Looking at the closed black iron door in front of him, Xiao Sun had a complicated expression. He had never expected things to turn out like this. He just lifted the mirror casually.
"I hope nothing will happen to the tourists." Xiao Sun is now worried that the red high heels may accidentally kill a tourist: "I don't know if Brother Chen is in the haunted house. Who should I contact first when encountering such an emergency? The actor brother named Wu Jinpeng looks nice. He may have a solution."
Just as Xiao Sun was about to turn around and run out, he hesitated again, turned around and grabbed the iron door handle: "Should we open the door? If those tourists are lucky enough, maybe they have a 1% chance of returning the same way."
He did this out of kindness and wanted to leave a way out for the tourists.
Xiao Sun took off the blood-stained chain on the iron gate and stuffed it into the gap of the door so that the iron gate would not be closed tightly.
Endless black fog poured out from the gap and began to dissipate outside the passage!
Black curse threads penetrated into the building, and those people who had hurt him in the ghost fetus's memory appeared in another form. They turned into strange shadows and wandered in the black fog.
These monsters have no physical form and will not cause any substantial harm to humans or evil spirits, but they can evoke the evil and fear deep in people's hearts.
The red high-heeled shoes used a curse to recreate the past of the ghost fetus. She wanted to restore the process of the ghost fetus becoming a fierce god bit by bit. These phantom monsters were just by-products.
As soon as the iron gate was opened, the phantoms in the ghost fetus' memory began to run out frantically. They merged with the black fog, and it was difficult to find them unless they wanted to show up on their own initiative.
"I've left some room for you. I hope to see you next time. I've done my best." Xiao Sun turned and left without noticing the sign next to the iron gate that said "Please close the door when you are done."
He ran out of the secret passage in a hurry, and just as he returned to the room, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside.
"Haunted house actors don't make any noise, so those who come here must be tourists!"
A faint black mist was floating out from the entrance of the secret passage. Xiao Sun looked around and thought something was wrong.
It would be fun if other tourists followed us into the secret passage.
"Exposing myself is a small matter, but sending everyone into the hidden scene within five minutes is a big deal!" Xiao Sun was a haunted house actor for the first time and had no experience at all. He was a smart guy, but the situation was critical and he felt flustered: "Restore the mechanism for the time being and don't let more tourists enter the hidden scene. Wait until I find Brother Chen and then enter the passage from here to look for the three tourists."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. All sounds were amplified in this scene. Xiao Sun felt as if the footsteps were ringing directly in his heart.
He closed the door with the bloody snail painted on it and grabbed the edge of the mirror with both hands: "When I lifted the mirror up, it triggered the mechanism. To restore the mechanism, I should push the mirror down."
Using his arms to exert force, Xiao Sun grabbed both sides of the mirror and pressed down, but neither the mirror nor the door responded at all.
"What's going on?!"
The footsteps were approaching rapidly in the corridor. If Xiao Sun had not turned into a ghost, his clothes would probably be soaked with cold sweat by now.
He applied more and more force with his hands, his eyes anxious: "It's over, it's over, how do I close this thing!"
Xiao Sun shook the mirror up and down frantically. More and more bloodstains and blood beads appeared on the mirror surface, and a puzzled human face vaguely emerged in the mirror.
"Shouldn't it move up and down?" Holding on to both ends of the mirror, Xiao Sun tried to rotate the frame. As a result, when he exerted force with his hands, the support frame that fixed the frame broke directly!
"I'm stunned!"
Looking at the mirror that he had just pulled down from the wall, Xiao Sun was stunned. He subconsciously glanced at the secret passage from which black mist was floating.
The wall slowly closed, and the bloody snail door seemed to have never appeared.
The door outside the secret passage was closed, but there was still a gap in the black iron door inside the secret passage.
The black mist dissipated, penetrated into the building, and spread throughout the room along the cracks in the wall.
Weird, desperate faces appear and disappear on the wall, and the difficulty of the whole scene is constantly rising.
"What are you doing!" The students from Hanjiang Forensic Medicine who were exploring on the same floor ran over. They looked at the room shrouded in black fog and Xiao Sun who was standing alone in the bathroom holding a mirror.
