"The red raincoat appeared on the platform. Let's hurry up and look for any clues left on the platform." Fu Bole and several other haunted house designers searched carefully around the platform, and they soon found some problems.
There are two figures on the back of the platform on Changjie, a man and a woman. The figures of these two people are engraved on the platform, as if they are a freeze frame of memory.
There was a water stain under the platform, through which a male student in school uniform and a female teacher holding a red umbrella could be vaguely seen.
There are some words carved casually in the corner of the bus stop, crookedly. The person who left these words might be immersed in a naive and simple happiness.
"Love begins with meeting."
"I missed the last bus, but I waited for you."
"Can you let me take you home?"
These crooked words seem to evoke the viewer's memories of youth, which are simple, clumsy, yet beautiful.
“How could such words be engraved in such a gloomy place? Is there a cruel and horrifying story hidden behind the innocent first love? All the beauty is just a foreshadowing, which will be torn apart at the last moment, creating despair through contrast?” There seemed to be a similar theme in Snake Sister’s haunted house. She touched the black skull on her arm, as if she was lost in memories. This is a woman with a story.
"The style of this street is completely different from other buildings. Logically, there should be a lot of scary points, but we didn't see anything scary." Zuo Han's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, as if now was the last calm before the storm.
"Don't check the platform, let's go to the next place immediately!" Zuo Han looked at the black fog chasing them from behind, and decisively called on everyone else to run to the other side of the street.
"We must leave here. The ghost fetus scene breaks all the rules I summarized before. Any experience cannot be used as a reference here. Why is it like this?"
Everything happened very suddenly, as if there was an invisible mastermind behind the scenes pushing everything.
"Within fifteen minutes of the show starting, we are about to enter the third stage. All the ghost actors in the four-star scene are starting to run wild. The chances of us escaping with just three people are zero." Zuo Han realized that he had encountered the worst situation: "Those haunted house designers are unreliable. If they don't change their minds immediately, they may 'disappear' in the next sub-scene. How can I break through?"
After racking his brains, sweat soon broke out on Zuo Han's forehead. He was under a lot of pressure now. He had to face unknown and terrifying enemies, and lead a group of stupid teammates and haunted house actors hidden among them.
Caught in a dilemma both internally and externally, he really couldn't think of a good way to deal with the situation.
"It was too hasty! This four-star scene didn't give me any time to buffer or think."
After Red Raincoat left, the buildings on both sides of the street no longer had that creepy feeling and looked like an ordinary street.
The tourists easily left the long street and arrived at the door of an orphanage with black and white as the main colors.
The rusty iron gate was half open, and a creepy nursery rhyme came from somewhere.
This orphanage looked as if it had been abandoned for a long time, but there were children's clothes hanging out to dry in the yard, and there were newly dug holes on the ground, which seemed to be used to fill in something.
There were signs of human activity everywhere in the orphanage, but the tourists couldn't find a single person.
The wind chimes hanging on the eaves swayed gently, and Zuo Han pushed open the door to the hall.
Slightly sad music came from a room. At the end of the dining tables, there was a dilapidated shrine.
"This is a private orphanage. There will definitely not be shrines in public welfare institutions." Teacher Wang looked at the shrine and thought of some things he had encountered in the past: "Some founders of private orphanages believe in blessings, and they will offer tablets in their own rooms, but this is the first time I have seen an orphanage that puts the shrine directly in the lobby."
As he walked past the long wooden dining table, Teacher Wang's face gradually became grim.
The shrine was covered with the words "Fang Yu" densely written on it, which looked very scary.
"This was scratched out bit by bit with fingernails. The dark black spots on it are blood stains. They have grown together with the wood. It's very strange. It feels like someone has been repeatedly scratching words on the shrine for years." Teacher Wang was a little puzzled: "Does it cost so much to make a haunted house prop?"
"This may not be done by Boss Chen himself. He has provided clues to many murders. I suspect that some of the items in his haunted house were brought back directly from the crime scenes." Zuo Han whispered. These topics were internal secrets, so he was not willing to let too many people know.
