Chapter 0219 – Everything is just like the real thing

Release Date: 2024-07-03 10:46:25
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  ”Mr. Han, are you sure the right side isn’t as scary as the left?”

  Xiao Du held onto the door handle, he now somewhat missed the Tanto Hospital, the iron cabinet that could bring him a sense of security.

  ”Why are you guys panicking? Surname Chen himself said that the third sickbay hasn’t finished setting up yet, so what’s there to be afraid of in a crippled scene?” Han Qiuming snapped out of his initial shock as he grabbed the arm of the person in charge, Guo Miao, “Old Guo, the two of us will take the lead.”

  ”What does it have to do with me?” Guo Miao threw his hand away, “Didn’t you say you’d go ahead alone?”

  ”I was afraid you wouldn’t dare come in and run off halfway through the tour.” Han Qiuming’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, only no one could see it since the haunted house was dimly lit, “Then I’ll take the lead, you guys stay close and don’t fall behind.”

  Han Qiuming pushed the dilapidated iron door completely open, the rust coming off, and several people entered the middle of the third sick building.

  There was an indescribably strange odor wafting through the air, pills and yellowed case sheets scattered on the ground, Han Qiuming walked alone in front, the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

  There were all sorts of crazy words written on the walls, and the combination of those cruel handwriting made one’s scalp numb when read, not at all like something a normal person could come up with.

  What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that having already walked out a few meters away, instead of decreasing, the number of those bloody words on the wall had become even more numerous.

  It was so densely packed that not even a single sentence was repeated!

  ”How did the surname Chen come up with these sentences? He can’t really be a madman, can he?”

  Crouching down, Han Qiu Ming lifted a corner of the futon, and inside was a dummy made from pillows and sheets.

  But it was such a crude and haunted-like dummy that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

  ”The dummy props in the haunted house can still be made like this? I’ve been practicing for several years and today I’ve gotten a better understanding.” Han Qiuming looked at the bizarre face on the pillow, obviously sketched out by hand, but it gave off an indescribably eerie feeling.

  ”You guys look here!” Su Lulu stood at the doorway of the first sick room, the crowd looked in the direction she was pointing, the door shaft was covered with blood marks dug out by her fingernails.

  She reached out and gestured, “It looks just like the real thing, it doesn’t look like it was dug out using tools.”

  ”If it wasn’t dug by tools, could it still be dug by the designer’s hands?” Han Qiuming covered the bedding and covered the dummy on the ground, “You guys pay attention not to touch anything inside, be careful of triggering the mechanism, especially these bedding on the ground, maybe the actor is hiding under the quilt.”

  He was ready to move on, but the other few people didn’t move, the woman with short hair even entered the middle of the first ward alone.

  The windows were sealed shut, and outside the wooden board gaps were thick concrete walls, permeated with a kind of depression and despair, just like a prison cell.

  Night carefully ran his fingers across the bed boards and found many more dig marks on both sides of the hospital bed, “Come help, let’s lift the bed boards.”

  ”The pass time is only twenty minutes, can you guys hurry up? Don’t worry about the minutiae.” Han Qiuming stood outside alone.

  Xiao Du and Song An entered the hospital room and helped Night carefully lift the bedboard, and the scene underneath the board was somewhat out of their expectations.

  There was a line of black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bedboard, and broken nails remained in the crevices, so one could tell how much pain the person who had dug out this trail of blood had been through.

  ”Artificial plasma takes on a light red color when it solidifies, and this black and red blood mark ……” Song An shrunk his neck and said to the night at his side carefully, “It’s kind of like human blood.”

  ”Are you sure it’s human blood, not artificial blood?” Night Careful tilted her head to look at the wooden boards, bent down and brought the tip of her nose to the edge of the bed boards, “There’s no odor.”

  Song An was stunned by the short-haired girl’s bold move, he let out a dry laugh, “It might be pig’s blood, cow’s blood or maybe, haunted houses sometimes use animal blood instead of artificial plasma in order to pursue realism.”

  ”It’s also relatively normal for props with blood stains to appear in haunted houses, especially in fixed haunted houses like Boss Chen’s, where many of the props are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices.” Guo Miao should have done something like this before, “But we can’t be careless, blood on the bed boards at least means that something very bad has happened in that mental hospital before.”

  Night carefully nodded and continued, “Then how do you explain the bloody scratches on the door shaft? It’s impossible that the door shaft was also removed from the mental hospital, right?”

  Guo Miao was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to answer.

  ”You can’t say it clearly either?” Night carefully took out his book, “I’ve visited many haunted houses, most of those haunted houses do their work near the scare points, only this haunted house handles every detail realistically, and the owner of the haunted house seems to be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.”

  ”I also discovered a very scary thing.” Su LuLu tilted her head and looked at the ceiling, the one hideous and bloody text seemed to have come to life and was rotating around her, “The handwriting of every sentence here is different, it shouldn’t be written by the same person.”

  ”Different handwriting?” Guo Miao took a closer look and her face became very pale, “It’s still true, how on earth did Boss Chen do it?”

  ”Didn’t he say this haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build it, and I can do it more perfectly than him.” Han Qiuming took a few steps forward alone, his heart fizzled resulting in him turning back again, he leaned against the door shaft and said casually.

  ”Would you sink your teeth into spending five years to create a haunted house scene?” Guo Miao was a bit angry in his heart, he had already arranged everything before, and as a result, he was screwed up by Han Qiuming, “Boss Chen surely didn’t lie, this place is the scariest scene of his haunted house, let’s hurry up and go look for the tape recorder, and don’t stay here for too long.”

  Ever since he entered the third sick building, he had a very uncomfortable feeling, and after seeing the scene’s interior arrangement, this feeling became even stronger.

  The red scratches on the door shafts, the fingerprints on the edges of the bed panels, and a single bloodstained word on the surface of the walls, all of it made him feel uneasy.

  Memories buried deep in his heart were awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if he had entered the same hospital where Xu Zhenzhen had committed suicide.

  ”Old Guo, I really don’t know what you’re afraid of. The detailing of his haunted house is truly outstanding, made to look just like the real thing, but that only means he imitated it better.” Han Qiu Ming’s gaze sneakily swept over Night Beware and pushed his glasses, “When I was experiencing a mega fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all of their props were real ones that death row inmates used to use. Compared to others, this haunted house can only be said to be okay.”

  ”You’re just being facetious.”

  ”I call this being honest.” Han Qiuming waved at the crowd, “There are still sixteen minutes left, so let’s hurry up.”

  Several people entered the corridor one after another, only Xiao Du still stopped at the entrance of the third sick building, his heart beating fast as he looked at the words on the scalp ceiling.

  After gazing for a long time, those seemingly messy and unruly handwriting seemed to mix together, the strokes hooking up with each other to form the word “death” of different sizes.

  ”This place is too evil, I’ll just guard the door.”

  As he walked out of the third sick building and looked towards the left corridor, he looked up and suddenly realized that those dolls that were originally at the end of the left corridor had appeared very close to them.

  ”What’s the situation?”

  Du Chao nearly took a step backward, he didn’t dare to stay here alone and hurriedly caught up with the other tourists.

  After he left, a mannequin with a school license plate hanging from its neck quietly righted its head.

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