Chapter 218 This Is Not Quite What I Thought (3)

"It's that simple?" Han Qiuming and several other staff at Tato Hospital felt incredible that the tape recorder was so large that it was easy for them to find it.

"Boss Chen, aren't you kidding?" Ye Xiaoxiao took out her notebook. She had evaluated so many haunted houses. This was the first time she saw a haunted house that used recording recorders as an experience project.

"That tape recorder was originally taken from Tato Hospital, and just took this opportunity to return it to them." Chen Ge locked a few exemption agreements in the cabinet, maybe he would be able to use it at some point.

"Have you given up?" Han Qiuming seemed rather disappointed.

"This way, please." Chen Ge ignored him and led the way. Several people walked through the corridor to the door of the zombie resurrection night scene.

"The props at the beginning of the century seem to have not been maintained for half a month. The dolls are made like those made by children. All kinds of props are piled up indiscriminately. There is no story or plot. You want to use such a scene to insult us. Is it?" Han Qiuming's eyes were very poisonous, and at a glance, the problem of the zombie resurrection night appeared.

Not to mention the staff of Tato Hospital, Ye Xiaoxin and Su Luoluo also felt that there was no bright spot in this scene.

Han Qiuming commented on the shortcomings of Zombie Resurrection Night, and was about to enter it, but was stopped by Guo Miao, the person in charge.

"Old Guo, what are you stopping me for?"

The person in charge of Tianto Hospital shook his head, his heart was beating very fast, and he felt that something was wrong: "The atmosphere in this place is very strange."

"What's so strange?"

"I can't tell you, it's different from an ordinary room, it has a special feeling." The person in charge took a breath: "I had a similar feeling when I went to the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen had an accident before. I was so flustered, and in the end I only watched one-fifth of it and ran out."

"Don't scare yourself." Han Qiuming shook off the hand of the person in charge and entered the zombie resurrection night.

"I didn't use this scene a long time ago. For some reason, I kept it without changing it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiuming and thought of Fei Youliang for some reason. Maybe after Teacher Han visited, Fei Youliang was in the hospital. You won't feel lonely anymore.

Lifting the plank, a cold air rushed to the ground. Chen Ge glanced at several tourists and pointed to the dark stairs: "The third sick building you want to visit is underground."

"underground?"

Several tourists gathered around.

Looking at the stairs leading to nowhere, an inexplicable emotion began to grow in my heart.

Unfinished test papers remained on the burnt steps, and there was a faint strange smell in the air, not pungent, but it was easy to cause bad associations.

"On the left is Muyang Middle School, and on the right is the third ward. The two scenes are connected to each other, but don't go wrong." Chen Ge finally said a few words: "These two scenes occupy a very large area, you better Don't spread out."

After explaining, Chen Ge took out his mobile phone: "Find the tape recorder within 20 minutes, take it out, and the game is over."

Several tourists did not move, and in the end, it was unknown who pushed Han Qiuming from behind. The haunted house designer with high myopia glasses stood up.

"Don't waste time."

At the urging of Chen Ge, several tourists stepped on the stairs and entered the underground scene.

After the last person entered, Chen Ge picked up the wooden board next to him and waved to them: "I wish you all a good time."

The wooden board was closed, and Chen Ge returned to the main control room. He had trouble choosing the background music of the haunted house.

On weekdays, he entertains ordinary tourists. He has rarely used the background music of Black Friday and Wedding Dress, and only occasionally clips it into the track as an easter egg.

"Han Qiuming is a haunted house designer. He can see the shortcomings of Zombie Resurrection Night at a glance. This person has real skills. The other staff of Tato Hospital are also used to the atmosphere of haunted houses, and the general fright points are not scary at all. They. Ye Xiaoxiao is a professional haunted house assessor, so she is naturally very courageous, only Su Luoluo is the innocent people who were tricked by the person in charge."

After Chen Ge thought about it, tourists were all professionals, and releasing water at this time was disrespectful to them.

Clicking the mouse, Chen Ge wandered between the two background music: "Which one is more suitable? Forget it, only children can choose. Everyone is an adult, so there is no need to struggle."

He added both songs to the list, then walked to the dressing room, put on the Skull Smash Doctor uniform, and applied a make-up to himself.

"They shouldn't have thought that the face under the human skin mask would be more terrifying, right?"

After everything was packed up, the skull-smashing doctor Chen Ge entered the scene of the third ward with a faceless nurse uniform.

...

The wooden planks above his head slowly closed, and it seemed to be isolated along with warmth and hope.

The youngest Du Chao nearly shuddered. He hadn't entered the scene for more than ten seconds, and he had already begun to regret it. He should not have agreed to the person in charge on a whim yesterday.

"I should learn from Sister Qin and Brother Lin. I'm still too young."

A cold wind from nowhere blew gently, and the blank test papers on the left corridor fluttered on the ground, making rustling sounds. There were faint figures shaking in the classrooms on both sides, as if something noticed them.

The light was very dim, and several tourists stood there for a minute. Finally, Guo Miao, the person in charge, stood up and said, "Mr. Han, you are the most experienced in our place. We will rely on you today."

Han Qiuming pushed his glasses. After he entered the haunted house, he observed it carefully. In terms of atmosphere and scene reduction, the horror house in the western suburbs surpassed most of the haunted houses he had seen before.

"No wonder it's a bit interesting to dare to call it the most terrifying haunted house in Jiujiang on the Internet."

They stood in the corridor and looked into the distance. At the end of the passage on the left, standing or lying down, there were many dummies in strange postures.

Staring at the dummies for a while, several tourists developed a creepy feeling, as if the dummies were watching them too.

"Boss, did the head of the puppet on the ground turn?" Song An grabbed Guo Miao's forearm.

"No." Guo Miao's face was not very good: "But I feel that the female student puppet in the middle smiled at me."

"I seem to have seen it too. Did she take a step here? Why do you think the distance is getting closer?"

"It must be an illusion..."

"Have you two finished?" Han Qiuming walked in front alone: ​​"The more terrifying the scene on the left, the better it will be for us. You should thank me well."

"Thank you for what?" Xiao Du hid behind, considering whether to escape.

"That Boss Chen is definitely not at ease! The scene on the left should be the main scene of his haunted house, which is the most terrifying one. Fortunately, I saw through his thoughts in advance." Han Qiuming walked to the passage on the right. Here is a hospital room. Dong's door, he grabbed the door handle with both hands: "If it wasn't for me, you would go to the left to visit now."

"It makes sense." Xiao Du echoed.

Song An also nodded: "The scene on the left is very scary at first glance. Fortunately, I chose the scene on the right. Teacher Han did a good job."

They all walked into the passage on the right, only Guo Miao, the person in charge, was uneasy: "Boss Chen gave me a good impression, not like the kind of person who would lie."

"Whether he lied or not, we'll find out by opening the door."

Several people stood in the middle of the passage on the right, and Han Qiuming pulled open the door of the third ward with both hands.

The rust fell off, the iron door made a harsh sound, the strong smell of potion hit the senses, the mottled walls were left with hysterical scratches and blood, and there were faint screams in the opened ward.

What is even more shocking is that on this endless black corridor, there are countless dummies wrapped in quilts, like raised graves.

"This……"

The hands and feet were numb, and several people outside the door felt as if their bodies were frozen.