"Has the owner of the haunted house provided clues to many murders?" Teacher Wang asked subconsciously, "I did hear that things have been unsettled recently, and the Hanjiang City Branch has an informant. Is that informant the owner of this haunted house?"
“Teacher, you no longer have any contact with the bureau because of that incident, so you don’t know much about it. This haunted house owner is very…” Zuo Han thought for a long time and didn’t know how to describe it: “His parents are missing. In order to investigate this case, he forcibly dug up Han Jiang’s old case from 20 years ago. I don’t know how to describe this kind of person. Anyway, it can be summed up in four words: stay away from him.”
"Can an old case from twenty years ago be reopened?"
"Yes, but this is not the scariest thing." Zuo Han lowered his voice even more: "He provided clues to several serious cases to the Hanjiang police and solved many cases, but there has been no progress in the case of his own parents' disappearance. I suspect there is a big problem here. His parents' disappearance is definitely not a simple matter."
"Is this actually the reason why you keep coming to visit his haunted house?" Teacher Wang thinks highly of Zuo Han and thinks he is one of the best students in Hanjiang Forensic Medicine. He feels that Zuo Han is different from other children and is definitely not the kind of student who loves to play.
"I'm afraid I'm not qualified to investigate the case of his parents' disappearance." Zuo Han looked at the shrine in front of him: "I can't see through him at all. I don't know what he is thinking. Sometimes I don't even dare to look him in the eye. I tried to simulate and analyze his psychological condition and personality, and the conclusion I came to scared me. He has a rationality and calmness beyond ordinary people, as well as an exaggerated ability to adapt and a very high IQ."
“Are there similar character matching parameters in the database?”
"No, he is a monster. He can design so many exquisite and terrifying scenes by himself and find clues to countless serious cases. Compared with him, no one is qualified to be called a genius." Zuo Han's hand gently stroked the shrine, and his fingertips traced over the names one by one: "The more I know, the more scared I am, and the more scared I am, the more curious I am. I want to find out the truth. If possible, I am also going to use the last vacation before graduation to work for him."
"The top student in the School of Forensic Medicine is working in a haunted house?" Teacher Wang wondered if he had heard wrongly. "You are much smarter than me. What you lack is experience. If he is as good as you say, you probably won't find anything useful even if you come here to work."
While the two were chatting, a wooden door in the side hall was pushed open, and a white-haired old man carrying a thermos walked out. He was also stunned when he saw so many people standing in the hall.
"Are you here to adopt a child?" The old man's voice was trembling. He was in poor health and it seemed that he would faint at any moment.
"You're so old and still acting in a haunted house? This haunted house is really wicked." Fu Bole walked up to the old man and said, "We're not here to adopt a child, we're here to look for something. Have you seen this?"
He took the picture of the doll out of his pocket and waved it in front of the old man.
“I haven’t seen it. If you are not here to adopt a child, then you’d better leave quickly. This town is not peaceful. If you don’t leave now, you may never be able to leave.” The old man coughed a few times and was about to leave when Ma Feng, who had been silent in the crowd, suddenly stood up.
"Wait a minute! Have I seen you somewhere before?" Ma Feng took over Jiang Jiu's job. In order to get to know Chen Ge better, he watched the video of Chen Ge challenging his own haunted house overnight. The old man in front of him seemed to have appeared in the video, but he couldn't remember it.
"I have been staying in the orphanage taking care of the children and have never left this town. How could you have seen me? Have you been here before?" The old man was the obsession that Chen Ge brought back from challenging the virtual Future Park haunted house. Also brought back were his grandson, the wind chime ghost, and the red-clothed costume.
"Maybe I made a mistake."
"Don't ever mistake someone for someone in this town. The familiar person you see may not be him. He may be something else pretending to be him. Although they have the same face and voice, their hearts are completely different." The old man suddenly coughed violently, as if his previous words had revealed the secret: "Let's go quickly. Don't stay here."
