Chapter 226: Trust me, it ’s not wrong

Wearing a blood-stained doctor uniform and holding a skull-crushing hammer, Chen Ge wore a face-to-face human skin mask and moved away from the board.
"It's been ten minutes, and no screams have been heard in the scene. It seems that they are used to the third sick building." Chen Ge felt more and more kind. He was worried that several tourists would come to face too strong Fright collapsed directly, so they were given a buffer time of ten minutes.
"Now the people in Tian Teng Hospital should find the recorder, and then it should be a little more difficult." Chen Ge stepped into the dark underground passage, and after walking down the stairs, he glanced at the left corridor, and there was a person outside the last classroom Not even: "Today these guys are quite honest, there will always be a few guys running out and walking."
Holding a faceless nurse uniform and carrying a skull hammer, Chen Ge pushed open the iron gate of the third sick building.
"The completion of the trial task of the third sick building is not high, and the hidden task has not been triggered. The completion of the entire scene is only about half of it. It cannot be regarded as a real Samsung scene. There are professional haunted house actors in the visitors Maybe they might succeed. "Chen Ge walked slowly, not in a hurry.
"Find the puppet of the mad woman first and put this nurse uniform on her to try it out."
Turning around the first corner, Chen Ge, who was thinking about things, suddenly stopped.
In the middle of the corridor, more than 20 dolls almost blocked the road, and the ground fell across the ground. The model's head rolled back and forth, and it seemed that they were having a good time.
"Why are you here?" Chen Ge stood in the middle of the road with an iron hammer, and the rolling heads stopped instantly, and all of them began to pretend to be dead.
"Is this your scene? What are you doing in the hospital in a school uniform?"
The puppets naturally do not respond, and are motionless, just like the pupils who secretly ran the Internet in the Internet cafe and met their class teacher.
"Even if I ran in, I was killed by the group!" Chen Ge said angrily, but actually felt a little distressed. He picked up the head on the ground to find the correct number, and spliced ​​several puppets together: " It's arrogant not to let go of the dolls. "
Because the light is too dark and the efficiency is very low, after five or six installations, he got up and left: "When I send them away, I will give you a head,"
With a bit of sigh in his voice, Chen Ge ran to the next corridor with a broken skull hammer.
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In the electrotherapy room, Han Qiuming put his ear next to the recorder and listened for a long time without hearing any sound.
"Is this an empty tape?" He thought for a long time and could only draw such a conclusion.
"Will the boss of the haunted house do such a boring thing?" Ye Cain always felt that there was a problem with the tape, but after listening for a long time, he could only hear the rustling current.
She reached out and pressed the switch, but no matter which key was pressed, the indicator light of the recorder was always on, and the tape was spinning silently.
"This recorder should be modified by the haunted house owner. The switch on the casing is just a decoration. The real switch is elsewhere." Han Qiuming did not find where the real switch was for a long time. His face was not very good. Since he entered the third place After the sick building, he had been embarrassed several times next to Night Care. The more he wanted to show, the more the props in this haunted house would be against him.
"No more, let's go out and talk again." Han Qiuming looked at the phone: "There are still three minutes, and I should be able to run out and have time."
He and Ye carefully came out of the electrotherapy room at the end of the corridor and returned the same way, preparing to leave the secret passage of Ward No. 3.
At the same time, on the other side of the corridor.
Guo Miao and Song An rushed into the depths of the third sick building. They roughly searched the second corridor and the third corridor, including the dean ’s room. Every room was checked in, but they did not find Han. Tyumen.
"Boss! The rooms on both sides have been searched, did not see Han Qiuming!" Song An gasped, his voice was irritable, and he spoke quickly.
"The corridor went straight. If he came over, he would definitely meet us. Where did this guy go?"
Guo Miao patted his face gently, he had not been so nervous for more than ten years: "I think about it carefully, there are three possibilities for Han Qiuming to disappear. First, he found the secret road, and ran in; Second, he hid in the room before. After we left, he went deeper into the haunted house scene alone; third ... "
Speaking of which, the scenes of psychiatric crimes emerged in Guo Miao's mind. He couldn't say it anymore. Just as Song An looked at each other, he saw fear in his eyes.
"The situation is a bit bad!"
The two big men communicated with their eyes and saw Su Luoluo's scalp numb: "Would you like to continue the visit? Should I leave first?"
She became more and more scared. She felt that her teammates were more dedicated than the haunted house employees. She was startled and said something completely incomprehensible, but felt very horrible.
"No! It would be dangerous for you to walk alone. We must not be separated now!" Song An's voice was severe, as if something very serious would happen when Su Luoluo left alone.
"Old Song said it well. Separation is to give others the opportunity to break one by one. Only when they get together will the other party dare not act rashly." Guo Miao reluctantly squeezed a smile at Su Luoluo: "Sorry, I'm in trouble for you, but you can rest assured We will definitely take you out safely. "
Upon hearing Guo Miao's apology, Su Luolu really wanted to cry.
Inexplicable apologies?
What happened?
I was just invited to visit the lucky draw, did nothing, and ran for a long time, why did you stand on me?
She now doubts whether she is being tricked or not. The real tourist who visited the whole is actually she alone, and the rest are all actors. This is the two ghost house practitioners playing against each other!
"Don't hesitate, the longer it is, the more dangerous Han Qiuming's situation will be. It's too late to find him now!" Guo Miao made a decisive decision: "Go! Let's go to the next corner!"
He and Song An ran ahead, and Xiao Du followed, before he left, he did not forget to turn back and say to Su Luoluo: "Song Brother and the boss are worth relying on, and with them, you will not be in danger."
"Is there any danger in visiting the haunted house? Do you usually comfort people like this?" Su Luoluo stood alone in the hallway filled with blood words, unwilling to follow Guo Miao. They continued to run deep into the haunted house, and dared not dare As she walked back, her anxious hair pulled off a few.
Several people turned around the corner and came to the fourth corridor. All ten wards opened the door and looked around. Still, they couldn't find Han Qiuming.
"The corridor has come to an end, where can Han Qiuming go?" Song An leaned against the wall, and he was exhausting physically.
"That's how a big living person disappeared?" Guo Miao's heart thumped. He glanced at both sides, and the blood on the wall seemed to become more intense.
"It must have been missed!" Guo Miao grabbed Song An's shoulder: "All the haunted houses have passages dedicated to employees ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The third sick building should be no exception, those we just went in just now There are several rooms with special structures in the ward. It is estimated that the secret passage is hidden there. "
"Okay, let's go together!"
Su Luo, who was following a few people, was unable to run. She was visiting this haunted house for the first time: "I just ran over, where are you going?"
"Employee passageway and Han Qiuming should be hidden in those rooms." Guo Miao looked at Su Luoluo, he hadn't shown such serious eyes for a long time: "Trust me, it's not wrong!"
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Carrying the recorder, Han Qiuming and Ye carefully walked out of the dean's office, and the noise in the tape gradually became louder.
"How about your teammates? I just seemed to hear the sound of running." Ye Cain kept a certain distance from Han Qiuming.
"Don't worry about them, let's go out and talk." Han Qiuming carried the recorder and always felt like he was being stared at by something, and his back was cold.