Chapter 1122: White orphanage (four thousand)

"The red raincoat appeared on the platform. Please take the time to find out if there are any clues left on the platform." Fu Bole and several other haunted house designers carefully searched around the platform and they quickly found some problems.
There are two figures on the back of the platform of 　　 Long Street, a man and a woman, and the figures of these two people are engraved on the platform, which seems to be the frame of memory.
　　 There is also a water stain under the platform, where a male student wearing a school uniform and a female teacher holding a red umbrella can be seen vaguely.
　　 In the corner of the stop sign, there are some engraved characters, which are crooked and slanted. The person who left these words may be immersed in a childish, simple happiness.
　　 "Love starts with meeting."
　　 "I missed the last bus, but waited for you."
　　 "Can I take you home?"
　　 These crooked words seem to evoke the viewer's memories of youth, simple, clumsy, but beautiful.
"There is such a text in such a gloomy place? Is there a cruel and horrible story hidden behind the simple first love? All the goodness is just foreshadowing, and it will be torn apart at the last moment, and the contrast will create despair?" Snake There seems to be a similar theme in the sister's haunted house. She touched the black skull on her arm as if she was in a memory. This is a woman with a story.
"The style of this street is completely different from other buildings. It stands to reason that there should be a lot of shock points, but we haven't seen anything scary." The unpredictable hunch in Zuo Han's heart grew stronger, and it seems that it is now The last calm before the storm.
　　 "Don't check the platform, let's go to the next place immediately!" Zuo Han looked at the dark mist that was chasing them behind them, and decisively called others to run towards the other side of the street.
　　 "You must leave here. The fetal scene breaks all the laws I have summarized before. Any experience can not be used as a reference here. Why is this the case?"
　　 Everything happened very suddenly, as if there was an invisible black hand pushing everything in the background.
"Within less than fifteen minutes of the opening, we will enter the third stage. All the ghost actors in the four-star scene began to run away. With the three of us, the chance of escaping is zero." Zuo Han understands that he has encountered the worst situation: " The designers of those haunted houses can't be trusted. If they don't change their views immediately, they may'disappear' in the next sub-scenario. How should I break the game?"
　　 racked his brain and left Han's forehead quickly sweating. He is now under great pressure, facing both unknown and terrible enemies, and a group of pig teammates and hidden haunted actors.
　　Difficulties in domestic and foreign affairs, he really couldn't think of a good way to deal with it.
　　 "Too hasty! This four-star scene didn't give me time to buffer and think at all."
　　After the red raincoat left, the buildings on both sides of the street didn't have that kind of feeling of sorrow, just like ordinary streets.
　　 Tourists easily left the long street and came to the door of an orphanage with black and white as the main color.
　　 The rusty iron door was half open, and the nursery rhymes of the sorrow didn't know where it came from.
　　 This orphanage looks like it has been deserted for a long time, but the yard is dry with a piece of children's clothes, and there are newly dug holes on the ground, it seems to be used to fill something.
　　 Everywhere in the orphanage you can see traces of activities, but tourists can't find anyone.
　　 The wind chime hanging on the eaves shook gently, and Zuo Han pushed open the door of the hall.
　　Some sentimental music came from a room, and at the end of the tables, there was a broken shrine.
"This is a private orphanage. There are absolutely no shrines in public welfare institutions." Teacher Wang looked at the shrine and thought about some of the things that had happened before: "Some private orphanage founders believe that they will be in My room is dedicated to plaques, but for the first time I saw the orphanage with the shrine directly in the hall like this."
　　 walked over the long wooden dining table, and the face of Teacher Wang gradually became difficult to look at.
　　 The shrine is densely covered with the words Fang Yu, and looks very scary.
"It was picked out a little bit with fingernails. The dark black patches on it were blood stains. They had grown up with the wooden board. It was strange. It felt like someone had been digging words on the shrine for years." Teacher Wang was puzzled: "Does it cost so much to make a haunted house prop?"
