Chapter 1122 White Orphanage (Four Thousand)

"The red raincoat appeared on the platform, so hurry up and look for it to see if there are any clues left on the platform." Fu Bole and several other haunted house designers searched carefully around the platform, and they quickly discovered some problems.

There are two figures on the back of the platform on Changjie, a man and a woman. The figures of these two people are engraved on the platform, which seems to be a frozen frame of memory.

There is still a water stain under the platform, in which a male student in school uniform and a female teacher holding a red umbrella can be vaguely seen.

In the corner of the stop sign there are some hand-carved words, crooked, and the people who left these words may be immersed in a kind of childish and simple happiness.

"Love starts from meeting."

"I missed the last bus, but I was waiting for you."

"Can I take you home?"

These crooked characters seem to evoke the viewer's memories of youth, simple, clumsy, but beautiful.

"There are such words engraved in such a gloomy place? Is there a cruel and terrifying story hidden behind the pure first love? All the good things are just foreshadowing, and they will be torn apart at the last moment, creating despair through contrast?" Snake There seems to be a similar theme in my sister's haunted house. She touched the black skull on her arm, as if lost in memory. This is a woman with a story.

"The style of this street is completely different from other buildings. It stands to reason that there should be a lot of scares, but we didn't see anything scary." The ominous premonition in Zuo Han's heart became stronger and stronger. The last calm before the storm.

"Don't check the platform, let's go to the next place immediately!" Zuo Han looked at the black mist chasing them behind him, and decisively called other people to run to the other side of the street together.

"I have to leave here. The ghost fetus scene broke all the rules I summarized before. Any experience here cannot be used as a reference. Why is this happening?"

Everything happened very suddenly, as if there was an invisible behind-the-scenes manipulator pushing everything.

"Within fifteen minutes of the opening, we are about to enter the third stage. All the ghost actors in the four-star scene started to go berserk. With the three of us, the chance of escaping is zero." Zuo Han knew that he had encountered the worst situation: " The designers of those haunted houses are unreliable, if they don’t change their views immediately, they might ‘disappear’ in the next sub-scene, how do I break the situation?”

After racking his brains, Zuo Han's forehead soon burst into sweat. He is under great pressure now, not only to face unknown and terrifying enemies, but also to bring a group of pig teammates and the haunted house actors hidden inside.

Internally and externally, he really couldn't think of a good way to deal with it.

"It's too hasty! This four-star scene didn't give me time to buffer and think."

After the red raincoat left, the buildings on both sides of the street lost that creepy feeling, just like ordinary streets.

The tourists easily left the long street and came to the entrance of an orphanage with black and white as the main color.

The rusty iron door was ajar, and creepy nursery rhymes came from nowhere.

The orphanage looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, but there were pieces of children's clothes drying in the yard, and there were newly dug holes on the ground, which seemed to be used to bury something.

Traces of human activity can be seen everywhere in the orphanage, but the tourists could not find a single person.

The wind chimes hanging on the eaves sway gently,

Zuo Han pushed open the door of the hall.

Slightly sad music came from a certain room, and at the end of each dining table, there was a dilapidated shrine.

"This is a private orphanage. There will never be a shrine in a public welfare institution." Teacher Wang looked at the shrine and thought of some things he had encountered before: "Some founders of private orphanages believe in blessings. I have a memorial tablet in my own room, but this is the first time I have seen an orphanage where the shrine is placed directly in the hall like this."

Walking past the long wooden dining table, Teacher Wang's face gradually became ugly.

The word "Fang Yu" was densely written on the shrine, which looked very scary.

"It was dug out little by little with fingernails. The dark black spots on it are blood stains. They have grown together with the wooden board. It's very strange. It feels like someone has been repeatedly digging words on the shrine for several years." Teacher Wang was a little puzzled: "Do you need to pay such a big price to make a haunted house prop?"

