Chapter Nine Hundred and Twenty Four

The atmosphere in the 413 dormitory became weird. Ali is Lan Dong's best friend. Naturally, it is impossible to help the haunted house to deliberately scare Lan Dong. He should have really seen a ghost just now.

Are there really ghosts in the world?

Liu Zai shook his head, and drove this unrealistic idea out of his mind. He didn't quite believe what Ali said, and reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the ground.

"A few years ago, I saw a similar small program in a mobile phone store. It probably could add ghosts to normal shooting shots. At that time, many people downloaded this software to spoof their friends." The camera was still on, Liu Gang picked up his phone and pointed it at Lan Dong.

There was nothing lying on Lan Dong's neck, but the wall behind him was a bit strange, and the human-shaped smudge nailed by nails seemed to be moving.

"There is nothing on his neck." Liu Zai showed everyone: "It's all a lie."

"Brother Zai, I have used the small program you mentioned, but it has been removed from the shelves of major mobile phone malls. Do you know why it was blocked by all platforms in the end?" Xiaochun felt disgusted with Liu Zai for some reason. I don't like the greasy uncle who puts on airs very much.

"why?"

"Someone actually saw a ghost with that small program. The major mobile phone stores will definitely not explain the reason, but I have a friend who has personally experienced it." Xiaochun glanced at the camera lens: "Brother, I know You don't believe in ghosts, you don't have to, but you can't be disrespectful, especially...in this kind of place."

"Girl, you're not very old, but you're pretty good at talking." Liu Gang didn't take it seriously.

"We haven't gotten to know each other well yet. You can call me a girl." Xiaochun is a sensitive person, she doesn't like to talk very much, but the more she is like this, the more she can notice the subtle changes around her.

Since entering this haunted house, she found that everyone's emotions were deliberately guided, and the hidden dark side of the character was gradually exposed. This haunted house is like a maze that will sink deeper and deeper.

"Under the sunshine outside the haunted house, everyone is friendly, why did it change after entering? Is it because there is a problem with the background music? Or is the scene rendering too depressing?"

Xiaochun doesn’t know how to evaluate such a haunted house. The bright side is that people who have been depressed for too long in reality can come to the haunted house to vent freely, be the truest self in this dark and terrifying underground, and put on a mask to live hard after leaving ; On the bad side, the process of transformation is destined to be full of screams and horror.

"Spiritual app?" The people in the room were arguing, Lan Dong touched his neck, and knelt on the bed: "When Ali took care of me just now, I did feel a chill on my neck, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling out my hand. head. Later, when the elder brother took pictures of me, that feeling disappeared.”

"There's no real ghost, right?" the photographer hunk muttered in a low voice. He is a professional photographer, and usually he wouldn't speak during the video recording, unless he couldn't help it.

"I don't know if there are ghosts in the world, but I can be sure that someone in this haunted house is pretending to be a ghost. He may be hiding behind the surveillance camera and watching the screen laughing." Lan Dong looked at the corner of the room: "He wants to Look at us making embarrassment, but I will not let him succeed!"

Lan Dong jumped down from the upper bunk: "Let's go, I got the keys to the key rooms of the haunted house now, and then I just need to open these rooms one by one, and I should be able to pass the haunted house smoothly."

"Don't you want to search again? I took a general look just now, and it seems that there has been campus bullying in this dormitory.

The boy being bullied is called Lin Sisi, who is the owner of the phone. "

"Ali, what we are looking for is an art club, don't be disturbed by irrelevant things." Lan Dong sullenly.

"But I checked my phone just now, and there are several text messages related to the art club." Ali opened Lin Sisi's phone and clicked on one message after another.

"The sender is Teacher Bai—Lin Sisi, from today on you will live in dormitory 413, get along well with your classmates, and don't disappoint your parents' expectations."

"The sender is the artist—Lin Sisi, why did you hide a knife under the pillow? Don't you know that you have the habit of sleepwalking?"

"Sender, artist——Lin Sisi, what's your favorite color? Crimson? Or dark red?"

"The sender is the artist—Lin Sisi, I have seen your paintings, welcome to join the art club."

Ali showed everyone the text message: "This Lin Sisi is one of the members of the art club. From their text message exchanges, we can find several clues. The president of the art club should be a painter. This club is definitely not just painting in the ordinary sense. The hobby club for painting, they are probably a group of lunatics. I have a hunch that the task we have drawn is not as simple as it is literally written."

"Worry too much." Lan Dong interrupted directly before listening to Ali's words: "The task is drawn and cannot be changed. Our top priority is to find the art club as soon as possible within the limited time."

"Wait a minute!" Ali didn't follow Lan Dong out. He lifted Lin Sisi's quilt, opened Lin Sisi's wardrobe, and finally found a handmade wooden box at the bottom of the cabinet: "Lin Sisi is a member of the art club. His There may well be oil paintings hidden in the room."

The wooden box that Ali found was almost the same as the wooden box they drew the task outside the haunted house, and it should have been made by the same person.

Opening the lid of the box, a faint smell of blood wafted into the tip of the nose, and a folded oil painting was roughly stuffed into the box.

"Folding like this will do a lot of damage to the painting. Forget it, the owner of the haunted house probably doesn't understand art. To him, this painting is just a prop that can be replaced at any time." Liu Zai unfolded the painting and took a look. Laymen are also shocked by the scene in the painting. The upside-down oil painting, blood red and blank form a strong contrast, which makes people palpitate.

I don't know what kind of material the canvas is made of, it's very cold to the touch.

After unfolding the whole painting, the creases on it are slowly recovering, just like human skin can heal itself after being cut.

"Ali, you did a great job." Liu carried them into the haunted house for more than ten minutes, and finally found the first painting.

"Let's go, we still need to find twelve more oil paintings." Lan Dong left the dormitory without looking back. Ali carefully put the oil paintings back into the box. The scene of Lin Sisi being beaten appeared, the thin child begged for mercy, but no one responded.

Shivering, Ali looked around: "Don't come to me, I'm just an errand runner."

His eyes moved, and when he saw the wall, Ali was stunned again: "Why is there a piece of human-shaped stain missing on the wall? Brother Dong seems to have sat there just now."

He had a very bad premonition, and subconsciously took out Lin Sisi's mobile phone and pointed it at Lan Dong to take pictures. Everything on Lan Dong was normal, but the crooked shadow was a little conspicuous.

"No dirty things followed, it seems that I was thinking too much."