Zhang Peng raced down the worker's corridor like a headless fly. The layout of the Haunted House was complicated, and the lights were not on. After running for several meters, he realized with great sadness that he had lost the way that he had come from.
"Why aren't you running anymore? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to use you for a small experiment. " Holding the hammer with both hands, Chen Ge followed Zhang Peng like a ghost, chasing him into a corner.
"Won't hurt me? We've only met for three seconds, and you broke my bones with one hit! This is called won't hurt me! " Zhang Peng dropped the knife. His left arm was bleeding, and his right arm had lost all feeling. It hung from his shoulder like a noodle. At that moment, he felt so wronged that he even had the urge to call the police and surrender himself.
"Stop struggling. I advise you to listen to me and do as I say, or else you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair." Chen Ge approached slowly. There was no sympathy in his heart. Zhang Peng was there to kill him, and if not for his warning, he would have been dead already.
"Brother, do you think that's something a victim should say? I've really been unlucky for eight lifetimes! " Zhang Peng's knife had been dropped somewhere. He was defenseless, so he ran for cover.
"You sure run fast." Chen Ge chased after him. After a few steps, that strange cutting sound appeared again, and a black shadow leaped out from the worker's corridor!
The mirror monster probably only realized what was going on now. It knew its chance had come.
In his panic, Zhang Peng ran down the first floor of the Haunted House. When he turned a corner, he saw someone waving at him.
Perhaps because the pressure that Chen Ge gave him was too great, he did not hesitate and ran toward the man's location.
Chen Ge saw this as well, and his heart chilled. The shadow was about the same size as He Feng; it was the mirror monster!
"There's a way out for you, but you insist on going to hell. That's a real ghost!" Before Chen Ge could say anything, Zhang Peng and the shadow had already reached the end of the corridor. Under the shadow's guidance, Zhang Peng hid inside the bathroom.
"The mirror in the first-floor bathroom is perfectly fine. The mirror monster has lured him there, so it's obvious that it's about to make its move!" At this critical moment, Chen Ge also became nervous. He rushed to the bathroom, shook the door lock, and found that the door was locked.
The development of the situation gradually deviated from his plan. The black shadow suddenly appeared and took Zhang Peng away before he could control him.
"Ah!"
A few seconds later, a shrill scream came from the bathroom. Things were pushed over and smashed. Zhang Peng seemed to have run into something extremely scary.
"What happened inside?" Chen Ge raised the hammer and smashed the door lock. The lock was broken, but the door still could not be opened. The back of the door was blocked by a storage cabinet.
Unable to see what was going on in the bathroom, Chen Ge was a little impatient. He kept hitting the wooden door with the hammer.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The loud noises could be heard outside the Haunted House. Chen Ge used all his strength, and the hollow wooden door was smashed through. The storage cabinet behind it started to shake, and a gap that was half the width of a palm appeared.
Looking through the gap, the black cloth that covered the bathroom mirror fell to the ground. Zhang Peng stared at the mirror with confusion, and the scariest thing was, there was a large shadow standing between him and the mirror!
The shadow was slowly changing until its body size was similar to Zhang Peng's. It took a step back and allowed half of its body to merge into the mirror. Then, the strangest thing happened.
Zhang Peng, who was staring blankly, voluntarily walked toward the mirror. His face was stuck close to the surface of the mirror, and his body had merged with the shadow's.
About four seconds later, Zhang Peng's lips that were slightly open unconsciously curled up into a creepy smile!
He slowly turned around to look at Chen Ge through the door and the storage cabinet. He reached out to touch the blood on his arm and wrote something on the mirror.
Another two seconds later, Zhang Peng's eyes returned to normal. He shivered, jumped through the bathroom window, and ran out of the Haunted House.
The monster in the mirror has already entered Zhang Peng's body? Why does this thing hate me so much? Is it because I've ruined his plans so many times? The mirror monster had tried to attack Heshan and He Feng, but it had failed due to external interference. Perhaps that was why the monster hated the Haunted House's owner, Chen Ge.
The bathroom door was stuck, and it would not open anytime soon. Chen Ge hurried to the front door, but before he walked out, he heard Inspector Lee's voice coming from outside.
"Chen Ge! Hang in there! We'll be there in a minute! "Following a loud bang, the gates were pried open, and the police officers rushed in.
Seeing this, Chen Ge immediately tossed the hammer to the corner and removed his mask and jacket.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Inspector Lee was the first to rush in. When he saw Chen Ge standing in the corridor, he rushed over. "Xiao Chen, are you hurt?"
Chen Ge took a step back and 'weakly' leaned against the wall. He patted his chest lightly. "I'm slightly shaken, but it's nothing serious. Don't worry about me, go after Zhang Peng! He escaped through the bathroom window! "
"Leave the rest to us. You've worked hard tonight."
"It's nothing. As long as I can capture the suspect, this small sacrifice is nothing."
"Don't be so rash in the future. Tonight was so dangerous!" Inspector Lee's eyes were filled with admiration. He arranged for the others to go after Zhang Peng while he accompanied Chen Ge inside the Haunted House.
He entered the staff breakroom first. When he saw the blood on the bedsheet, he became nervous. "Xiao Chen, you're injured? Let me take a look! "
"The blood isn't mine …" Chen Ge did not know how to explain. "The room was dark at the time, and the suspect appeared to have cut himself."
Inspector Lee nodded. He raised the flashlight to look at the ghastly knife marks on the bedsheet and quilt, and his gaze was serious. "A person who is not good with knives will only be able to cut themselves in a state of extreme madness."
He pointed at the knife marks. "There are seventeen cuts in total! That's enough to convict him of attempted murder. This is the evidence! "
Staring at the knife mark on the bedsheet, Chen Ge felt a lingering fear.
Inspector Lee put on his gloves and signaled for Chen Ge to leave the room. "Don't touch anything in this room. Someone will be coming to take pictures for evidence."
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