"Let's go. Stop looking around." Sister Ghost leaned close to the male assistant. "Did Brother Gang tell you the requirements for this mission? Why is your heart beating so fast? And why are you sweating so much? Are you not feeling well? "
"It's fine, it's fine." The male assistant pulled back his gaze. Holding the phone, his face was strangely pale, and he mumbled softly, "The footsteps are chaotic, but there's no extra one. Thankfully, thankfully …"
"You're such a weird person." Sister Ghost wanted to ask the male assistant something, but seeing how he was acting, she gave up on that thought.
"Little Sister, you and Small Ghost should pay more attention. This Haunted House is very well designed." Big Ghost silently moved to Sister Ghost's side.
"Did you hear something again?" Sister Ghost was curious.
"Someone is calling for help. The voice is coming from the wall. I closed my eyes to confirm the source of the voice, but I realized that the voice seems to be coming from all directions, like there are speakers buried everywhere." Big Ghost's ability to express himself was very weak.
"Big Ghost, this is just a Haunted House. Don't scare yourself. Other than that, you should go find a doctor to look at your ears. If this drags on, a small illness will turn into a serious illness. "Sister Ghost's voice only sounded normal when she was talking to Big Ghost and Small Ghost.
"Okay."
The group of eleven reached the end of the corridor, and they came to the first junction.
"There are signs on the wall. The club activity room, storage room, gymnasium, library, and swimming pool are on the left, and the right is the education block, lab, and office building." Small Ghost walked at the front. He looked at the words on the wall and reached out to touch them. "It's carved with a knife, and there's some paint on it."
There was a light red stain on his fingertips, and if one sniffed it, there was a light smell of blood.
"Our mission is to place the thirteen oil paintings in the art club. It's related to the club activity, so I suggest we go to the left first. Perhaps we'll find some clues." Lan Dong's black-rimmed glasses covered his excited eyes. The boy treated this Haunted House visit as a game of detective.
"The oil paintings are related to the art club — that's common knowledge. The boss might have used that to set up various traps in the corridor on the left." Imp pointed at the tunnel on the right. "Why don't we do the opposite and take the tunnel on the right? Maybe we can catch him off guard."
"My little brother has a point. Once you fall into the other party's rhythm, you'll be at a disadvantage." Sister Ghost supported Small Ghost unconditionally. Then, she nudged Big Ghost.
Big Ghost seemed to be spacing out and did not pay attention to what the others were saying. After being touched by Sister Ghost, he said instinctively, "The crying is getting closer. It's just around us."
His sudden words caused the atmosphere to become very strange.
"The haunted house's workers might be coming. The safest solution is to return the way we came. No matter what we see, do not turn back. We will stay at the entrance," Bai Buhui reminded them again.
"Ahem." Liu Gang coughed drily. "There's no need for the two of you to help the Haunted House build up the atmosphere. This time, I'm livestreaming it. If I take a step back, I won't be able to live up to the comments."
"Ignore them." Lan Dong chuckled. "I've seen Big Ghost and Small Ghost's supernatural show. The so-called sleeping in the graveyard is nothing special. Many of the supernatural phenomena in the show are caused by them."
After all, Lan Dong was young and straightforward. He said what was on his mind in front of the livestream audience.
Even though the camera was not aimed at him, the livestream audience heard his voice.
"Bullsh * t!" Small Ghost was hot-tempered. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to argue with Lan Dong.
"The three of us have played many paranormal games, and we've been to many places to test our courage, all to find the existence of spirits. Unfortunately, until now, we haven't come across anything too strange. All the strange phenomena can be explained by science." Lan Dong seemed to be a genius. He did not want to argue with Small Ghost and walked to Liu Gang's side. "Brother Gang, this time, just watch. The three of us will explain everything about this Haunted House from a scientific perspective."
"Brother Gang …" The male assistant wanted Lan Dong to explain the legs that he had seen earlier, but Liu Gang did not give him the chance.
"I understand that you want to maximize the effect of the show, but there is no need for that." Liu Gang told the camera confidently. "We're here to fight against fraud. We'll do it openly, not through these dirty tricks to attract attention."
"You have a point. Brother Gang is indeed a big account with millions of fans. We should learn from him."
"Come on, we'll go to the left first."
Since Liu Gang had given the order, the others had to endure it even though they were unhappy.
The light dimmed, and the people at the front could not see the face of the person at the back.
"Stay close!"
The staircase was complicated. Even though there was a map on the wall, the map was covered in red paint like it had been modified by ghosts.
They entered several rooms, but Liu Gang's group did not find any paintings. Instead, they saw many torn workbooks and diaries, and they were filled with many scary words.
This school seemed to be filled with taboos. Once they did something bad, they would be met with misfortune.
"Bang!"
Lan Dong pushed open a door at the corner, and the wooden board with the words' Club Activity Center 'fell to the ground.
The room looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. There was a moldy smell, and the tables and chairs were covered in dust.
"A club activity file?" The bald guard, Liu Guangming, found a yellowed book on the table. It had the information of various clubs, but he did not see the art club. "Why isn't there an art club?"
"We've been here for ten minutes. Theoretically speaking, we should have started to provide clues." Lan Dong grabbed the file and flipped through it. Every club had a black and white picture of the club members, but when he flipped to the end, he frowned.
The club recorded on the last page was called the Supernatural Research Club. In the picture, all the members were wearing blood red outfits.
"Of all the pictures, only the picture of this club is different. The art club should be related to this club! If we want to complete the mission, we'd better go find the members of this club. They should have left behind some information. " Lan Dong memorized the information about the Supernatural Research Club. "The club doesn't have an activity room. The teacher in charge is Bai, and all the information is in Mr. Bai's dormitory."
"Brother Dong, it's been ten minutes, and we haven't found a single painting. If this continues, it'll be hard to complete the mission," Ah Li whispered. "I suggest we split up. One group will search for the paintings, and the other will focus on deciphering the art club's secret. That way, we can place the thirteen paintings into the art club's oil painting room in the shortest amount of time possible."
"Looks like that's the only way." Lan Dong turned to Liu Gang. "Brother Gang, make the decision."
"Don't even think about it." Bai Buhui blocked the door. "I've seen many horror movies. When everyone stays together, nothing will happen, but some people have to leave due to various reasons. I've always been curious why those people are in such a hurry to die."
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