Fan Cong's flailing arms landed on the leading doctor. It was unclear what he had touched, but it felt wet.
"Why are all the doctors' coats wet?"
Tilting his head to the side, Fan Cong glanced at the doctor from the corner of his eyes. The place where his fingers had landed on the doctor's collar had sunk in, and it did not recover.
"His neck?"
The image before him was scary. The doctor was covered in uniform, but there was a sunken part on his neck. It looked very unnatural. It was like the person inside the uniform was not a person but a mud statue.
The uniform sunk in, and the doctor's collar was slightly open. A thick stench of formalin drifted out, and it made it hard for Fan Cong to open his eyes.
"Energetic, disorganized speech, and disorganized behavior — these are the signs of mania. Looks like you are seriously ill." The leading doctor's sunken collar slowly recovered. He signaled to the two doctors next to him. "Stop him. We'll help him do a full examination."
"I'm not sick!" Fan Chong was in despair. At other Haunted Houses, the worst that could happen was the patient fainting, but at this Haunted House, even if the patient fainted, they could still be saved. The thing that confused him the most was, why would someone with such great medical skill become an extra at a Haunted House?
"I'm really not sick. Don't come any closer!"
Hearing Fan Cong's scream, the leading doctor shook his head. "Whether you're sick or not is not up to you but the doctor. If you don't believe me, you can go to the nearest hospital for a full examination."
…
Fan Cong's scream echoed in the underground scenario. All the visitors who heard it could not help but shiver. They turned to look at the source of the scream with pity.
"This voice is familiar." Xiao Li squatted on the ground and whispered to Bai Qiulin, who was next to him.
"Looks like something has happened to Fan Cong and Fan Dade. We don't need to go and save them anymore." Bai Qiulin's tone was still as cold as ever. He ignored everyone like a lone wolf.
The lights in the corridor lit up again, and the monster lying on top of Hu Ya's head had already disappeared.
"What was that?" Ah Nan jogged over to help Hu Ya up. "Did you get a good look at it?"
Hu Ya shook her head. "He doesn't seem to have a face. His head is empty."
"Your head is empty? That shouldn't be a stuntman. Could it be a robot? "Ah Nan looked up at the ceiling. There were still water stains on the white ceiling.
"This Haunted House looks so old-fashioned, but it has so many new technologies integrated into it. The boss sure is willing to invest so much money into it. Isn't he afraid that it will all go to waste?" Xiao Li took out his phone and secretly recorded this important discovery. Then he pressed the send button and sent this information out.
"That's right, this Haunted House's boss sure works hard. I hear the props inside a Haunted House are different from those in other industries. They can't be recycled, so other than those in the same industry, no one will want them. "Lao Zhou and Duan Yue were very close to Xiao Li, so they had seen everything that he had done.
With a smile on his face, Lao Zhou let go of Duan Yue's hand. The two of them stood on either side of Xiao Li, sandwiching him in the middle.
When Xiao Li saw Lao Zhou walk over, he turned back to greet him. He had a good impression of Lao Zhou. From how he saw it, the most reliable person was Bai Qiulin, and the nicest people were Lao Zhou and his wife.
"The lights are back on. We should hurry and find Tails." Yang Cheng glanced at the time. "I've made some calculations. The time between the lights going off is three and a half minutes. I'm not sure if this time is fixed or random. If it is, I suggest we find a relatively safe place in the next three minutes and survive the next lights-out."
Yang Cheng's eyes scanned the group, and a strange light crossed his eyes. After saying that, he lowered his head. "Fan Cong and Fan Dade are already in trouble. Now, only the few of us are left. Let's gather together. Just the few of us, let's see what the monster in the dark looks like and confirm what kind of danger we will run into after lights-out. After that, we'll plan our next step."
There was a speculation in his heart. Combining it with his previous experience at the Haunted House, the way Yang Cheng looked at the other visitors changed.
He did not dare voice his thoughts, afraid that he might be used by the hidden person, so he could only search for Tails on his own.
He had to find that person before something happened to the next visitor.
Yang Chen was very smart, but if one were to calculate his age, he was only a university freshman, just twenty years old.
He placed great importance on clearing the Haunted House; this was a challenge and proof for him. However, it was different for other visitors, like Ah Nan and Hu Ya. For them, compared to clearing the Haunted House, finding the lost Tails was more important.
"There are only two paths, and the chance of Tails taking this path is very high." Ah Nan did not continue, but his meaning was clear.
The two editors from The Scariest Magazine walked away. Bai Qiulin obviously did not take Yang Cheng's words seriously. He and Xiao Li followed closely behind them.
"Ol 'Yang, how about we just ignore them and go on our own?" Wang Yan was a hot-tempered person. "We're not that close to them. If they want to find Tails, they can do it on their own."
"It's better if we stick together." Yang Cheng stared at Ah Nan and Hu Ya's backs, and his gaze shifted slightly. He was reminded of a detail.
When they signed the disclaimers, Lao Zhou's group and the three medical students had signed them inside the Haunted House, but he did not see any of the other visitors sign the disclaimers.
"Yes, they came in directly, so they didn't have to sign the disclaimer."
A whirlpool appeared in Yang Cheng's heart, pulling at all his memory. "In other words, the person I'm looking for should be among the six who entered the Haunted House later, and some of them didn't sign the disclaimer at all!"
Fear slowly crawled up his body, and Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes. He thought back to his conversation with the boss. They wanted to gather ten people before entering the Haunted House.
If they did not gather ten people in the end, was it possible that the boss had his own employees infiltrate the Haunted House to disguise as visitors?
This was not the first time the boss had done something like that. He had encountered it once when he visited Mu Yang High School.
"Understood." A cold smile appeared on Yang Cheng's lips. "No wonder I feel like I'm being led by the nose, and all my suggestions are refuted. So, there's a ghost among our group."
He had discovered the boss's weakness, but he did not reveal this secret to anyone. He focused all his attention on the few visitors who entered the Haunted House later.
"The editor, the mechanic, and the chef who suddenly fell ill, all of them are the biggest suspects."
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