Chapter 225: 1 recorder at work

"Boss, let's all come here, and go back to find him again?" Xiao Du felt a little reluctant. Han Qiuming's speech was usually bitter and mean, and Du Chaojin had some aversion to him.
"We don't go to him, because this guy's character is likely to have an accident." Guo Miao's face was gloomy, almost dripping out of water: "Maybe he has an accident now, no! Let's go back!"
"I also agree with the boss." Surprisingly, Song An didn't even care about private enemies at this time, and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: "The haunted house play is the most taboo scattered and everyone should get together."
Xiao Du hesitated and finally nodded: "Well, I'll go back to him with you."
The most innocent of the few people was Su Luoluo. She didn't know anything, and she didn't know what the staff members of these Tianteng Hospitals were talking about. She just ran around, nervous.
"We searched carefully, and every ward must have a look." Under Guo Miao's leadership, several people walked back into the haunted house again, looking at each ward.
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Han Qiuming and Ye entered the dean's office carefully, and the two compartments inside and outside were decorated with tables and chairs
"The drawers are empty, and there are no books on the bookshelves. I do n’t want to judge the character of the haunted house owner from reading preferences. But okay, there are no books on the bookshelves to reduce the time we search. Kind of thing. "Han Qiuming was talking carefully with Ye, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.
Ye Cain staggered with Han Qiuming and walked directly into the back room, she looked at the widened wardrobe.
"Let me come, this wardrobe is obviously specially made, and there is a 90% chance of hiding a haunted house actor or other shockers." Han Qiuming stepped forward and opened the cabinet door.
The cabinet was empty and there was nothing.
He smiled embarrassedly, self-deprecating and said: "It seems that 10% of the situation has occurred. It is estimated that the haunted house actor scared the old Guo and they haven't had time to come back."
Ye Cain completely lost interest in talking to him, and gently tapped on the inner wall of the wardrobe: "There is a special wardrobe in a special room, there must be a reason."
When Cautious fingers tapped on the partition between the wardrobe and the wall, the sound changed and it was clear that the back was empty.
The two of them worked together to open the partition, and a secret passage appeared.
"Inner passage of haunted house employees?"
"It should not be."
No lights were installed in the secret road, and carefully took out the mobile phone lighting at night. After she and Han Qiuming entered the secret road, the cabinet door of the dean's office seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.
The secret road is narrow and difficult to turn around, but fortunately it is only a few meters away.
At the end of the oppressive secret passage is an iron door. Carefully pulled the door open at night. In front of it was a wooden board. She pushed it open. The scene in front of her changed. This is a ward that she had been to in the future.
"The dean's office and the ward are connected to each other? What does this arrangement mean?" The real scene of the third ward allowed Night to carefully and thoroughly substitute it.
"Did the dean treat the patients in this ward as his own property?" Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: "I heard that some private mental hospitals had chaotic management a few years ago, and there had been similar chaos."
"It is possible." Ye Cain and Han Qiuming entered the house and began to search the room.
The beds, night pots, and wooden chairs with flattened corners are very simple. There is nothing special about them.
"Let's go and see." Han Qiuming opened the door of the ward, and a strange smell poured into the nasal cavity, as if the smell of potion and blood were mixed together.
He took a small step back and stretched his neck to look at the corridor outside.
The wall cracked, and the blood contained therein seemed to flow, giving a very strange feeling, as if the building itself was alive, and its blood vessels were hidden in the wall.
"This corridor, we don't seem to have been here yet."
The scene structure is almost the same, but the feeling is completely different. The third sickness building applies the horror of the scene circulation to the extreme. They do n’t know what they will encounter when they continue to go down, and they do n’t know how many more will be behind. The corridor is waiting for them.
The bedding on the ground was badly damaged, and the dummies made of pillows and sheets showed their heads, with strange expressions on their faces, no matter which direction they stood, they seemed to be watching them.
There was a hint of retreat in Han Qiuming's heart. He and Ye Cain came from the secret road. It was not clear how far this corridor was from the other corridors, nor how many scary things were hidden in it.
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to take a picture towards the side of the aisle. The end of the dark and dark corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.
"Don't block the road." Ye walked out of the ward carefully, and her exposed legs felt a little cool. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.
"Look for it, the recorder should be hidden in a room in this corridor." Ye entered the ward next to check carefully, Han Qiuming was still standing.
His hand holding the door was covered with sweat, and he turned his head to sweep the door beside him.
The upper part of the ward door is very normal, marked with ward number three, but the lower part of the wooden door is a bit scary, completely smeared into red, sticky and bright, even more strange is that the red is like life Grow slowly on the door.
"Ward No. 3? The number of the wards in this corridor is not the same as the number of the wards in other corridors?"
Han Qiuming and Ye Cao searched three wards successively. When they came to the end of the corridor, they found a room with no number and any signs.
"Go, go in and see."
The space inside the house is not large. The UU reading book www.uukanshu.com is completely enclosed, soundproof cotton is attached to the wall, a binding bed is fixed against the wall, and the bed head is piled with some messy and worn equipment.
"It's a bit like an electric shock treatment room. I've seen it in many movies related to mental hospitals." Han Qiuming looked under the bed, and then walked to the middle of the pile of waste equipment. He scanned it roughly and suddenly With a laugh: "found!"
Han Qiuming pushed the electric shock device all over again and proposed a recorder from it.
"I thought how difficult this haunted house was." He tried hard to show something like this, but the expression on his face betrayed him.
At night, she is more calm and cautious. She looks at the recorder and frowns for the first time since entering the haunted house: "Have you heard anything?"
"Voice?" Han Qiuming didn't know what Ye Cao was saying: "No matter how much it is, leave quickly, there is a time limit for customs clearance. I want to pass the customs perfectly today, so that the surname Chen has nothing to say."
"Did you really not hear it?" Ye carefully pointed to the recorder in Han Qiuming's hand: "The tape inside is spinning and the indicator light is on. This recorder has been working."