"Hey!" Fu Bole stretched out his hand to grab the old man, but just when he was about to grab the old man's arm, the old man dodged in a very strange posture. No one could see clearly, and only Fu Bole kept his empty-handed action.
The door to the side hall was not closed, but the old man disappeared after he entered.
A very bad feeling spread in everyone's hearts, and Fu Bole subconsciously walked towards the side hall.
Standing outside, you can hear children laughing, but after pushing open the door, there is no one in the side hall, just some toys thrown on the ground.
"There must be something hidden in this orphanage. Think about it carefully. The rag doll that Boss Chen asked us to find is so shabby. Normal children would definitely not play with such a doll. It is very likely a toy of an abandoned child." Wei Chaochao tried to analyze: "All the children adopted in the orphanage are homeless. There is a high probability that the rag doll we are looking for is hidden here."
Everyone felt that what Wei Chaochao said made sense, except Zuo Han, who frowned and said nothing.
"What's wrong? Do you have any objection to what I said?" Wei Chaochao is a very smart person, but his intelligence is limited to certain aspects.
“Your thinking is a bit one-sided. If you look at the entire scene, the probability of the doll hiding here is very small, because there are still many scenes that have not been explored.” Zuo Han expressed his opinion.
"What do you mean?"
"I think the orphanage is a cover-up by Boss Chen. This is most likely a trap. We'd better not waste too much time here." Zuo Han knew that those people might not listen to him, so after he finished speaking, he walked aside with Heshan and Teacher Wang and began to look for clues.
"Don't let him shake our morale. Let's explore according to our own ideas." Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao shared the same opinion. They carefully searched for the traces of the rag doll in the scene according to their previous groups.
The black fog drifted across the streets and slowly surrounded the orphanage.
Zuo Han prepared to evacuate and rush to the next scene, but the haunted house designers insisted on staying in the orphanage scene.
The two sides disagreed and eventually separated.
Zuo Han led Heshan and Teacher Wang away, while the others continued to explore in the increasingly thick black fog.
"This is an orphanage, but we don't see any children." Wei Chaochao stood at the door of the side hall: "Are we being deceived by that old man?"
"The old man finally went into the side hall. Have you checked the side hall?" Fu Bole and Qin Guang stood next to Wei Chaochao, while the others were searching the kitchen and backyard.
"We checked everything but couldn't find him. He seemed to have disappeared after entering the side hall..." Wei Chaochao's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this: "The side hall is connected to the backyard. We presupposed that he went to the backyard, but there is actually another possibility - there is a secret passage in the side hall!"
The three of them entered the side hall again, and the toys on the floor were arranged differently than before.
"Someone moved something here!" Wei Chaochao was the first to notice the problem. Before he could finish his words, he saw a short figure running past the area where the backyard and the side hall were connected: "Stop!"
Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole rushed over directly. They ignored Qin Guang behind them and chased the figure into the utility room in the backyard.
Pushing open the wooden door, there was a shabby altar in front of me, with a strange photo on it.
The old man in the photo has his back to Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole, and seems to be holding something in his arms.
"The back of the person in this photo looks familiar."
Qin Guang, who was left alone in the side hall, was about to go out when he suddenly heard the sound of a ball hitting something. He turned his head to look.
There was a toy ball in the side hall that rolled into the hall by itself. The weird thing was that there seemed to be something hiding in the dark corner.
The ball would roll into the darkness and then be kicked out again, as if two invisible children were playing a game.
Seeing this, Qin Guang left the side hall without saying a word and ran to meet up with the others.
After he left, a little boy in red clothes with bloodshot eyes walked out from the corner.
"I think it's a very simple and happy thing for them to scare people, why is it so difficult for me? Why?"
As the boy in red became increasingly irritable, the door of Room 1 on the first floor of Quiet House slammed heavily against the wall, and a woman in a red raincoat walked out of the corridor with anger of being deceived.
Blood was swirling, and blood-red rain began to fall in the endless black fog.