"Boss Chen didn't necessarily do it himself. He has provided clues to many murder cases. I suspect that some items in his haunted house were brought back directly from the scene of the murder." Zuo Han whispered, these topics are internal secrets, so he I don't want too many people to know.

"The owner of the haunted house has provided clues for many murders?" Mr. Wang subconsciously asked: "I have also heard that the recent unrest, Hanjiang City Branch has an informant, and that informant is the owner of this haunted house?"

"Teacher, you no longer have any contact with the bureau because of that incident, so you don't know very well. The owner of this haunted house is very..." Zuo Han thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it: "His parents disappeared. Investigating this case, he forcibly overturned the old case of Hanjiang twenty years ago. I don’t know how to describe this kind of person, anyway, it’s just four words, so stay away from him.”

"Can the old case from twenty years ago be overturned?"

"Yes, actually this is not the scariest thing." Zuo Han lowered his voice: "He provided the Hanjiang police with clues to several serious cases and solved many cases, but the case of his own parents' disappearance There is no progress at all, I suspect there is a big problem here, the disappearance of his parents is definitely not simple."

"Are you actually visiting his haunted house all the time because of this incident?" Teacher Wang thinks highly of Zuo Han and thinks he is one of the best students in Hanjiang Law School. He feels that Zuo Han is different from other children, absolutely Not the kind of playful student.

"I'm afraid I'm not qualified to investigate the case of his parents' disappearance." Zuo Han looked at the shrine in front of him: "I can't see through him at all, I don't know what he's thinking, and sometimes I don't even dare to confront him. I tried to simulate and analyze his psychological state and personality, and the conclusions I drew terrified me. He has a sense and calmness beyond ordinary people, as well as exaggerated adaptability and extremely high IQ."

"Are there any similar character comparison parameters in the database?"

"No, he is just a monster. He can design so many exquisite and terrifying scenes by himself, and can find clues hidden in countless serious cases. Compared with him, no one is qualified to be called a genius." Zuo Han's hand gently Touched the shrine, and traced the names with his fingertips: "The more I know, the more scared I am, and the more scared I am, the more curious I am. I want to find out the truth, and if possible, I plan to use it before graduation. Come to work with him on your last vacation."

"The first place in the school's comprehensive score in the School of Forensic Medicine went to work in a haunted house?" Teacher Wang wondered if he had heard it wrong: "You are much smarter than me, and what you lack is experience. I’m afraid you won’t find anything useful if you come here to work.”

While the two were chatting, a wooden door in the side hall was pushed open, and a white-haired old man walked out with a thermos bottle. He was also taken aback when he saw so many people standing in the hall.

"Are you here to adopt a child?" The old man's voice was trembling. He was in poor health and seemed to faint in the next moment.

"You still come out to be a haunted house actor at such an age? This haunted house is so black-hearted." Fu Bole walked up to the old man: "We are not here to adopt children, we are here to find things, have you seen this?"

He took out the photo of the doll from his pocket and waved it in front of the old man.

"I haven't seen it before. If you are not here to adopt a child, you should leave quickly. This town is not peaceful. If you don't leave, you may never be able to leave." The old man coughed a few times and was about to leave, but he remained silent in the crowd Ma Feng suddenly stood up.

"Wait a minute! Have I met you somewhere?" Ma Feng took over Jiang Jiu's work. In order to understand Chen Ge better, he watched the video of Chen Ge challenging his own haunted house overnight. The old man in front of him seemed to be in the video. It's been there before, but he can't remember it.

"I have been staying in the orphanage to take care of the children. I have never left this town. How could you have seen me? Have you been here before?" The old man is the obsession brought back by Chen Ge to challenge the haunted house in the virtual future paradise , and brought back his grandson, Wind Chime Ghost and Red Clothes.

"Maybe I was wrong."

"In this small town, don't dare to mistake someone. The acquaintance you see may not be him, it may be faked by something else. Although they have exactly the same face and voice, their hearts are completely different." The old man suddenly He coughed violently, as if his words had leaked the secret: "Let's go quickly, don't stay here."

