Chapter 223 He Must Be a Patient!

"What's wrong with you?" Su Luoluo looked at Du Chaojin, who was pale and covered in cold sweat, and became nervous.

"I'll tell you the truth, don't be afraid." Xiao Du leaned over to Su Luoluo's side: "I suspect this haunted house is really haunted."

"Don't scare me on purpose." Su Luoluo is a haunted house lover and has visited many haunted houses, but he has never seen a haunted house like Boss Chen. Once inside, it is like a maze, completely open and free to explore.

"Mr. Han's previous inferences are all wrong. There is not a single staff member in that large group of dolls! It is not the people in the haunted house that are moving, but they are moving themselves!" "Mr. Han can't count on it. I'm going to report this to the boss and Brother Song."

"They've gone far, you run slower!"

Xiao Du was anxious and ran forward, Su Luoluo stood in the middle, not knowing whether to chase after him or wait for Teacher Han with Ye Xiaoxiao.

"The haunted house is haunted? The doll can move by itself?" Ye Xin took out a notepad and wrote down these two items in the notebook: "Even the practitioners of other haunted houses will be deceived. This haunted house is very unusual."

She gave a high evaluation: "I haven't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time. I have to take a good turn today."

"Looking at the way that boy speaks, he doesn't seem to be lying." Su Luoluo reminded Ye Xing carefully, "Let's go faster, we all feel safe when we gather together."

"I've always felt that haunted houses and magic are the same thing. They both use illusions to win tourists' amazement. The more real the illusions are, the more successful they will be." Ye Xiaoxiao took off her coat and tied it around her waist. Stretching, the thrilling curve made the only audience present a little unhappy: "From this point of view, the Western Suburbs House of Horrors is undoubtedly a success."

"Then you are here, I'll go first."

Several tourists have dispersed without knowing it, and no one has noticed the red letters on the wall, the color is deepening, as if blood is about to drip.

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"Boss, don't persuade me, Han Qiuming does have some skills, but that doesn't mean we have to be angry with him!" Song An felt indignation for Guo Miao: "It's true that he proposed the design, but the content is that we all work together. We are busy with the specific scene layout, what does it have to do with him?"

"Okay, okay, I know what you're talking about, but for a while, he's a designer invited by the boss." Guo Miao is getting older,

A lot of things have also been seen: "The haunted house industry is getting more and more sluggish, everyone is eating, there is no need to be so stiff."

"But look at his arrogant face, and he's still going to sue the boss? Seriously, if the boss dismisses you and makes him the general manager, I'll resign immediately." So many flowery intestines.

"Don't worry, the boss won't agree." Guo Miao sighed after he finished speaking. He didn't know what to do. After being forced to move out of Xinhai, their haunted house began to go downhill: "Find the tape recorder first, there is still a lot outside the haunted house. The fans of Arita Fuji Hospital are watching and cannot let them down."

"it is good."

The two walked at the front, and after turning the second corner, they found that the next scene was still a corridor.

"What does this haunted house mean? Let's go indefinitely?"

The light became darker, and the walls of the corridor darkened and mottled, and it seemed that there were bloodshots stuck inside.

Stepping on the uneven bedding and smelling the strange smell mixed with the potion and other things, it felt as if I had got into the esophagus of some monster.

"Boss Chen's design must have his intentions, maybe to create a more realistic feeling." Guo Miao deducted a small piece of wall covering, and with his fingers, crushed it easily: "On the way here, I found some outside the room. The numbers are not painted over, all the rooms in the first hallway start with a 4, the second hallway starts with a 3, and this one starts with a 2."

"The numbers are decreasing?"

"I suspect that the real prototype of the whole scene is a four-storey building. Boss Chen has completely restored it. Each corridor represents the first floor of the building." Guo Miao looked at the dilapidated and mottled walls: " Even the numbering is preserved, and it is deliberately made old, not letting go of the tiniest details, this is no longer a simple obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Yes, I feel this way too. We make haunted houses to frighten tourists. Everything this boss Chen does feels like carving the scenes as beliefs, all kinds of details, and the blood on the walls. , it has reached the level of morbidity." Song An's anger gradually subsided, and fear began to take root in his heart: "We walked all the way and saw countless bloody words, we felt scalp numb just looking at it, it is hard to imagine him How did you write those sentences bit by bit?"

"Those inscriptions are old and new. Some of them were written recently, while others seemed to have been written a few years ago." Guo Miao's heart started to shudder. A picture appeared in his mind when the owner of the haunted house was alone in the dead of night. Holding a bucket full of red paint, with a hideous face, the whole person was in a state of hysteria, and began to write the words "cruel" on the wall.

"Before entering the haunted house, I heard Boss Chen say that this haunted house has been in operation for five or six years. Is it possible that they have been creating this scene since his parents' time?"

"It took five years to create such a scene, what did they plan?" Because he is also in the haunted house business, Guo Miao is very clear about the time and energy it takes to create such a scene: "At the door of the third ward. , A few of us lifted the bed and took a look, and Boss Chen even made special effects on places that tourists would not notice at all, this behavior is very abnormal."

"Wait a minute, the name of the third sick building is always a little familiar to me." Song An took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet, and the results that came out made him look very bad: "Boss, there is really a third sick building in Jiujiang. Place! A mental patient commits a crime, involving murder and imprisonment, and just a few days ago, the police issued a warrant for a patient who once lived there!"

"What Boss Chen said is true?" Guo Miao's pupils twitched: "He actually brought such an important thing outside with a light sentence?"

"It is said on the Internet that the third sick house was abandoned five years ago, and his haunted house also opened five or six years ago!" Song An compared the time and found that it just matched.

"Shit!" As if he suddenly thought of something, Guo Miao asked: "Check carefully to see if there is anything related to Boss Chen in the police's wanted list, such as similar height, weight, dressing style, etc. "

"Boss, do you suspect that Boss Chen is a former patient in the third ward?"

"Would it be possible for a normal person to spend five or six years to restore such a hospital? Every detail is so realistic, I am afraid that only people who have lived in it for a long time can do all this!" The more Guo Miao thought about it, the more terrifying: "This boss Chen passed through the Tato Hospital, and his heart rate was below 100. How could such a person be a normal person?!"

"Why don't we stop visiting and just go out?"

"Let's go now, and you may be targeted in the future."

"why?"

"The scene of the third sick building was originally not open to the public, and Boss Chen also said that it was not perfect. Now that I think about it, this should be an excuse." Guo Miao had the heart to kill Han Qiuming: "There is probably a big secret hidden here. ."

Song An noticed Guo Miao's serious expression and asked in a low voice, "What secret?"

"Before I came, I asked the administrator of New World Park, and the other party mentioned that Boss Chen's parents mysteriously disappeared half a year ago without leaving any clues." Guo Miao looked at the morbid and crazy blood in the corridor. Word, I feel a chill in my heart.

"Missing?" Song An's surprised expression slowly solidified, as if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened.