Chapter 225 1 The Tape Recorder that Has Been Working

"Boss, we've all come here, and then go back to him?" Xiao Du was a little reluctant. Han Qiuming usually speaks bitter and mean, and Du Chaojin had some disgust towards him.

"Let's not go to him, because this guy's character is very likely to have an accident." Guo Miao's face was gloomy, almost dripping with water: "Maybe he has an accident now, no! Let's go back now!"

"I agree with the boss." Surprisingly, Song An didn't care about personal grudges at this time, and was willing to look for Han Qiuming: "It is taboo to spread out when playing in a haunted house. It is best for everyone to gather together."

Xiao Du hesitated and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll go back with you to find him."

The most innocent of them was Su Luoluo. She didn't know anything, and she didn't know what the staff of the Tato Hospital were talking about. She just ran around and looked nervous.

"Let's search carefully and take a look at each ward." Under the leadership of Guo Miao, several people walked back to the depths of the haunted house, checking each ward.

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Han Qiuming and Ye Xingxiao entered the dean's office. There were two compartments inside and outside, with tables, chairs and benches.

"The drawers are empty, and there are no books on the shelves. It's not enough to judge the character of the owner of the haunted house from reading preferences. But it's okay, there are no books on the shelves to reduce our search time. Many haunted houses like to hide passwords and clues in books. Something like that." Han Qiuming was talking to Ye carefully, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.

Ye Xiaoxiao and Han Qiuming staggered and walked directly into the back room. She looked at the widened wardrobe.

"Let me come, this wardrobe is obviously specially made, and there is a 90% probability that there are haunted house actors or other scary objects hidden in it." Han Qiuming stepped forward and opened the cabinet door.

The cupboard was empty and nothing.

He smiled awkwardly, and mocked himself: "It seems that 10% of the cases have occurred. It is estimated that the haunted house actors have scared Lao Guo and the others before they have time to come back."

Ye Xiaoxin completely lost interest in talking with him, and tapped the inner wall of the wardrobe: "There must be a reason for a special wardrobe in a special room."

When Ye Xin's fingers tapped on the partition between the wardrobe and the wall, the sound changed, and it was obvious that the back was empty.

The two worked together to open the partition, and a secret passage appeared.

"The internal passage of the employees of the haunted house?"

"Probably not."

There were no lights in the secret passage. Ye carefully took out her mobile phone to illuminate it. After she and Han Qiuming both entered the secret passage, the cabinet door of the dean's office seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and slowly closed.

The secret passage is narrow, and it is difficult to even turn around, but fortunately it is only a few meters away.

At the end of the cramped secret passage was an iron door. Ye carefully opened the door, and in front of her was a wooden board. She pushed it open, and the scene before her changed. This was a ward she had never been to before.

"The dean's office and the ward are connected to each other? What does this arrangement mean?" The real scene in the third ward made Ye Xiaoxiao completely immersed in it.

"Did the dean treat the patients in this ward as his own property?" Han Qiuming thought of an explanation: "I heard that some private mental hospitals were in chaos a few years ago, and there was a similar chaos."

"It's possible." Ye Xiaoxiao and Han Qiuming entered the house and began to search the room.

Hospital beds, chamber pots, and wooden chairs with polished corners, the furnishings in the ward are very simple, and there seems to be nothing special.

"Let's go out and have a look." Han Qiuming opened the door of the ward, and a strange smell poured into his nose, like a mixture of potion and blood.

He took a small step back, craned his neck and surveyed the corridor outside.

The walls are cracked, and the blood contained in them seems to be flowing, giving people a very strange feeling, as if the building itself is alive, and its blood vessels are hidden in the walls.

"This corridor, we don't seem to have been there yet."

The scene structure is almost the same, but the feeling is completely different. The third ward uses the horror of the scene cycle to the extreme. They don't know what they will encounter if they continue to go down, and they don't know how many things will follow. The hallway was waiting for them.

The bedding on the ground was badly damaged, and the dummies made of pillows and sheets showed their heads with strange expressions on their faces. No matter which direction they stood, they seemed to be watching them.

There was a hint of retreat in Han Qiuming's heart. He and Ye Xiaoxin came from the secret passage. It was not clear how far this corridor was from other corridors, nor how many scary things were hidden in it.

He took out his mobile phone and turned on his flashlight to look at the side of the passage. The end of the dark and gloomy corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.

"Don't get in the way." Ye Xiaoxiao walked out of the ward. Her exposed legs felt a little cool. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.

"Look for it, the tape recorder should be hidden in a room in this corridor." Ye Xin entered the ward next to him to check, while Han Qiuming was still standing there.

His hand holding the door was sweaty, and he turned his head and glanced at the door beside him.

The upper part of the door of the ward is normal, marked Ward No. 3, but the lower part of the wooden door is a little scary. It is completely painted in red, sticky and bright. What is even more strange is that the red looks like life. Grows slowly on the door.

"Ward No. 3? The number of the ward in this corridor is not the same as the number of the ward in other corridors?"

Han Qiuming and Ye Xinxiao searched three wards successively, and when they came to the end of the corridor, they found a room with no number or any sign.

"Go, go in and have a look."

The interior space of this room is not large, and it is completely closed. The walls are covered with soundproof cotton, a restraint bed is fixed against the wall, and there are some messy and worn-out equipment piled on the head of the bed.

"It's a bit like an electric shock treatment room. I've seen it in many movies related to mental hospitals." Han Qiuming looked under the bed, and then walked to the pile of old equipment. He laughed out loud: "I found it!"

Han Qiuming pushed the electric shock device over and raised a tape recorder from it.

"I thought how difficult this haunted house is." He tried his best to look like that, but the excited look on his face betrayed him.

Comparatively speaking, Ye Xiaoxiao was much calmer. She looked at the tape recorder and frowned for the first time since entering the haunted house: "Did you hear anything?"

"Voice?" Han Qiuming didn't know what Ye Xiaoxiao was talking about: "No matter how much, hurry up and leave. There is a time limit for customs clearance. I want to pass the customs perfectly today, so that the surnamed Chen has nothing to say."

"Did you really not hear it?" Ye Xiaoxin pointed at the tape recorder in Han Qiuming's hand: "The tape inside is spinning, the indicator light is on, and the tape recorder is always working."