"Hey!" Fu Bole stretched out his hand to grab the old man, but just as he was about to grab the old man's arm, the old man hid in a very strange posture. No one could see clearly, only Fu Bole kept it. The action of catching empty space.

The door of the side hall was left open, but the old man disappeared after entering.

A very bad feeling spread in everyone's hearts, and Fu Bole subconsciously walked towards the side hall.

Standing outside, the children's laughter could be heard, but when the door was opened, there was no one in the side hall, only some toys were thrown on the ground.

"There must be something hidden in this orphanage, and if you think about it carefully, the rag doll that Boss Chen asked us to find is so dilapidated, such a doll would not be played by normal children, it is probably an abandoned child toys." Wei Chaochao tried to analyze: "The orphanage adopts all homeless children, and there is a high probability that the dolls we are looking for are hidden here."

Everyone felt that what Wei Chaochao said made sense, only Zuo Han frowned and said nothing.

"What's wrong? Do you have any objection to what I said?" Wei Chaochao is a very smart person, but his smartness is limited to certain aspects.

"Your thinking is a bit one-sided. If you look at the whole scene, the probability that the doll is hidden here is very small, because there are still many scenes that have not been explored." Zuo Han expressed his opinion.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I think the orphanage is deliberately used by Boss Chen to cover up. There is a high probability that it is a trap. We'd better not stay here for too long." Zuo Han knew that those people might not listen to what he said, so he finished speaking Afterwards, he went directly to the side with He Shan and Mr. Wang, and began to search for clues.

"Don't be shaken by him, let's explore according to our own ideas." Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao had the same opinion, and they carefully searched for the traces of the dolls in the scene according to the previous grouping.

Black mist drifted across the street and slowly surrounded the orphanage.

Zuo Han was about to evacuate and rush to the next scene, while those haunted house designers insisted on staying in the orphanage scene.

The two parties disagreed and eventually separated.

Zuo Han led He Shan and Teacher Wang to leave, while the others continued to explore in the gradually thickening black mist.

"This is an orphanage, but none of our children have seen it." Wei Chaochao stood at the door of the side hall: "Will we be deceived by that old man?"

"The old man finally entered the side hall. Have you checked the side hall?" Fu Bole and Qin Guang stood beside Wei Chaochao, while the others were searching the kitchen and backyard.

"I've checked everything, but no one was found. He seemed to have disappeared after entering the side hall..." Wei Chaochao's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this: "The side hall is connected to the backyard. We preconceived that he went to the backyard." , in fact, there is another possibility—there is a secret passage in the side hall!"

The three of them entered the side hall again, and the arrangement of toys on the ground was different from before.

"Someone moved something here!" Wei Chaochao discovered the problem immediately, and before he finished speaking, he saw a short figure running past the place where the backyard and the side hall connected: "Stop!"

Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole rushed over directly. They ignored Qin Guang behind and chased the figure into the utility room in the backyard.

Pushing open the wooden door, in front of him was a dilapidated altar with a strange photo on it.

The old man in the photo turned his back to Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole, and seemed to be holding something in his arms.

"The back of the person in this photo looks familiar."

Qin Guang, who was left alone in the side hall, was about to go out when he heard the sound of a ball slapping in his ear, and he turned his head to look.

In the side hall, a toy ball rolled into the hall by itself. Strangely, there seemed to be something hiding in the dark corner.

The ball rolled into the darkness and was kicked out again, as if two invisible children were playing a game.

The corners of his eyes twitched, Qin Guang left the side hall without saying a word, and ran to join other people.

After he left, a little boy in red clothes came out from the corner with scarlet eyes.

"I think it's a very simple and happy thing for them to be scary. Why is it so difficult for me? Why?"

When the boy in red was getting angry, the door of Room 1 on the first floor of Tranquility House slammed on the wall, and a woman in a red raincoat walked out of the corridor with deceived anger.

The blood was churning, and in the boundless black mist, blood-red rain began to fall again.