Chapter 227: Help! Help! (3)

"Let's go first. I heard that this haunted house uses a fear-grading system. It is rare to enter the most difficult scene. I still want to go around again." Ye carefully stood in the dean's office and did not come out.
The noise from the recorder is getting louder and louder, and there are other sounds faintly out of the current.
It seemed like someone was gasping and crying.
Han Qiuming looked at the time, and there were only two minutes left. He did not forcefully: "Okay, then you pay attention to safety."
After that he carried the recorder and ran outside alone.
Looking at the back of Han Qiuming running hurriedly, Ye Cain's calmness that had been maintained has been broken, and those beautiful eyes slowly widened.
"How does he seem to be crawling alone on his back?"
She is a staunch atheist, and it is for this reason that she can go into various haunted houses for evaluation with impunity, and she firmly believes that all these are false.
But just now, she saw something that she couldn't explain with her previous experience.
"Who is the person lying on his back? Should it be a person?"
...
Han Qiuming ran on the recorder with all his strength: "Two minutes left!"
The body is getting colder and colder, and Han Qiuming doesn't know where the problem is. The coolness comes from behind, penetrates into the body, and drills into the heart.
"pain……"
There was a voice in the ear, if there was nothing, it was like a woman lying on her shoulder.
"Who!" Han Qiuming turned his head sharply and looked behind him, with nothing on his shoulders.
"I heard it wrong?"
He speeded up, and now there was only one thought in his mind, and quickly left here.
"Something is in hand, and you win when you go out, and the face lost in Tian Teng Hospital can be earned back by me!"
Regardless of Han Qiuming, he accelerated his speed and ran forward.
"It hurts ..."
The voice moved closer, leaning from the shoulder to the ear, as if to get into the ear hole
"It hurts!"
"Ah!" Han Qiuming waved his hands fiercely into the air: "Get out! What!"
There was no response from anyone around him, and there was only his own echo and the rustling current in the dark corridor.
"Is this recorder playing tricks?" Apart from myself, only the recorder can make sound. Han Qiuming raised it in front of him, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light changed from green to red somehow.
"Is that it?"
Han Qiu Ming struggled his brain and couldn't figure out what the principle was. Time was declining. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he carried the recorder and continued to run forward.
"Sound recorder is definitely a problem, but it is the key to the success of customs clearance! It was easy to find, how could it be thrown away? Isn't it a waste of all the hard work before?"
In the heart, Han Qiuming scolded Chen Ge for a dog: "Shameless! Too mean!"
Now, as long as you run out with the recorder, you will be cleared, but this is also the most entangled place. Throwing away the recorder will make you feel uncomfortable. If you do n’t throw it away, you will have to face the horror of the recorder.
No way, this is an almost unsolvable scene level for ordinary people!
"Fight!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth, in order to pass through Chen Ge's haunted house, he really made a living.
Running all the way, the shoulders are getting thicker and deeper, something seems to be pressed on the back, and the cold feeling penetrates into the bone marrow.
"It hurts ..."
The voice behind him gradually became clear, changing from a vague male voice to a female voice.
It sounds relatively mature and contains a trace of helplessness and despair.
"Wait!"
When this voice sounded, Han Qiuming's hairs stood up: "Where did I seem to hear this voice?"
He was almost stunned. He was in a haunted house with no intersection. Under such a crisis, he heard a very familiar voice.
"Where did you hear it?"
Cold Khan slid down his forehead, and he knew few female friends, even none at this age.
"No, I must have heard about it."
Memories deep in my mind emerged, and Han Qiuming suddenly remembered one night half a year ago.
He is revising the design plan of Tian Teng Hospital. In order to increase the attractiveness of the haunted house, he resolutely and resolutely added the strange death of Xu Zhenzhen's father and daughter to the haunted house production as a gimmick.
In order to design a dark line and make Xu Zhenzhen, a female ghost, more real, he searched a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.
The woman used to work in her father's hospital, but was expelled because of a doctor-patient dispute. The patient was very fierce at the time, and there were even videos streaming out online.
The family of the patient went to the hospital to make trouble and accused Xu Zhenzhen. Xu Zhenzhen in a white coat was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.
She whispered, but no one listened carefully to her. Later, when the scene was out of control, she was pushed to the ground by someone, and her fingers were stepped on by someone.
"It hurts ..."
"Yes! This is the voice!"
Han Qiuming's scalp was about to explode. He heard the voice of a dead man in a haunted house!
He threw the recorder on the ground, and even if he gave Han Qiuming ten more guts, he wouldn't go any closer to the recorder.
"Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice run into the recorder? It was specially made by the surname Chen? Impossible! He didn't even know that we were going to the third sick building at the beginning, it was a scene that was temporarily changed because of my proposal." Han Tyumen really wanted to pump himself a big mouth, "I'm so cheap!"
"The recorder was originally a part of Tian Teng Hospital. Did my fictional Xu Zhenzhen become a real ghost?" His body temperature was dropping, his skin was cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier: "Run first and say it again, it's so evil , This place is so evil. "
Han Qiuming ran forward, but he didn't run a few steps away and he began to pant after being tired. The bedding was very soft on it and it didn't work, and his body felt more and more heavy.
"What's going on? It's like carrying something?" Han Qiuming glanced behind him, and the recorder was thrown by him in the corner. Because it fell on the bedding, there was no damage and he continued to work.
The tape was spinning in the recorder, like a weird smiley face, and like a vortex staring deeper.
"I have to escape."
The recorder is far away, but the sound of rustling current is still ringing in my ears.
"It hurts, it hurts ..."
The woman's voice constantly tortured Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually became untidy: "Don't be noisy! I tell you not to be noisy!"
He hit the air, circling in the same place, trying to find out where the sound came from, he always felt a woman's face on his back talking.
"roll!"
He took out his mobile phone to turn on the bright light, and turned on the camera function behind him. When turning the lens, a familiar face that he had seen countless times in newspapers and hospital materials appeared.
"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"
The phone dropped ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Han Qiuming ran to the end of the corridor, his body getting colder and colder, and the voice followed him.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Turning around the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the puppets lay down. He didn't pay attention to the changes in these puppets and rushed forward frantically.
But he didn't know what was going on. He clearly took a closer look, but he still stumbled on something in his calf. The whole person fell heavily among a bunch of puppets, and the high myopia on his face flew out!
"My glasses!"
Han Qiuming was lying on the ground, surrounded by a blur, with hands, feet and heads everywhere.
He crawled in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved between the puppets, further and further away from him.
To make matters worse, in the darkness and darkness, countless heads and stumps approached him.
"What ?! Don't come! Help! Help!"