very easy for him to shave off the fat. "
"Stop wasting time. Save him first. It's too dangerous to just leave him in the middle of the road."
One of the kind doctors went to save Fan Dade, and the rest surrounded Fan Cong.
The cold wind caressed his face, and his body was cold, but Fan Cong could not stop the sweat from pouring out of his forehead.
"I feel like I'm surrounded? What should I do? What should a normal person do in this situation? "
Feeling a chill on his neck, one of the doctors said with surprise, "Is he fine? Why did he faint? "
"His heart is beating so fast, so he should be faking it."
"Then doesn't that mean he has seen us? Why don't we … "
When the few doctors were discussing, Fan Cong, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes slightly, and they happened to meet the sharp gazes of the few doctors.
"As expected, he is faking it." The leading doctor looked the youngest, and his gaze was the scariest. "Normally, I hate people who play dirty tricks."
With an awkward smile, the fat on Fan Cong's face started to jiggle. His fat hands pressed on the ground, and he tried to sit up. "I didn't expect this Haunted House to have a doctor. This is rare internationally, right? No wonder this is the scariest Haunted House in Jiujiang. "
He looked at the doctor who was trying to save his big brother. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like something was wrong, but he could not pinpoint what was wrong.
Surrounded by the doctors, his body became colder. Fan Cong forced a happy smile. "Gentlemen, I won't disturb you anymore. Please continue."
He reached his hand into his pocket, and his finger moved on the screen. His body retreated. He did not want his big brother anymore; the best solution was to escape on his own.
"Wait a minute."
The few doctors spoke at the same time, and their eyes focused on the hand that Fan Cong had reached into his pocket.
Fan Cong knew that he was in trouble, so he moved faster. After turning a corner, he realized that it was a dead-end, and the exit was blocked by the doctors.
"You're overweight, and you've been scared for a long time. Your heart rate is not normal. I have professional equipment with me, and I hope you can cooperate with me to do some tests." After the doctor said that, he was not so sure himself. "There should be equipment, if I remember correctly."
"Are you going to treat me?" Fan Cong held the phone and slowly approached the doctor. When he was about one meter away from the doctor, he suddenly picked up speed.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I know my own body better than anyone else. You don't need to worry about me!"
Fan Cong's 100-kilogram body rammed into the few doctors. He was also scared out of his wits, and he wanted to fight with his life on the line.
His arms moved randomly, and they brushed against the doctor's coat. Fan Cong felt like his fingertips had brushed against something.
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