Chapter 228 The Devil's Story

Han Qiuming only had time to let out a scream, and something covered his mouth.

The boundless fear overwhelmed him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The cold feeling came from all over the body, and the body was dragged in a certain direction.

With the sound of the door closing, the corridor returned to its original state.

The third ward is very large, and each corridor is far apart. However, I was careful to hear some movements overnight.

She hesitated and walked out of the dean's office. The carefree girl was cautious at this time, thinking about each step for a long time.

Turning the corner, there was nothing on the other side of the corridor.

"Where did that guy go? Did he get caught in some kind of trap?" Ye Xin walked towards the end of the dark corridor, when she suddenly heard footsteps halfway through.

"Han Qiuming's footsteps were weak and weak. This person's footsteps were a little calm, like the type that looks for the direction and won't waver." Ye Xingxiao hid in the ward next to him and peeked from the crack of the door.

Not long after, an extremely terrifying monster appeared.

He was wearing a red doctor's coat soaked in blood, his face seemed to be stitched together, his body was murderous, and he was holding an exaggerated giant hammer in his hand.

Blood stains accumulated in the blood tank, and the sharp corners rubbed against the wall. The hammer was not a prop, but a real murder weapon.

"Actor in the third sick house?"

Twenty minutes have passed, and the actor only appeared at this time?

The first time Ye Xiaoxiao panicked after entering the haunted house was when she saw someone on Han Qiuming's back, and the second time was now, when the monster kept approaching, Ye Xiaoxiao's white and tender fingers couldn't help grasping the door panel.

This is an experience that she has never had in other haunted houses, and she herself can't understand the reason.

"Why should I be afraid?"

Seeing the monster skillfully wielding the hammer, Ye Xing instinctively wanted to stay away: "The other actors in the haunted house are all showing off, but looking at this doctor, it seems that he really did something cruel with the hammer. "

It wasn't until the blood-clothed doctor left that Ye Xiaoxin sneaked out. She took out her notepad and wrote a few words on it, and then secretly followed behind the doctor.

...

The deepest part of the third ward,

Guo Miao and Song An stopped outside the doors of wards 9 and 10.

"All the numbers on this corridor are different from other corridors. Among them, the eight, nine, and ten wards are the most special, because only the doors of these three wards are made of iron."

Guo Miao told others about his findings: "Let's focus on investigating these three wards first. Don't take your eyes off each other. If you find something, remember to call others to come over immediately, and don't touch it without authorization."

A few people entered Ward No. 8 first. There are anti-theft nets installed on the windows, and restraint straps are scattered on both sides of the wire bed. The whole room feels strange, but at first glance, there is no strange reason.

"In this ward..." Guo Miao stared at the wire bed for a long time, and said uncertainly, "It seems that everything is asymmetrical."

Being reminded by him, other tourists also saw it.

One side of the wardrobe was smashed and damaged, but the other side was intact; the left side of the hospital bed was normal, and the right side was twisted and folded; even the floor and walls were neat and clean on one side, but covered with dirt on the other side.

"What does this ward want to express? The key clue to breaking the game is asymmetry?"

The patient in Ward No. 8 is Xiong Qing, a madman suffering from lateral space syndrome. The symmetry and harmony in the eyes of normal people are distorted and ugly, so the world in his eyes is deformed and sick, and needs to be corrected.

Several tourists searched for a long time but couldn't find anything useful, and there was no secret passage or the like in Room 8.

They left room eight and entered room nine.

Pushing open the iron door, Ward No. 9 is the cleanest room in the third ward. There are no sundries and garbage, and nothing strange is drawn on the walls.

But in the environment of the third ward, the more this is the case, the more abnormal this ward feels.

Several tourists rummaged through boxes, but found nothing useful.

"What does Boss Chen want to express? Is the difficulty set too high?"

The patient who once lived in Ward No. 9 was Wu Fei, and even Men Nan thought this person was very dangerous.

Pushing open the last iron door, several tourists stood outside the door and smelled a pungent smell.

One by one, the hairs stand upside down and the scalp tightens. This is the body's spontaneous response when it may encounter danger.

In Ward 10, Chen Ge had never entered this room in reality because the iron door was locked on the day of the trial mission.

"Why don't we leave." Su Luoluo stood outside covering her mouth and nose.

"The room smells so bad, you and Xiao Du should not come in."

Guo Miao and Song An entered Ward No. 10. The layout of this ward can only be described as maddening.

There are no windows, this is a completely airtight space, and there are no beds, cabinets, etc. in the ward, just a few stinky quilts.

It seems normal just to see this, but when they glanced at the wall, Guo Miao and Song An felt a little scared.

The walls and the ground, except for the roof, were almost covered with large and small bloody words. At first glance, the words seemed to come alive and kept beating in front of their eyes.

What's even more frightening is that on the wall facing the door, there is a man's face inlaid with a thin layer, which seems to be smiling but not smiling.

"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. Artificial plastic doesn't have this sensuality."

"I know."

Guo Miao took a few steps towards the face, and he raised his hand to touch the face to make sure. But his hand was hanging a few centimeters away from the face, and he couldn't press it no matter what: "Forget it, I feel that the clue has nothing to do with this face, and it may be hidden in the blood."

Guo Miao looked at the blood around the face. He was surprised to find that the blood in Ward 10 was different from the one in the corridor. These sentences had the most basic logic and seemed to tell a story.

Using his mobile phone to illuminate, he read it out word by word.

"My wife called me an executioner, my parents didn't want to talk to me, my neighbors pointed at me, and everyone stayed away from me."

"I shouldn't live, but I can't find a reason to die."

"I'm a child murderer, yes, I've never denied that."

"I shouldn't have left them at home alone, I shouldn't have forgotten to turn off the fire and left in a hurry to go to work."

"Three lives, my child."

"What do I have to do to atone for my sin?"

"I want to cut my heart out for you to see."

"Please stop talking, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."

"I shouldn't quarrel with you, I should endure it silently."

"If my wife and I hadn't quarreled that night, maybe she wouldn't have been driving late at night to find her parents, and she wouldn't have been hurt by those people."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

"I want to atone for my sins, but how can I atone for my sins now?"

"It was like a needle had been thrown into my heart, the tip of the needle stood on my heart, and it hurt every time I breathed."

"What should I do? At least try to live."

"I moved to a completely unfamiliar place and nothing changed."

"It is guilt that is tormenting me. I am the murderer, a murderer who cannot be forgiven."