The corridor suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

The "ghost" in the closet did not notice Chen Ge's little move. He was still waiting for the opportunity to give Chen Ge a fatal blow.

Chen Ge, who was standing at the corner, was also silently counting his heartbeats and calculating the time.

About thirty seconds later, a slight friction sound came from the iron cabinet. It should be that the haunted house actors were a little tired from maintaining the same posture for a long time.

In comparison, Chen Ge was more like an experienced hunter. He bent down and slowly moved forward, only a few dozen centimeters away from the iron cabinet.

Forty seconds passed, and the "ghost" in the cabinet still hadn't seen the tourist appear. Feeling a little puzzled, he leaned forward, adjusted the angle, and tried to find Chen Ge.

The silent confrontation soon reached its final stage. With only three seconds left, Chen Ge stepped forward, avoiding the gap on the front of the iron cabinet and blocking the cabinet door.

At the same time, the singing of the female ghost in the wedding dress came out from the iron cabinet without any warning.

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“Boom!”

The haunted house actor was caught off guard and was concentrating on finding Chen Ge. At the moment when he was extremely nervous, the shrill singing of a female ghost suddenly sounded behind him.

The actor bumped into the cabinet door, and in a panic, he seemed to have accidentally stepped on his own scary props and fell into the iron cabinet with a plop.

"Where's that sound coming from? Where's that sound coming from?!"

The dark and cramped iron cabinet became a nightmare that imprisoned him, and the female ghost seemed to be in the darkness.

He hammered the cabinet door frantically. Chen Ge, who had anticipated everything, had already thoughtfully used his back to hold the cabinet door in place.

"What's that sound?! Let me out!"

Worried that the intense activity would increase his heart rate, Chen Ge stood still for a while and then stepped aside.

“Bang!”

The cabinet door was knocked open, and a "male ghost" wearing a hospital gown and with artificial plasma all over his face rushed out, rolling and crawling.

He was gasping for breath, holding his chest, sitting in the middle of the corridor, looking terrified.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a tourist." Chen Ge said to the microphone naturally, then picked up the phone and turned off the alarm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Cold sweat and uncoagulated artificial plasma mixed together, the male ghost looked at Chen Ge with a look of despair, his expression as aggrieved as it could be.

"How did you fall just now? Did you get hurt?" Chen Ge turned his head and took a look inside the iron cabinet. There were two special gloves under the cabinet. On the top of the gloves were model heads. The long hair of one of the heads was stepped on. "You guys are still using such horrible props? How insidious."

Chen Ge said as he tried to help the "male ghost", but the "male ghost" simply crawled back half a meter: "Don't touch me! Go away, I can get up by myself."

"Are you sure? You look so pale."

"This is makeup! Just go and have a look, don't worry about me!" The male ghost stubbornly climbed back into the iron cabinet and closed the door.

"Then you better be careful." Chen Ge changed the alarm tone. This song was indeed too exciting in certain situations.

Something hit the back of his head. Chen Ge looked back and saw the "female corpse" still swaying in the air.

He reached out and grabbed the "female corpse's" legs, which felt cold and stiff. A name, Xu Zhenzhen, was written on the "female corpse's" hospital gown.

"The workmanship is pretty good, but it can't be compared to the dolls in my haunted house."

After making a few casual comments, Chen Ge continued to move forward. Before he had walked far, the "female corpse" in the middle of the corridor began to shake again.

Only after turning the corner did I enter the Tianfeng Hospital. On the white walls were dried blood stains and many words were written such as "I don't want to die" and "Give me back one of my organs".

"The background story of this haunted house is a bit confusing. It should be necessary for tourists to enter and explore it by themselves, and find various clues to restore the main storyline."

Chen Ge walked along the hospital corridor. The windows on both sides were painted, but combined with the light and shadow effects, it felt as if something was running past the windows from time to time.

The person who designed this haunted house was no pushover. The windows on both sides were real and fake. When Chen Ge walked to the fourth window, a hand suddenly stretched out from inside and grabbed him.

What’s even more outrageous is yet to come, there is also a hidden mechanism in the ceiling above.

The moment his body was grabbed, the head hidden in the ceiling fell down and landed right in Chen Ge's arms.

If someone else had come in, they would have probably started yelling, but Chen Ge was calmer than ever before. He held up the head with one hand, and for a moment he felt nostalgic: "When I was four or five years old, I used to run around with these things. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Over at the window, the haunted house actor holding Chen Ge felt a little guilty after hearing what he said.

Four or five years old running around holding a human head? What kind of family background is this?

The man silently let go and shrank back into the window.

The light in the haunted house became dimmer and dimmer, with a green light installed every few meters. The corridor became narrower, and various departments began to appear on both sides.

"Anatomy room? So heavy right at the start?" Chen Ge stopped at the door of the first department and looked around. This was a habit he had formed after completing trial tasks many times. Before entering an unknown place, he would first determine the surrounding environment.

Turning his head to look back at the way he came, he saw the security guard at the corner iron cabinet. He had followed him over at some point. He was wearing a ghost mask and had just helped the male ghost out of the cabinet.

"It seems that the normal tour process should be carried out under the pursuit of ghosts. This will create a more atmospheric and exciting atmosphere."

The male ghost in the iron cabinet was so scared that he was paralyzed and was clinging to him. The security ghost was also very embarrassed, and the good horror atmosphere was ruined.

"If there were only two people, it wouldn't be a big deal, but why do I feel like there's a third person following behind us?" Chen Ge was cautious and stepped into the autopsy room.

Tables and chairs were piled up all around, and mannequins were splashed with artificial blood plasma and thrown inside the house. The scene was somewhat bloody.

"This kind of scene is only popular in Japanese and European and American haunted houses." Chen Ge pursues horror and thrill, and blood is only the most brutal way of expression.

Chen Ge glanced across the dissection room, and was somewhat surprised to find that there were no hidden actors in the room, only broken puppet models.

He picked up a few models at random and took a look. Each model was definitely missing an organ. What was even more interesting was that the same name, Xu Zhenzhen, was written on the hospital gowns of all the models.

"Is this a special request from the owner of the haunted house?" Chen Ge recalled the video he had watched at the security booth. This name was not mentioned in it.

"Xu Zhenzhen? Could it be that the erratic woman in the last surveillance video is her?"

Throwing away the model, Chen Ge walked out of the autopsy room. The security ghost and the male ghost were nowhere to be seen, and seemed to have left the haunted house.