“Bang!”

The phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground, but I could still vaguely hear the sound coming from the microphone.

"I couldn't get through to Youliang on the phone. What happened to you guys in there?"

"Xiao Zhu? Can you hear me?"

"Zhu Jianing? Are you okay? Speak!"

Of course Zhu Jianing heard his voice, but at this time he could no longer speak.

With his eyes rolled up, Zhu Jianing hit the partition with a bang. His body twitched slightly and he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he tried.

"I warned you not to take photos or videos in the haunted house, but you just didn't listen." Chen Ge took off the mask and put it in his pocket. He looked at Zhu Jianing who was lying on the ground and felt that the exemption agreement was a great invention.

His way of scaring people is a little different from other haunted houses. In normal haunted houses, actors play ghosts and hide in the blind spots of tourists, then suddenly appear with strange screams to scare others.

Chen Ge's method of scaring people is very special. He creates the atmosphere to the extreme, and then waits for tourists to actively look for the scaring points. The whole scaring process is silent and hard to guard against.

If you are frightened even though you are mentally prepared, you will be like Zhu Jianing now, unable to release the fear. It is like there is a big piece of ice stuck in your throat, making it hard to breathe and freezing to the bone.

Chen Ge walked out of the third cubicle, turned off the phone on the ground and put it into Zhu Jianing's pocket, then dragged him out of the toilet and threw him in the corridor.

"Why are you still twitching? He's breathing, so he should be fine." Chen Ge pinched Zhu Jianing's philtrum and stopped only after seeing his eyes return to normal: "Can you hear me? Where did the person who came in with you go?"

After a long time without any response, Chen Ge had no choice but to leave him here: "Don't run around, be careful of encountering a real ghost."

He was afraid that he might scare another person, so he took off the skull-crushing doctor's coat and held it in his hand.

"This guy ran out of the girls' dormitory. His companions should also be in that direction." Chen Ge ran towards the fork in the road, but he searched all the dormitories and did not see Fei Youliang.

"Where did you go?" He stopped in the room where the Pen Fairy was. The pen wrapped in transparent tape broke again and fell to the ground.

"There are no signs of a fight in the room. Where could that guy with glasses go?" Chen Ge came out of the girls' dormitory and stood in the middle of the fork in the road: "Could he have gone over there?"

On the other side of the fork in the road was a deep well and the school office. The ground was uneven. After passing several office cubicles, Chen Ge finally found Fei Youliang.

This guy's condition was even worse than Zhu Jianing's. There was white foam at the corners of his mouth and his glasses were broken. What was even more strange was that the place where he fell was very close to the deep well at the end of the corridor, and one of his hands was on the edge of the well, as if he was about to be dragged into the well.

"What happened to this guy? It looks like he didn't just offend the spirit of the pen!" There were no surveillance cameras installed in the haunted house, and Chen Ge had no idea what had happened to Fei Youliang.

Seeing his miserable appearance, Chen Ge humanely performed CPR on him.

"This person's symptoms are similar to those at Heshan. Let's get him out first."

After a lot of effort, Chen Ge finally dragged the two people to the exit.

After lifting the wooden board and dragging the two people to the first floor of the haunted house, he heard a quarrel outside the haunted house. It seemed that the people from Qin Guang's studio were preparing to force their way in.

"It's really a lot of work." Chen Ge dragged two visitors out of the haunted house, one in each hand.

With the sun shining on him, Chen Ge threw Fei Youliang and Zhu Jianing in front of the remaining people in Qin Guang's studio and glanced at them: "What are you arguing about?"

Two grown men went in alive and kicking, and came out half-dead. One of them had foam at the corner of his mouth. Was he scared to death?

The onlookers all took a step back, leaving a space.

"Xiao Zhu! Youliang!" People from Qin Guang's studio ran over and helped the two young men up.

Zhu Jianing was fine, he had recovered, but his legs were still a little weak.

The one in serious condition is Fei Youliang. If we say he is unconscious, his eyes are still open. If we say he is awake, he will not respond when his name is called. His expression is dull and there is still white foam at the corners of his mouth.

"What did you do to them?" the short middle-aged man questioned Chen Ge angrily.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Chen Ge really didn't know. When he went in, the two people were so scared that they couldn't tell east from west.

"We talked on the phone, and Xiao Zhu said that your employee stepped on Youliang's shoulder! How dare you attack tourists in a haunted house? Do you have any professional ethics?"

"Which eye did you see my employee attack him?" Chen Ge glanced at the two people lying on the ground. "You can go to the police station for fingerprint identification. I can guarantee that no one touched any part of the tourist except his hands."

"Stop arguing. I'll go call the doctor from the park. Saving lives is the most important thing." Uncle Xu was overwhelmed and called the medical staff of the park.

"He's in such a state, and you still refuse to admit it? Fortunately, we were prepared!" The short middle-aged man opened Fei Youliang's backpack, took out the laptop, and removed the wireless camera on Fei Youliang's chest and the microphone attached to the backpack strap.

"There are quite a few things." Chen Ge saw the camera when he was dragging the "corpse" inside. He roughly guessed what these people were thinking, but he didn't take it to heart. Other haunted houses strictly prohibit filming and recording because they are afraid of leaking the scene design. It is very expensive to make a complete large-scale horror scene, and the internal structure is a commercial secret. But this is nothing to Chen Ge. He only needs to complete the trial tasks to continuously unlock more terrifying scenes. In terms of the speed of scene updates, no other haunted house can compare with him.

In his opinion, these people spreading haunted house videos is also a form of alternative publicity. After all, what his haunted house lacks most now is exposure.

"You won't be able to laugh soon. I will keep the video of your haunted house employees beating tourists. This matter is not over yet!" The short middle-aged man spoke loudly, as if he was deliberately attracting the attention of the surrounding tourists.

"We are professionals. There is absolutely no such thing as beating up tourists." Chen Ge walked to the computer. He was actually very curious about what Fei Youliang encountered in the haunted house and why he collapsed next to the deep well in the end.

The short middle-aged man straightened the computer and started playing the video he had just recorded.

The screen was dark, but a buzzing sound could be heard.

At this time, Fei Youliang had not yet entered the haunted house. The microphone should have been affixed in advance, but the camera had not been taken out, so he could only hear noise but could not see the picture.

After a few seconds, Chen Ge's voice came from the computer.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The last person who said that walked in and came out lying down."

Then Fei Youliang's disdainful laughter came from the computer: "After hearing what you said, I want to try it even more."

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