"This is not necessarily done by boss Chen himself. He has provided clues for many murders. I suspect that some items in his haunted house were brought directly from the scene of the murder." Zuo Han said quietly, these topics are internal secrets, so he Not willing to let too many people know.
　　 "The haunted house owner has provided clues for many murders?" Teacher Wang subconsciously asked: "I did hear that it is not very fair recently, and the Hanjiang City branch has an additional informant. Is that informant the boss of this haunted house?"
"Teacher, because you didn't have any contact with the bureau because of the incident, you don't know very well. This haunted house owner is very..." When investigating this case, he bluntly turned over Han Jiang's old case 20 years ago. I don't know how to describe this kind of person. Anyway, it's just four words. Keep it away."
　　 "Can the old case 20 years ago be turned over?"
"Yeah, this is actually not the most terrible." Zuo Han's voice was even lower: "He provided the Hanjiang police with clues for several heavy cases and cracked many cases, but the case of his own parents missing There is no progress at all. I suspect that there is a big problem. The disappearance of his parents is definitely not simple."
"Did you actually come to visit his haunted house because of this?" Teacher Wang values ​​Zuo Han very much and thinks that he is one of the best students of Hanjiang Forensic Medical School. He thinks Zuo Han is different from other children. Not the kind of playful student.
"I'm afraid I haven't yet been qualified to investigate the case of the disappearance of his parents." Zuo Han looked at the shrine in front of him: "I can't see through him at all, I don't know what he is thinking at all, I don't even dare to confront him sometimes See. I tried to simulate and analyze his mental condition and personality, and the conclusions made me frightened. He has the sensible and calmness beyond ordinary people, as well as exaggerated adaptability and extremely high IQ."
　　 "Are there any similar person comparison parameters in the database?"
"No, he is a monster. Being able to design so many exquisite horror scenes alone can find clues hidden in countless serious cases. Compared with him, no one is qualified to be called a genius." Zuo Han's hand gently I touched the shrine and swiped the names on my fingertips: "The more I know, the more I am afraid, and the more I am afraid, the more curious I am. I want to find out the truth, and if possible, I am also planning to use the pre-graduation Came to work on his last holiday."
"The first place in the comprehensive score of the School of Forensic Medicine ran into the haunted house to work?" Teacher Wang wondered if he had heard it wrong: "You are much smarter than me. What you lack is only experience. If he is really as powerful as you said, you will count I'm afraid I won't find anything useful when I come here to work."
　　 When the two were chatting, a wooden door in the side hall was pushed open, and a gray-haired old man walked out of the room with a thermos. He was stunned when he saw so many people standing in the hall.
　　 "Are you here to adopt a child?" The old man's voice was trembling, his body was poor, and he seemed to faint the next moment.
　　 "He is so old and he comes out as a haunted house actor? This haunted house is black hearted." Fu Bole walked to the old man: "We are not here to adopt children. We are here to find things. Have you ever seen this?"
　　 He took the picture of the rag doll from his pocket and shook it in front of the old man.
"I haven't seen it. If you didn't come to adopt your children, hurry and leave. This town is not flat. If you don't leave, you may never be able to leave." The old man coughed a few times and was about to leave. He had not spoken in the crowd. Ma Feng suddenly stood up.
"Wait a minute! Have I seen you somewhere?" Ma Feng took over Jiang Jiu's work. In order to get a deeper understanding of Chen Ge, he watched Chen Ge's video of challenging his haunted house overnight. The old man in front of him seemed to be in the video He appeared there, but he couldn't remember.
"I have been staying in the orphanage to take care of the children. I have never left this town. How could you ever see me? Have you been here before?" The old man is Chen Ge's obsession with challenging the virtual future park haunted house Together with his grandson, wind chime ghost and costume red.
　　 "Maybe I got it wrong."
"Don't dare to admit the wrong person in this town. The acquaintance you see is not necessarily him. It may be something fake. Although they have the same face and voice, their hearts are completely different." The old man suddenly He coughed violently, as if his sentence just leaked the heavenly machine: "Hurry up and don't stay here."