"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing." Xiao Sun held the mirror, feeling that it was not right to put it down, and it was not right not to put it down.
"What about the others in your group?"
"They didn't listen to me and left me alone."
The other two groups of people who were looking for the doll's remains downstairs heard the noise and all ran upstairs.
In less than three minutes, the first floor of the building had changed its appearance. A terrifying puppet like mud was lying at the door. Black fog kept floating out of the room. Those people even wondered if this was the place they had just been to.
"Why are you all gathered here? Where are Liang Er and Liang San? What's going on with this monster at the door?" Fu Bole glanced into the house, but did not see the three haunted house designers.
"I don't know. The three of them asked me to stay here and not cause any trouble. Then they seemed to have discovered a secret passage, triggered some mechanism, and then disappeared." Xiao Sun spoke ambiguously. He was not a particularly good liar.
"How could living people just disappear like that? Which room did they disappear into?" Ma Feng frowned as three people disappeared right after the groups were divided.
"It's on this floor." Xiao Sun is very anxious now. He is worried that if he delays any further, he might have to collect the bodies of Liang Er and Liang San.
From his point of view, the most urgent task now is to find Chen Ge and quickly inform Red High Heels that a tourist has entered the hidden scene.
"Three people in the same group have disappeared, and you are the only one still here. It's a bit strange." Zuo Han was about to speak when Fu Bole suddenly walked up to the people from Hanjiang Forensic Medical College and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Fu Bole stared at Zuo Han, his face slightly gloomy: "It was you three who did this, wasn't it?"
"We?" Heshan pointed at himself and said, "Are you sick? The three of us are not with them. We just got here too!"
"You are not with Liang Er and Liang San, but you are on the first floor with them. You are the people closest to them!" Fu Bole put his hand on the mud doll next to him. "This doll was not there when we came here before, which means someone moved it here after we left. Look at how heavy this doll is? It is impossible for one person to move the doll here quietly, so it must be a joint action of multiple people!"
After hearing Fu Bole's analysis, the people from Hanjiang Forensic Medical College and Xiao Sun were shocked.
"If you hadn't been slandering Boss Chen's haunted house before, I would have thought you were the actor hired by the haunted house." Heshan was speechless: "Even if there is an actor among us, the most likely person is Xiao Sun. Everyone else in his group is missing except him. Isn't he the most suspicious? Are you ignoring him just because he can't move the puppet by himself?"
It can be said that Heshan's reasoning ability was developed in Chen Ge's haunted house. He used to believe that human nature is inherently good, but later he realized that human nature is "diverse" and is the most complicated thing in the world.
After hearing what Heshan said, Xiao Sun felt relieved for some reason. He thought that someone finally suspected him. If he really couldn't continue acting, he would just slip away. It was too exciting to be with so many living people.
"You have no rebuttal to me, so you start dragging others into this? You want to disrupt attention? You want to fish in troubled waters?" Fu Bole had been suspicious of Zuo Han and the others from the very beginning. He had been running the haunted house for several years and had never seen tourists like Zuo Han and Heshan. They analyzed everything and devoted themselves to visiting a haunted house, which was like they had traveled through time and space in a horror movie.
With preconceived ideas, Fu Bole always considers things from his own perspective, and everything he thinks about is based only on his own cognition.
"Are you determined to frame us? Do you have a grudge against the medical examiner?"
While the few people were arguing, the black fog in the room had become thicker, and a face could be vaguely seen flashing through it.
Standing in the black fog, Teacher Wang felt inexplicably irritated. Some memories buried deep in his heart began to flash through his mind, including the appearance of the murderer or the victim. The people in the photos in his memory seemed to come alive and pounce on him little by little.
The more horrific experiences a person has in real life, the greater the impact of the black fog will be.
Shaking his head, Teacher Wang reached out to hold the door frame.
"Teacher, are you feeling unwell?" Zuo Han was the first to notice something was wrong with Teacher Wang.
"I was fine when I first came in, but suddenly I felt a little dizzy, but I'm fine now."
