"So simple?" Han Qiu Ming and several other staff members of Tian Teng Hospital found it incredible. The tape recorder was so large that it seemed easy to find.

"Boss Chen, you are not kidding, are you?" Ye carefully took out her notebook. She had reviewed so many haunted houses, and this was the first time she had seen a haunted house that included finding a tape recorder as an experience project.

"The tape recorder was originally taken from Tian Teng Hospital. I'll take this opportunity to return it to them." Chen Ge locked several waiver agreements in the cabinet. He never knew when they would be useful.

"Have you given up?" Han Qiumin seemed quite disappointed.

"This way please." Chen Ge ignored him and led the way. They walked through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of the Zombie Resurrection Night Scene.

"The props are from the beginning of the century. It looks like they haven't been maintained for half a month. The puppets are made like children's. All kinds of props are piled up haphazardly. There is no story or plot. Do you want to insult us with such a scene?" Han Qiumin had a sharp eye and he spotted the problem of the night when the zombies resurrected at a glance.

Not to mention the staff of Tian Teng Hospital, even Ye Xiaoxin and Su Luoluo felt that this scene had no highlights.

Han Qiu Ming commented on the various shortcomings of Zombie Resurrection Night and took a step to enter it, but was stopped by the person in charge, Guo Miao.

"Lao Guo, why are you stopping me?"

The person in charge of Tian Teng Hospital shook his head. His heart was beating fast, and he felt something was wrong: "The atmosphere in this place is very strange."

"What's so strange?"

"I can't explain it. It's just different from an ordinary room. It has a special feeling." The person in charge took a breath and said, "I had a similar feeling when I went to the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen had the accident for a field trip. I was very nervous in the broad daylight. In the end, I only saw one-fifth of the room and then ran out."

"Don't scare yourself." Han Qiumin shook off the person in charge's hand and entered the night of zombie resurrection.

"I stopped using this scene a long time ago. For some reason, I kept it and didn't change it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiumin and thought of Fei Youliang for some reason. Perhaps after Teacher Han's visit, Fei Youliang would not feel lonely in the hospital.

Lifting the wooden board, a gust of cold air rushed to the ground. Chen Ge glanced at the tourists and pointed to the dark staircase: "The third ward you want to visit is underground."

"underground?"

Several tourists gathered around and looked at the stairs that led to nowhere, and an inexplicable emotion began to grow in their hearts.

There were unfinished test papers on the burnt stairs, and a faint strange smell was floating in the air. It was not pungent, but it could easily make people have bad associations.

"On the left is Muyang Middle School, and on the right is the third ward. The two scenes are connected, so don't go the wrong way." Chen Ge gave a few final instructions: "These two scenes cover a very large area, so it's best if you don't disperse."

After giving the instructions, Chen Ge took out his phone and said, "Find the recorder within 20 minutes, take it out, and the game is over."

Several tourists did not move. In the end, no one knew who pushed Han Qiumin from behind, and the haunted house designer wearing high-power myopic glasses stood up.

"Don't waste time."

At Chen Ge's urging, several tourists stepped onto the stairs and entered the underground scene.

After the last person entered, Chen Ge picked up the wooden board next to him and waved at them: "Have fun."

The board closed, and Chen Ge returned to the main control room. He was at a loss when choosing the background music for the haunted house.

When entertaining ordinary tourists on weekdays, he rarely uses the two background music "Black Friday" and "The Wedding Dress", and only occasionally inserts them into the music as easter eggs.

"Han Qiuming is the designer of the haunted house. He can see all the shortcomings of Zombie Resurrection Night at a glance. This man is really capable. The other staff members of Tian Teng Hospital have long been accustomed to the atmosphere of the haunted house. The general scares can't scare them at all. Ye Xiaoxin is a professional haunted house evaluator, so he is naturally very brave. Only Su Luoluo is an innocent person who was tricked into coming here by the person in charge."

Chen Ge thought about it and realized that the tourists were all professionals, and releasing the water at this time would be disrespectful to them.

Clicking the mouse, Chen Ge hesitated between two background musics: "Which one is more suitable? Forget it, only children would make choices. We are all adults, there is no need to worry about it."

He added both songs to the playlist, then walked to the dressing room, put on his skull-crushing doctor uniform, and put on some makeup.

"They probably didn't expect that the face under the human skin mask would be even more terrifying, right?"

After everything was packed up, the skull-crushing doctor Chen Ge entered the third ward scene holding the faceless nurse uniform.

…

The wooden board above my head slowly closed, seeming to isolate me along with the warmth and hope.

The youngest, Du Chaojin, shuddered. He hadn't been in the scene for more than ten seconds when he began to regret that he should not have agreed to the person in charge on impulse yesterday.

"I should learn from Sister Qin and Brother Lin. I'm still too young."

A cold wind blew gently from nowhere, and the blank test papers in the corridor on the left fluttered on the ground, making a rustling sound. There were faint shadows swaying in the classrooms on both sides, as if something had noticed them.

The light was dim, and several tourists stood there for a minute. Finally, the person in charge, Guo Miao, stepped forward and said, "Teacher Han, you are the most experienced here. We are relying on you today."

Han Qiumin pushed up his glasses and observed the haunted house carefully after entering it. Judging from the atmosphere and the degree of scene restoration alone, the West Suburb Horror House was better than most of the haunted houses he had seen before.

"No wonder it dares to claim to be the scariest haunted house in Jiujiang online. It's quite interesting."

They stood in the corridor and looked into the distance. At the end of the left passage, there were many dummies standing or lying in strange postures.

After staring at the dummies for a while, several tourists had a creepy feeling, as if the dummies were also looking at them.

"Boss, did the head of the puppet on the ground just now move?" Song An grabbed Guo Miao's forearm.

"No." Guo Miao's face was not very good: "But I felt that the female student doll in the middle smiled at me."

"I think I saw it too. Did she take a step towards me? Why do I feel like she's getting closer?"

"It must be an illusion..."

"Are you two done yet?" Han Qiuming walked in front alone. "The more horrible the scene on the left is, the better it is for us. You should thank me."

"What should I thank you for?" Xiao Du was hiding at the back, considering whether to escape.

"That Boss Chen must have bad intentions! The scene on the left should be the main scene of his haunted house, which is also the most terrifying. Fortunately, I saw through his thoughts in advance." Han Qiuming walked to the right passage, which was the door of a hospital ward. He grabbed the door handle with both hands: "If it weren't for me, you would have to go to the left to visit now."

"That makes sense." Xiao Du agreed.

Song An also nodded: "The scene on the left is very creepy at first glance, luckily I chose the scene on the right, Teacher Han did a good job."

They all walked to the right aisle, but the person in charge, Guo Miao, was uneasy: "Boss Chen left a good impression on me. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would lie."

"We'll know if he's lying if we open the door."

Several people stood in the middle of the right aisle, and Han Qiumin used both hands to pull open the door of the third ward.

The rust fell off, the iron door made a piercing sound, the strong smell of medicine assaulted the senses, hysterical scratches and bloody words remained on the mottled walls, and faint screams were heard from the open ward.

What is even more shocking is that on this endless black corridor, there are countless dummies wrapped in bedding, like raised grave mounds.

"this……"

Their hands and feet were numb, and the people outside the door felt as if their bodies were frozen. Their hands and feet were numb, and a chill ran down their spine to the top of their heads.