"Hello!" Fu Bole reached out to grab the old man, but when he was about to grab the old man's arm, the old man hid in a very weird posture, and everyone didn't see clearly, only Fu Bole kept it The action of catching empty.
　　 The door of the side hall was not closed, but the old man disappeared after entering.
　　 A very bad feeling spread in everyone's heart, and Fu Bole walked subconsciously to the side hall.
　　 stood outside and could hear the laughter of the children, but after pushing the door open, there was no one in the side hall, and the ground was just throwing some toys.
"There must be something hidden in this orphanage, and you think about it. Boss Chen asked us to look for the rag dolls that are so worn out. Such a doll will definitely not be played by normal children. It may be an abandoned child. Wei Chaochao tried to analyze: "All the adopted children in the orphanage are homeless children, and the rag dolls we are looking for have a high probability of hiding here."
　　Everyone thinks that Wei Chaochao makes sense, only Zuo Han frowned and said nothing.
　　 "What's wrong? Do you have any opinion on me?" Wei Chaochao is a very intelligent person, but his intelligence is limited to certain aspects.
　　 "There are some aspects of your thinking. If you look at the whole scene, the probability of the ragdoll hiding here is very small, because there are still many scenes that have not been explored." Zuo Han said his opinion.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I think the orphanage was deliberately used by Boss Chen to cover up. The big probability here is a trap. We'd better not delay here for too long." Zuo Han knew that those people who he said did not necessarily listen, so he finished. Later, he went directly to Heshan and Teacher Wang, and began to look for clues.
　　 "Don't be swayed by him, let's explore according to our own ideas." Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao shared the same view. They carefully searched for rag doll traces in the scene according to the previous grouping.
　　Black mist drifted across the street, slowly surrounding the orphanage.
　　Zuo Han is about to evacuate and rush to the next scene. Those haunted house designers insist on staying in the orphanage scene.
　　 The two parties disagreed and eventually separated.
　　Zuo Han leads Heshan and Teacher Wang away, while others continue to explore in the gradually dense black mist.
　　 "This is an orphanage, but none of us saw it." Wei Chaochao stood at the entrance of the side hall: "Are we going to be fooled by the old man?"
　　 "The old man finally entered the side hall. Have you checked the side hall?" Fu Bole and Qin Guang stood beside Wei Chaochao, while others were searching the kitchen and backyard.
"Everyone has been checked, and no one was found. When he entered the side hall, it seemed to disappear..." Wei Chaochao said here, and suddenly his eyes lighted up: "The side hall is connected to the backyard. We are the first to think that he went to the backyard. , There is actually another possibility-there is a secret passage in the side hall!"
　　The three of them entered the side hall again, and the toy placement on the ground was different from before.
　　 "Someone moved something here!" Wei Chaochao found the problem for the first time. When UU read the book www.uukanshu.com, he saw a short figure running across the backyard and the side hall before he spoke: "Stop!"
　　Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole rushed directly over, they did not care about Qin Guang behind, chasing the figure into the utility room in the backyard.
　　 pushed open the wooden door, in front of a dilapidated table, a weird picture was placed on the table.
　　 The old man in the photo turned his back to Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole, and there seemed to be something in his arms.
　　 "The back of the people in this picture is a bit familiar."
　　 Qin Guangzheng, who was left alone in the side hall, was about to go out. He suddenly heard the sound of the ball flapping in his ear, and he turned to look.
　　 In the side hall, a toy ball rolled into the hall by itself, and strangely, it seemed to be hiding something in the dark corner.
　　 The ball rolls into the darkness, and then kicked out again, as if two invisible children are playing the game.
　　 Eyes twitched, Qin Guang said nothing, left the side hall directly, and ran to meet other people.
　　After he left, a little boy in red walked out of the corner with scarlet eyes.
　　 "I think they are scary is a very simple and happy thing, why is it so difficult to come to me? Why?"
　　As the boy in red gradually became irritable, the door of Room 1 on the first floor of the Quiet House hit the wall heavily, and a woman in a red raincoat walked out of the corridor with deceived anger.
　　 Bloodshot churning, red rain started again in the boundless black mist.