"What's wrong with you?" Su Luoluo looked at Du Chaojin, whose face was pale and whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she also became nervous. 『→网.520』, provides you with wonderful novel reading.

"Don't be afraid, I'm telling you the truth." Xiao Du came close to Su Luoluo and said, "I suspect this haunted house is really haunted."

"Don't scare me on purpose." Su Luoluo is a haunted house enthusiast and has visited many haunted houses, but she has never seen a haunted house like Boss Chen's. Once you enter it, it is like a maze, completely open and free to explore.

"Teacher Han's previous inferences were all wrong. There wasn't a single staff member among the group of puppets! It wasn't the people in the haunted house who were moving them, it was the puppets themselves!" Xiao Du clenched his hands, his finger bones making crisp sounds. "Teacher Han can no longer be relied on. I need to report this to the boss and Brother Song."

"They've gone far away, run slower!"

Xiao Du was anxious and ran forward. Su Luoluo stood in the middle, not knowing whether she should chase after him or wait for Teacher Han with Ye Xiaoxin.

"The haunted house is haunted? The puppets move by themselves?" Ye carefully took out a notepad and wrote down these two points: "Even the people working in other haunted houses would be fooled. This haunted house is very special."

She gave it a high evaluation: "I haven't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time. I will have a good look today."

"Looking at the way the boy spoke, he didn't seem to be lying." Su Luoluo kindly reminded Ye Xiaoxin, "Let's walk faster too. It's safer for us to be together."

"I've always felt that haunted houses and magic are based on the same principle. They both use illusions to amaze tourists. The more realistic the illusion is, the more successful it is." Ye carefully took off her coat and tied it around her waist. She stretched, and her thrilling curves made the only audience present a little unhappy. "From this point of view, the Western Suburbs Horror House is undoubtedly a success."

"Then you stay here, I'm leaving first."

Several tourists had dispersed unknowingly, and no one noticed the red words on the wall, whose color was getting darker and darker, as if they were about to drip blood.

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"Boss, don't try to persuade me. Han Qiuming is indeed capable, but that doesn't mean we have to put up with him!" Song An felt sorry for Guo Miaoming. "It's true that he proposed the design plan, but we all worked together on the content. We were the ones who arranged the specific scenes. What does it have to do with him?"

"Okay, okay, I know what you said. Just be patient for a while. After all, he is the designer hired by the boss." Guo Miao is old and has become more open-minded about many things: "The haunted house industry is becoming increasingly sluggish. We are all trying to make a living. There is no need to make things so tense."

"But look at his smug face, and he's planning to complain to the boss? Seriously, if the boss removes you and lets him be the general manager, I'll resign immediately." Song An has a straightforward personality and doesn't have so many scheming minds.

"Don't worry, the boss won't agree." Guo Miao also sighed after he finished speaking. He was unsure. Since they were forced to move out of Xinhai, their haunted house has begun to go downhill: "Let's find the recorder first. There are fans of Tian Teng Hospital watching outside the haunted house. We can't let them down."

"good."

The two walked in front and after turning the second corner, they found that the next scene was still a corridor.

"What's the point of this haunted house? Just let us go on and on indefinitely?"

The light grew dimmer, and the walls of the corridor became darker and more mottled, as if sticky with blood.

Stepping on the uneven bedding and smelling the strange smell of potions and other things, it felt like I had entered the esophagus of a monster.

"Boss Chen must have his reasons for designing it this way. It might be to create a more realistic feeling." Guo Miao removed a small piece of wall and crushed it easily with his fingers. "On the way here, I found that the numbers on the outside of some rooms were not painted over. The numbers of all the rooms in the first corridor start with 4, the second corridor starts with 3, and this corridor starts with 2."

“The numbers are decreasing?”

"I suspect that the real prototype of the whole scene is a four-story building. Boss Chen has completely restored it, and each corridor represents a floor of the building." Guo Miao looked at the shabby and mottled walls: "Even the numbers are preserved, and they are deliberately made to look old, without missing any of the smallest details. This is no longer a simple obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Yes, I feel the same way. We build haunted houses to scare tourists. What Boss Chen has done is like carving the scene as a belief. The various details and the bloody words on the walls are simply morbid." Song An's anger gradually died down, and fear began to take root in his heart again: "We walked along the way and saw countless bloody words. We feel numb just by looking at them. It's hard to imagine how he wrote those sentences bit by bit."

"Those bloody words are of varying ages. Some were written recently, while others seem to have been written several years ago." Guo Miao's heart also began to scare him, and a picture emerged in his mind - in the dead of night, the owner of the haunted house was alone with a bucket full of red paint, his face was hideous, and the whole person was in a hysterical state, and began to write the word "cruel" on the wall.

"Before entering the haunted house, I heard from Boss Chen that this haunted house has been in business for five or six years. Is it possible that they have been creating this scene since his parents' time?"

"They spent five years to create such a scene. What do they want?" As a haunted house owner, Guo Miao knew the time and effort required to create such a scene. "When we were at the entrance of the third ward, we lifted the bed board and saw that Boss Chen had even made special effects in places that tourists would never notice. This behavior was very abnormal."

"Wait a minute, the name of the Third Sick Building seems familiar to me." Song An took out his phone and searched the Internet. The result made him look very bad: "Boss, there really is a Third Sick Building in Jiujiang! Mentally ill patients have committed crimes, including murder and imprisonment. Just a few days ago, the police issued a wanted notice for patients who had lived there!"

"Is what Boss Chen said true?" Guo Miao's pupils jumped: "Such an important thing, outside, he actually just casually mentioned it?"

"It's said on the Internet that the third ward was abandoned five years ago, and this haunted house opened five or six years ago!" Song An compared the time and found that it matched exactly.

"Oh no!" As if he suddenly thought of something, Guo Miao asked: "Check carefully to see if there is anything related to Boss Chen in the police's wanted list, similar height, weight, clothing style, etc."..

"Boss, do you suspect that Mr. Chen was a former patient in Ward 3?"

"Is it possible for a normal person to spend five or six years to restore such a hospital? Every detail is portrayed so realistically. I'm afraid only people who have lived there for a long time can do all this!" The more Guo Miao thought about it, the more horrible it became: "This Boss Chen went through Tian Teng Hospital with a heart rate below 100 the whole time. How can such a person be a normal person?!"

"How about we just stop the tour and go out directly?"

"If you leave now, you might be targeted later."

"Why?"

"The third ward scene was not open to the public, and Boss Chen also said it was not yet complete. Now that I think about it, these are probably all excuses." Guo Miao wanted to kill Han Qiu Ming: "There must be a big secret hidden here."

Song An noticed that Guo Miao looked serious, and asked in a low voice: "What secret?"

"Before I came here, I asked the administrator of the New World Park, and he mentioned unintentionally that Boss Chen's parents disappeared mysteriously half a year ago without leaving any clues." Guo Miao looked at the morbid and crazy blood words all over the corridor and felt a chill in his heart.

"Missing?" Song An's surprised expression slowly froze. He seemed to suddenly think of something and his eyes suddenly widened.