"Teacher Han, are you sure the right side is not as scary as the left side?"

Xiao Du held the door handle. He now missed Tian Teng Hospital and the iron cabinet that gave him a sense of security.

"Why are you panicking? Mr. Chen himself said that the third ward hasn't been decorated yet. What's there to be afraid of with an incomplete scene?" Han Qiuming sobered up from his initial shock. He grabbed the arm of the person in charge, Guo Miao, and said, "Old Guo, the two of us will take the lead."

"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao waved his hand: "Didn't you say you would walk ahead alone?"

"I was afraid that you wouldn't dare to come in, and would run away in the middle of the tour." Han Qiu Ming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but because the light in the haunted house was very dim, no one saw it: "Then I will lead the way, and you guys follow closely and don't fall behind."

Han Qiumin pushed the dilapidated iron door open completely, the rust fell off, and several people entered the third ward.

There was an indescribable strange smell in the air, and pills and yellowed medical records were scattered on the ground. Han Qiumin walked in front alone, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

All kinds of crazy words were written on the wall. Those cruel words put together made people's scalp tingle when reading them. It didn't seem like something a normal person could think of.

What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that after walking a few meters, the number of blood words on the wall not only did not decrease, but increased instead.

It's so dense that not even a single sentence is repeated!

"How did Mr. Chen come up with these sentences? Is he really a lunatic?"

Squatting down, Han Qiu Ming lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing a mannequin made of pillows and sheets.

But even such a rough and playful dummy made him unable to take his eyes off it.

"Can the mannequin props in a haunted house be made like this? I've been in this industry for several years and today I've learned something new." Han Qiumin looked at the strange face on the pillow. It was obviously drawn casually, but it gave people an indescribable strange feeling.

"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward. Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw blood marks all over the door hinges from fingernails.

She stretched out her hand and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, it doesn't look like it was dug out with tools."

"If it wasn't dug out by tools, could it have been dug out by the designer's hands?" Han Qiu Ming covered the dummies on the ground with the quilts, "Be careful not to touch the things inside, be careful not to trigger the mechanism, especially the quilts on the ground. Maybe the actor is hiding under the quilts."

He was about to move forward, but the other people did not move. The woman with short hair even entered the first ward alone.

The windows were sealed, and outside the gaps between the wooden boards were thick concrete walls, exuding a sense of oppression and despair, just like a prison cell.

Ye carefully ran his fingers across the bed board and found many more digging marks on both sides of the bed: "Come and help us, let's lift up the bed board."

"There are only twenty minutes to pass the customs. Can you hurry up? Don't worry about those details." Han Qiumin stood outside alone.

Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward and helped Ye carefully lift up the bed board. The scene underneath the board was somewhat beyond their expectations.

There were black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bed, with broken nails remaining in the gaps. It was obvious how painful the person who had dug out these bloody marks had experienced.

"Artificial plasma will turn light red after coagulation. This kind of black-red bloodstain..." Song An shrank his neck and said to Ye Xiaoxin beside him, "It looks a bit like human blood."

"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye carefully tilted his head and looked at the wooden board. He bent down and put his nose to the edge of the bed board: "There is no peculiar smell."

Song An was shocked by the short-haired girl's bold move. He laughed dryly: "It could be pig blood or cow blood. Sometimes haunted houses use animal blood instead of artificial plasma in order to pursue authenticity."

"It's normal to have props with blood in a haunted house, especially in a fixed haunted house like Boss Chen's. Many props are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao should have done something like this before: "But we can't be careless. There is blood on the bed, which at least shows that something bad happened in that mental hospital before."

Ye nodded carefully and continued to ask, "How do you explain the bloody scratches on the door hinge? It's impossible that the door hinge was also removed from the mental hospital, right?"

Guo Miao was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"You can't explain it clearly?" Ye Xiaoxin took out his notebook. "I have visited many haunted houses. Most of them focus on the scares. Only this haunted house handles every detail very realistically. It seems like the owner of the haunted house suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"I also discovered something very scary." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling. The hideous and bloody words seemed to come alive and revolve around her. "The handwriting of each sentence here is different. It should not be written by the same person."

"The handwriting is different?" Guo Miao looked carefully and his face turned bad: "Really? How did Boss Chen do it?"

"Didn't he say that this haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build it, and I can make it more perfect than his." Han Qiumin walked forward a few steps alone, but felt uneasy and turned back. He leaned on the door hinge and said casually.

"Will you be able to calm down and spend five years to create a haunted house scene?" Guo Miao was a little angry. He had arranged everything before, but Han Qiu Ming messed it up. "Boss Chen must not have lied. This is the scariest scene in his haunted house. Let's hurry up and find the recorder. Don't stay here for too long."

Ever since he entered the third ward, he had been feeling very uncomfortable, and this feeling became even stronger after seeing the layout of the scene inside.

The red scratches on the door hinges, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed, the bloody words on the wall, all of these made him feel uneasy.

The memories buried deep in his heart were awakened, and Guo Miao felt as if he had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide.

"Lao Guo, I really don't know what you are afraid of. His haunted house is indeed well-detailed and looks just like the real thing, but this only shows that he imitates it better." Han Qiu Ming glanced at Ye Xiaoxin secretly and pushed his glasses up: "When I was experiencing a super large fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all their props were real things that death row prisoners had used. Compared with others, this haunted house can only be said to be okay."

"You just want to save face and suffer."

"I'm telling the truth." Han Qiu Ming waved to everyone: "There are still sixteen minutes left, everyone hurry up."

Several people entered the corridor one after another, but Xiao Du was the only one who stopped at the entrance of the third ward. He looked at the words on the ceiling above his head, his heart beating very fast.

After staring at it for a long time, those seemingly messy and irregular handwriting seemed to be mixed together, with the strokes connected to each other, forming "death" characters of different sizes.

"This place is too evil. I'll just guard the door."

He walked out of the third ward and looked towards the left corridor. When he looked up, he suddenly discovered that the puppets that were originally at the end of the left corridor appeared very close to them.

"What's going on?"

Du Chaojin took a step back. He didn't dare to stay here alone, so he quickly caught up with the other tourists.

After he left, a puppet with a school badge hanging around its neck quietly straightened its head.