Chapter 228: Devil's story

Han Qiuming only had time to scream, and his mouth was covered by something.
He was drowned by boundless fear, and he could not see anything clearly. A cold feeling came from all over the body, and the body was dragged in a certain direction.
As the door closing sounded, the corridor returned to its original state.
The third sick building is very large, and each corridor is far apart, and I still heard some movements when I was not overnight.
She hesitated and walked out of the dean's office. The girl, who was carefree, was now careful, thinking about each step for a long time.
Turning around the corner, there was nothing on the other side of the corridor.
"Where did that guy go? Is there some trap mechanism." Ye carefully walked towards the end of the dark corridor, she suddenly heard the footsteps halfway through.
"Han Qiuming's footsteps are weak and weak, and this person's footsteps are a little calm, like the kind of sight-seeking, unshakable type." Ye carefully hid into the next ward and peeked at the door.
It did n’t take long for an extremely scary monster to appear.
He was wearing a red doctor's coat impregnated with blood, and his face seemed to be stitched together. He was murderous, and he held an exaggerated sledge hammer in his hand.
Blood stains accumulate in the blood trough, and sharp corners rub against the wall skin. The hammer is not a prop, but a real weapon.
"Actor in the third sick building?"
Twenty minutes have passed, and the actor only appeared at this time?
Ye Cain entered the haunted house for the first time when she panicked when she saw someone on Han Qiuming ’s back. The second time was now. The monster kept approaching. Ye Cain could n’t help grasping the door with her white and tender fingers.
This was an experience never seen in other haunted houses, and she couldn't figure out why.
"Why should I be afraid?"
Watching the monster wield the hammer skillfully, Ye Chong instinctively wanted to stay away: "The other haunted house actors are all performing shows, but looking like this doctor, he seems to have done something cruel with the hammer. "
It wasn't until the Doctor Xueyi left that she was careful and secretly walked out. She took out her notes and wrote a few words on it, and then secretly followed behind the Doctor.
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In the deepest part of the third ward, Guo Miao and Song An stopped outside the doors of wards 9 and 10.
"All numbers in this corridor are different from other corridors. Among them, the three wards of eight, nine, and ten are the most special, because only the doors of these three wards are made of iron."
Guo Miao told others about his findings: "Let's focus on the three wards first. Let's not leave each other's line of sight. If you find something, remember to call other people immediately and don't touch it without permission."
Several people first entered Ward No. 8, with anti-theft nets installed on the windows, and binding bands scattered on both sides of the steel bed. The whole room felt strange, but at first glance, no strange reason could be found.
"In this sick building ..." Guo Miao stared at the steel bed for a long time and said uncertainly: "It seems that everything is asymmetrical."
After being reminded by him, other tourists also saw it.
The wardrobe was smashed and damaged on one side, but intact on the other; the left side of the bed was normal, and the right side was twisted and folded; even the ground and walls were neat and clean on one side, but the other side was covered with dirt.
"What does this ward want to express? The key clue to the break is asymmetry?"
The patient in Ward No. 8 is Xiong Qing, a lunatic with lateral space syndrome. The symmetry and harmony in the eyes of normal people are distorted and ugly in his eyes, so the world in his eyes is deformed and morbid and needs to be corrected.
Several tourists did not find anything useful for a long time, and there was no such thing as a secret passage in Room 8.
They left Room 8 and entered Room 9 again.
Opening the iron door, ward 9 is the cleanest room in the third ward, there is no debris and garbage, and there is nothing strange on the wall.
But in an environment like the third ward, the more this is, the more abnormal this ward feels.
Several tourists turned over the boxes and found nothing useful.
"What does Boss Chen want to express? Is it too difficult to design?"
The patient who once lived in Ward No. 9 was Wu Fei, and even the personality of Mennan thought that this person was very dangerous.
Opening the last iron door, several tourists stood outside and smelled a pungent odor.
The hairs are standing upside down and the scalp is tight, which is the spontaneous reaction of the body when it may be in danger.
On the tenth ward, on the day of Chen Ge ’s trial mission, because the iron door was locked, he had not entered this room in reality.
"Shall we leave now?" Su Luoluo stood outside with his nose and mouth covered.
"There is a big smell in the room, don't you and Xiao Du come in."
Guo Miao and Song An both entered Ward No. 10. The layout of this ward can only be described as heartbroken.
There is no window, this is a completely closed space, there are no beds, cabinets and the like in the ward, just throwing a few smelly quilts.
It seems normal to just look at these, but when looking at the wall, Guo Miao and Song An felt a little scared.
The walls and the ground, except for the roof, were almost filled with blood words of all sizes. At first glance, the words seemed to come alive and kept beating in front of them.
What is even more frightening is that there is a man's face in a thin layer on the wall opposite the door of the room, which seems to be a smile.
"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. The artificial rubber doesn't have this kind of sensuality."
"I know."
Guo Miao took a few steps towards the face. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the face to make sure. But his hand was suspended a few centimeters away from the face, and he could not press it anyway: "Forget it, I feel that the clue is not related to this face and may be hidden in the blood."
Guo Miao looked at the blood words around the face. He was surprised to find that the blood words in Ward 10 were different from those in the corridor. These sentences have the most basic logic, and they seem to tell a story.
Using the mobile phone lighting, he read it word by word.
"My wife called me an executioner, my parents didn't want to talk to me, my neighbor pointed me at me, everyone was far away from me."
"I shouldn't be alive, but I can't find a reason to die."
"I am a murderer of children, yes, I have never denied this."
"I shouldn't leave them alone at home. I shouldn't forget to turn off the fire, so I hurried away to work."
"Three lives, my child."
"What should I do to atone?"
"I want to show you my heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I beg you not to say it, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."
"I shouldn't quarrel with you, I should bear it silently."
"If my wife and I didn't quarrel that night, maybe she wouldn't drive to her parents late at night, and she would not be hurt by those people."
"Sorry, it's all my fault."
"I want to atone, but how should I go to atonement now?"
"I felt like an iron needle was sprinkled in my heart. The tip of the needle stood on my heart and I felt pain every time I breathed."
"What should I do? At least work hard."
"I moved to a completely strange place, but the situation has not changed at all."
"It's guilt that tortured me. I'm the murderer, an unforgivable murderer."