Chapter 477 Brother, Wake Up!

"Brother, wake up!"

Fan Cong shook Fan Dade's shoulders, and after a while, Fan Dade woke up.

"Where are we?" His eyes finally focused, and the tall and burly Fan Dade was lying on the ground sideways, looking very weak.

Seeing his brother's appearance, Fan Cong's lips moved, and he couldn't bear to continue talking.

"Have we been sent out of the haunted house by the staff?"

Fan Cong didn't speak for a long time, his face was weird like Zhongxie, Fan Dade realized that something was wrong, struggled to get up, and looked around.

The iron door, the morgue, and the sound of wheels lingering in his ears, this feeling of deja vu made Fan Dade unable to react for a while.

"This scene... have we experienced it?"

The sound of fingernails scratching the cabinet door became louder and louder, and there was a deep gasp from the morgue. Fan Cong didn't need to answer, Fan Dade already had the answer in his heart.

The sound of the wheels roared and stopped at the door of the room. The cabinet doors were knocked open, blood spattered, and more monsters than before came out.

His legs were paralyzed, and Fan Dade leaned against the door of No. 2 corpse, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

The door behind him was hit, and his body trembled along with the door panel. Fan Dade felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

"Stop! Your frequency is too fast! I just woke up! I just woke up!"

Fan Dade wanted to cry because of his grievance. Compared with him, Fan Cong seemed more calm.

It is impossible for a smart person to make the same mistake twice.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Fan Cong's calf seemed to be cramping. He sat on the ground with a thud and fell behind Fan Dade.

"Brother, if you wake up from a coma first, don't shake me to wake me up, just let me be in a coma for a while." After saying the last sentence, Fan Cong rolled his eyelids and straightened "dizzy" past.

Fan Dade hadn't reacted to what was going on, and the lights in the room had gone out.

"Brother? Xiao Cong? Fan Cong?!"

The door of the corpse was knocked open,

Fan Dade was surrounded by several shadows, and Fan Dade's screams could be heard throughout the underground scene.

...

Half a minute later, the wall lights came on and the passage returned to calm.

The shadow has dissipated, and Fan Dade's body was twitching against the corner of the wall, and he couldn't spit any more foam.

Slowly opening his eyes, facing down, Fan Cong, who was lying beside Fan Dade, slowly opened his eyes. While he was feeling scared, there was a hint of excitement in his heart.

"As long as you pretend to be dead, you won't be attacked by ghosts? No, it's possible that my brother attracted all the firepower." Thinking of the scene just now, Fan Cong's scalp felt numb.

"Get out of this place quickly, it's better to go anywhere than here."

He barely stood up, shaking Fan Dade's shoulders: "Brother, wake up! Hurry up!"

After panicking for a long time, Fan Dade didn't get better either. Fan Cong was anxious and dragged Fan Dade's arm with both hands, trying to carry it on his back.

As soon as he pulled Fan Dade up, he heard a sigh at the end of the corridor.

"Because the syncope caused by the shock is a sudden syncope, the first thing you have to do is to make him lie on the ground, ensure ventilation, and then perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Moving his body at this time is not good for him."

It was an unfamiliar voice, and it didn't belong to other tourists. Fan Cong didn't understand what the man said at all. The moment he opened his mouth, he let go of his hand and lay down on the spot.

Fan Dade's body also fell to the ground, and the two brothers "crossed the body" in the center of the passage.

The person in the distance didn't seem to expect that his kind reminder would stun people. After a few seconds, the wall lamp dimmed, and a gloomy wind blew in the passage. Four doctors in white coats, masks and gloves came over.

They were wrapped tightly all over their bodies and could not see their faces.

"Why did you pass out? Wasn't it okay just now? Are your nerves too sensitive?"

"This big guy has a really good physique. He fell several times, but his skin didn't break. He was really strong. The last time I met such a person, it was in the No. 7 autopsy room. It was a brick mover on a construction site who shaves fat. It was very easy.”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's wake up, it's too dangerous to just throw it in the middle of the road."

One of the kind doctors went to treat Fan Dade, and the rest surrounded Fan Cong.

The wind was blowing, and his body was cold, but Fan Cong couldn't stop sweating from his forehead.

"I seem to be surrounded? What should I do? What should a normal person do in this situation?"

With a cold neck, a doctor's tone was a little surprised: "Is he okay? Why is he dizzy?"

"The heart is beating so fast, it should be pretending to be dizzy."

"Then didn't he see a few of us? Why don't we give him..."

While the doctors were discussing, Fan Cong's eyes on the ground were staggered by a slit, which happened to collide with the sharp eyes of the doctors.

"Sure enough, he is pretending to be dizzy." The leading doctor looked the youngest, and his eyes were the most terrifying: "I usually hate those people who play small tricks."

With an embarrassed smile, the fat on Fan Cong's face trembled, his fat hands pressed against the ground, and he wanted to sit up: "I didn't expect that there is a doctor in this haunted house, this is rare in the world, right? It is indeed the most terrifying haunted house in Jiujiang."

He looked at the doctor who was rescuing his brother and felt strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Surrounded by several doctors, his body became colder and colder, Fan Cong forced himself to show a happy fake smile: "Several, I won't disturb you, you continue."

He put his hand into his pocket, swiped his fingers on the screen, stepped back, and no longer wanted his brother. At this time, the best way was to escape first.

"Wait a moment."

Several doctors spoke at the same time, focusing on the hand that Fan Cong put into his pocket.

Fan Cong knew that the situation was not good, and he walked faster. After turning a corner, he realized that there was a dead end there, and the exit was blocked by the doctor.

"You are overweight, and you have been continuously frightened, and your heart rate is not normal. I have professional equipment here. I hope you can cooperate with me to do a test." After the doctor finished speaking, he was not too sure: "It should be With instruments, if I remember correctly."

"Care for me?" Fan Cong grabbed the phone and slowly approached the doctor. When he was still a meter or two away from the doctor, he suddenly started to speed up.

"I understand your kindness, I know my own body, I don't need you to worry about it!"

Fan Cong's body nearly 200 pounds rammed into several doctors. He was too frightened to do anything, and wanted to fight to the death.

The arm waved randomly, rubbing against the doctor's coat, Fan Cong felt as if his fingertips touched something——

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