"It may be related to this black fog. I also feel a little uncomfortable." Zuo Han lowered his voice.
"You have the same feeling?" Teacher Wang was very surprised.
“Yeah.” Zuo Han and Teacher Wang stood together. His lips moved slightly, but his voice could not be heard at all if you didn’t listen carefully.
"What are you two whispering about?" Wei Chaochao shouted loudly. He had been staring at Zuo Han and Teacher Wang. Under the guidance of Fu Bole, he also believed that there was a high probability that the people from Hanjiang Forensic Medical College were actors.
"We don't need to report to you what we discussed. You can treat us as actors in the haunted house. This has no impact on us." Zuo Han was a loner. He was too lazy to pay attention to the haunted house designers. He turned around and said to Heshan and Teacher Wang: "The sudden appearance of the black fog should be a signal, telling us that we can't stay in one place for too long. As time goes by, the black fog may cover all scenes. In other words, our survival will become more and more difficult."
"Isn't this black fog just like the 'poison circle' in some games? The range of the fog is constantly expanding, and the range of tourists' activities is constantly shrinking. If you stay in the fog for a long time, you will encounter unexpected events." Heshan immediately understood.
"I have two guesses now. First, the three missing tourists found a secret passage. They went to other places through the secret passage, which accelerated the game process. The appearance of black fog means that the game has entered the second stage. If we want to avoid the black fog, we can only look for the secret passage and enter another scene through the secret passage like them." Zuo Han analyzed the only clues he had: "But the problem is that we have only been in the haunted house for five minutes. According to Boss Chen's previous practice, the difficulty will probably increase halfway through the tour time. Today's challenge is a bit unreasonable."
"What's the second guess?"
"The second guess is that some kind of change has occurred in the haunted house, and something has happened here that no one expected." Zuo Han did not argue with the haunted house designers. While he was speaking, those haunted house designers slowly shut their mouths and listened to him quietly. Maybe this is the aura.
"What should we do if it is the second situation?" Heshan asked the question on everyone's mind.
"If it's the second situation, that would be bad. Do you remember what I said when we first entered the haunted house?" Zuo Han's face didn't look very good.
"What did you say?"
"This haunted house might really be haunted." Zuo Han stopped talking about this topic: "Teacher, Heshan, let's look for the secret passage in these rooms on the left. Judging from the time, the three missing people can only be in these rooms."
Without arguing or engaging in meaningless arguments, everyone, led by Zuo Han, began to look for the secret passage on the first floor.
"The black fog is still spreading! Time is limited! If we can't find the secret passage within five minutes, we will leave immediately!"
Looking at the busy figures of the crowd, Xiao Sun held the mirror in both hands with a bitter look on his face. He really couldn't bear to say that the secret passage mechanism had been destroyed by himself.
Now the door outside cannot be opened, the door inside cannot be closed, black fog keeps coming out, and the difficulty of the game keeps increasing.
Five minutes later, the black fog had dissipated from the Quiet House and floated directly onto the street. Hazy faces appeared all over the building.
"That secret passage should be a one-time thing! Let's leave this scene first. The black fog will continue to spread over time. We must hurry up and explore more scenes!"
After Zuo Han finished speaking, he walked out of the building without hesitation, followed by Heshan and Teacher Wang.
"Let's go to other scenes as well." Shangguan Qinghong motioned for everyone to follow Zuo Han: "Don't worry about whether he is a haunted house actor or not, let's just follow him and see what he wants to do."
"This Zuo Han is like an NPC in a haunted house. He has been giving us hints, telling us the progress of the game, and constantly creating panic. If you follow him, you will probably follow in the footsteps of Liang Er and Liang San." Fu Bole still insisted on his opinion, but he did not walk slowly.
After everyone left the Quiet House, the photo of the child on the missing person notice at the door blinked.
At the same time, on the third basement floor of the Quiet House, a child in red clothes ran out from his hiding place.
He rushed directly to the corridor entrance, looked at the tourists leaving, and threw the script hidden under his red clothes to the ground.
"I've been practicing for three days, and you're leaving now?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The child in red picked up the script again and chased after the tourists.