Chapter 470: Do it?

The light on the printer suddenly turned on, and a piece of printing paper fell in front of the tail. The girl was the editor of the horror magazine, and she was very courageous. The first reaction to seeing the paper was not to fear, but to put it Picked up: "Did I trigger any mechanism? Good luck?"
She picked up the white paper and glanced at it. There was a blurry outline on the A4 paper.
"What?" The tail did not understand for a long time: "A Nan, you come to look at this paper, and it suddenly fell out of the printer. There is a very light pattern on it."
Anan, who was studying costumes, took the blank paper. He looked at the blurry outline above and was a little dazed: "Without numbers and letters, it should not be something like a password."
Anan took out his phone and took a photo: "very ordinary white paper with no interlayer."
He dipped a bit more and rubbed the white paper with a very light outline: "The color of the paper has not changed slightly, and the surface should not be coated with chemicals."
I tried various methods, but Anan finally discovered that this seemed to be a very ordinary white paper.
"I have watched so many suspense detectives, and I have tried all the methods I can think of." Anan returned the white paper to the tail: "Put it away, maybe the later levels can be used."
"Okay." The tail folded the white paper, and hadn't put it in his pocket, he saw the printer "spit out" another piece of white paper.
The same size, with the same blurry outline printed on it, but it seems a little clearer than it was just now.
"Someone is manipulating the printer?" Anan lifted the printer's lid and checked it. No problems were found. This is a very ordinary printer: "It's really weird. I have seen them in our daily lives. What's more ordinary, how did it become evil after moving into this haunted house? "
Unplugging the plug, Anan didn't care about the second sheet of paper that was ejected from the printer. He panicked: "We are a little long here. We are not looking for it anymore. Let's leave and talk."
In the innermost storehouse, Huya is admiring the paintings in the cabinet. Her expression is a little strange, and she seems to be shocked by the strange and bizarre style of painting.
"Sister Tiger Teeth? We should go." Anan urged.
"You come to look at these paintings, it seems to be drawn from the perspective of a dead person. I can even feel the desire of the painter to almost reveal the paper. It wants to experience life as if it is about to get out of the painting. Dragging the viewer into the painting is the same. "Huya took out her phone and wanted to take a picture, but considering that it was in a haunted house, she endured it again:" In the future, I must talk to the authors of these paintings. It would be perfect to ask him to draw illustrations for our magazine. "
"What you said made our artists hear that they were going to blow up again." Anan smiled helplessly.
Huya and Anan walked outside, preparing to leave.
The tail was behind, and she was ready to go, but at this moment there was a soft sound in the printer, and then the computer next to the printer started again.
The surroundings are very quiet, any sound will be amplified, the tail is watching the computer screen with its own light, and no one has touched it during the whole process.
"Is the haunted house owner manipulating in the background?"
The tail stopped at the same place, and he began to think in a cranky way: "The boss of the haunted house can not waste space to arrange a useless scene. Will the secret of this warehouse be hidden in the computer?"
When I first came in, I was curious about the tail. Why did the word "paradise" be written at the door of such a dilapidated warehouse?
She widened her beautiful eyes and leaned into the computer.
The screen emits a faint light, and the overall background is still black, with an outline of a human face faintly printed.
At the beginning, the tail thought it was the reflection of the screen, and reflected her face, but the more she looked, the worse she felt.
"This looks like a man's face?"
There are a lot of things in the warehouse, and it is also very messy. The three editors of the magazine are crowded in the innermost position. The three of Yang Chen are slightly outside, and there are some old shelves between them.
"Li Xue, you see that the organ models in these glass jars are almost identical to the specimens in our school."
"It is consistent with the actual proportion." As a medical student, he couldn't pick out any problems with the organ model in front of him. This made Li Xue feel an inexplicable fear. They should know that they are not in the forensic medical school, but visiting the haunted house. .
"People who don't often deal with organs and organs can't make such a real model at all." The internal organ model is different from the puppet model, which can only be seen by opening the living body. In addition, human internal organs and animals are completely different Yes, Yang Chen can be sure that the specimen jars on the shelves are all models of human organs: "When I last visited, I felt that the owner of the haunted house knew very much about the human body structure. Generally speaking, a person has internal organs In particular, he was either a doctor who saved people or a butcher who killed people. "
"Did you watch more movies?" Wang Yan was a little scared by Yang Chen: "The haunted house owner pays attention to details. These internal organ models are estimated to be specially made by him."
"I feel that things are not that simple." Yang Chen withdrew his eyes and walked towards the outside: "Every time I come to this haunted house, I have a different experience. The styles of each horror scene are very different, but they are all so real, just like reality. There are really these buildings in the same way as the corresponding strange talk. "
The three medical students were about to leave the warehouse. Xiao Li grabbed his mobile phone and hadn't found a chance to take a picture. Then, he was blocked by Bai Qiulin at the door.
With one hand in his pocket, he glanced at Fan Cong casually.
The fat on his stomach quivered slightly. Fan Cong did not know that he had been stared at. He focused all his attention on the passage.
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Fingers clenched subconsciously, Fan Cong's eyes slowly widened, the darkness invaded, and the figure was shaking, and some seemed to lie on the ceiling.
The heart started beating wildly, Fan Cong grabbed Fan Dade's arm: "Brother, pay attention! Something is coming!"
"What is it?" The Fan Dade people are relatively indifferent, and they started to look around after being reminded by Fan Cong.
"It's over there! Quickly call them out!" Fan Cong remembered Anan's words, no matter what happened, everyone should get together.
"Don't panic, I'll take a look." Fan Dade walked toward the crossroads. He was very timid, but just wanted to pretend to be in front of his brother. After two or three steps, he stopped and stretched Neck, looking hard at the intersection.
The wall lamp went out faster and faster, the light suddenly dimmed, and Fan Dade was nervous.
As he walked forward, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue stepped back a few steps, and they and Bai Qiulin surrounded Fan Cong in the middle.