Chapter 489 Attracted Tourists

"Squeak..."

Brother Xiaolin held his hat in one hand and pushed open the iron door, which was not locked.

A cool breeze hit him as he entered the door, which made his originally hot face feel a little cool.

"Strange, why don't you turn on the lights here?"

Xiaomo hid behind Lao Ma and squeezed into the room with him and Brother Xiaolin.

"It's probably to create an atmosphere. This method is too low-level." Lao Ma still had that indifferent attitude.

By the red light in the corridor behind, it can be roughly seen that this room is only 20 square meters in size. Such a small place makes him less interested in this horror wax museum.

Brother Xiaolin, who was at the front, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the lighting.

The cold white beam of light quickly swept through the small room and soon stopped in the southeast corner.

A slender and tall strange bed leaned against the corner of the wall, and it was covered with a piece of white cloth, which emitted a kind of silver light arc by the reflection of the light.

And this bed was the only thing in the room.

"That is..."

Xiaomo still didn't dare to look, but still showed his head and looked curiously.

Xiaolin put his finger on his lips, made a silent gesture, and slowly moved forward with a burning gaze.

He had walked all over the adventure house, but had never seen such a simple style, but it really gave him an unprecedented sense of excitement.

He was unconsciously attracted by that thing, and he didn't even realize that he was bending over and approaching carefully.

Xiaomo and Lao Ma were still standing at the door and watching quietly, the former because of fear and the latter because of lack of interest.

Only Xiaolin had gradually approached the position of the suspected prisoner No. 2.

As he got closer and closer, he found that it was not a bed in front of him through the beam of light emitted by the mobile phone.

This was a medical stretcher, but the pulley below was distorted and the position was also very biased.

From the irregular posture leaning against the corner of the wall, it seemed that the stretcher was pushed into the room at will and left alone.

The closer he got, the more messy thoughts Xiaolin had in his mind.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the stretcher covered with white cloth looked like a morgue for corpses.

If the white cloth was lifted, what would come into view would be a corpse that had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable...

The answer would soon be revealed.

He had already stopped in front of the stretcher, and unconsciously pinched a corner of the white cloth with his hand.

"Could it be the executioner who killed people and sewed corpses?

But this posture doesn't look like it...

Could it be the victim's miserable condition?

But how to explain the introduction board of the room?"

Brother Xiaolin's hand holding the cloth was suspended in the air, and sweat was flowing around his neck because of the increasingly hot air.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the weirdness in front of him, which was also the weirdness he expected when he came here.

"Huh..."

With a lift of his arm, the light white cloth was thrown away, and the things underneath were also revealed.

When Brother Xiaolin saw this thing, his pupils shrank immediately, and he was frightened and retreated madly until he fell to the ground.

Xiaomo obviously had a better relationship with him, and rushed over without fear.

"What's wrong, Xiaolin, what did you see?"

The baseball cap had been lost on the stretcher, and the phone fell to the ground, blocking the light source.

Xiaolin fell to the ground, pointing at the stretcher with a panicked look on his face, opening his mouth but unable to say a word.

Xiaomo followed his finger and looked little by little, and she saw a stretched human-shaped black shadow reflected on the wall.

I don't know when it started, the red light outside the door seemed to be able to project into the room, allowing her to see some scenes that she shouldn't see.

The human-shaped black shadow on the wall sat up vertically on the stretcher. It didn't move, but some twisted things drilled out of its abdomen.

It was still struggling, and some sticky things were melting and tearing...

Something else was making a "woohoo" roar, trying to break out of the hole.

Xiaomo and Xiaolin were so frightened by this scene that they didn't even remember to run, and they were all trapped in the weirdness and horror of the scene.

Because the humanoid figure sitting on the stretcher was actually Lao Ma!

Xiao Mo turned her neck stiffly and looked at the door little by little. There was no one there, only a blazing red light.

Perhaps, this was the only reason why they could see the scene in the room clearly.

Because Lao Ma, who had always been blocking the door, had become the disemboweled corpse on the stretcher...

"This is fake! This is impossible!"

Brother Xiao Lin finally remembered to get up from the ground. He did not touch Xiao Mo, but retreated timidly.

While retreating, he muttered:

"It must be an illusion... It must be an illusion...

No horror house can do this. Lao Ma... Lao Ma is a tourist, how could he become a horror wax figure?"

Those sticky, melted things were the wax mud that fell off layer by layer on Lao Ma's body.

Lao Ma must be dead, but how could he die like this?

The clothes on Lao Ma's body had disappeared, and the thick and thick wax mud on his naked skin was slowly falling off.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body was waxy yellow, just like a scary wax figure.

Brother Xiaolin fell to the ground again, holding his head with both hands, and slapped himself hard again.

But when he raised his eyes, he still saw his friend sitting on the stretcher and shaking.

And the reason why it was shaking was because something in his belly was trying to break out over and over again.

Brother Xiao Lin fired his bow from left to right and slapped his already red and swollen face crazily.

He told himself countless times that this was an illusion, but he saw it more and more clearly.

The wax mud on the abdomen of Lao Ma's wax statue of a dead corpse almost completely fell off because the things inside struggled too fast.

Under the dim light, he seemed to see a few fingers piercing through the old horse's belly...

But the belly seemed to be sealed by something, and the fingers couldn't pull it open even though they pulled it several times.

This scene is like someone trying to penetrate the body through a dense anti-theft net.

These are performed over and over again.

The dark red light source made it difficult for people to distinguish between reality and fiction. Brother Xiao Lin vaguely heard some dull roars and shouts coming from the old horse's corpse.

That seems to be a person?

But can one person get into another person's body...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Until he heard a strange and rapid footsteps coming from behind him, and another person came here.

It was a very beautiful woman, whom he had seen just before, and secretly sighed that such a beautiful woman could be mentally ill.

The woman shouted two words, which sounded like a name:

"Fan Ru! Fan Ru! Fan Ru!"

And Brother Xiao Lin's bloodshot eyes seemed to see that with these calls, the things struggling in the old horse's belly moved more violently.