"Boss, we've come this far, why do we go back to find him?" Xiao Du felt reluctant. Han Qiumin usually spoke harshly, and Du Chaojin already had some aversion to him.

"If we don't go find him, given his personality, something might happen to him." Guo Miao's face was gloomy, almost dripping with water: "Maybe he has already had an accident, no! We have to go back now!"

"I agree with what the boss said." Unexpectedly, Song An didn't care about personal grudges at this time and was willing to look for Han Qiu Ming: "The most taboo in playing in a haunted house is to disperse. It's best for everyone to stay together."

Xiao Du hesitated and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll go back with you to find him."

The most innocent person among them was Su Luoluo. She knew nothing and had no idea what these Tian Teng Hospital staff were talking about. She just ran around with a nervous look on her face.

"Let's search more carefully and check every ward." Under the leadership of Guo Miao, several people walked back into the depths of the haunted house and checked each ward one by one.

…

Han Qiumin and Ye Xiaoxin entered the dean's office. There were two compartments inside and outside, with tables, chairs and benches.

"The drawers are empty, and there are no books on the bookshelf. It's impossible to judge the personality of the haunted house owner based on his preferences. But it's okay. The absence of books on the bookshelf can reduce our search time. Many haunted houses like to hide codes and clues in books." Han Qiumin was talking to Ye Xiaoxin, but it felt more like he was talking to himself.

Ye Xiaoxin avoided Han Qiumin and went straight into the inner room. She looked at the widened wardrobe.

"Let me do it. This wardrobe is obviously specially made. There is a 90% chance that there are haunted house actors or other scary things hidden inside." Han Qiumin walked forward and opened the door.

The cupboard was empty, there was nothing in it.

He smiled awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that the 10% situation has occurred. It is probably that the actors in the haunted house have not had time to come back after scaring Lao Guo and others."

Ye Xiaoxin completely lost interest in talking to him and tapped the inner wall of the closet gently: "There must be a reason for a special closet in a special room."

When Ye's careful fingers tapped on the partition between the closet and the wall, the sound changed and it was obvious that there was nothing behind it.

The two worked together to open the partition, and a secret passage appeared.

"Internal passage for Haunted Mansion employees?"

"Probably not."

There was no light in the secret passage, so Ye carefully took out her cell phone to illuminate it. After she and Han Qiumin entered the secret passage, the door of the dean's office slowly closed as if pushed by an invisible force.

The secret passage was so narrow that it was difficult to even turn around, but fortunately it was only a few meters long.

At the end of the depressing and narrow secret passage was an iron door. Ye carefully opened the door and saw a wooden board in front of her. She pushed it open with force and the scene in front of her changed. This was a ward she had never been to before.

"The dean's office and the ward are connected? What does this arrangement mean?" The real scene of the third ward made Ye Xiaoxin completely immersed in it.

"Did the director treat the patients in this ward as his own private property?" Han Qiu Ming thought of an explanation: "I heard that some private mental hospitals had poor management a few years ago and similar chaos existed."

"It's possible." Ye Xiaoxin and Han Qiumin entered the house and began to search the room.

The furnishings in the ward were very simple, with a hospital bed, a chamber pot, and a wooden chair with smoothed edges. There seemed to be nothing special.

"Let's go out and take a look." Han Qiumin opened the door of the ward, and a strange smell rushed into his nose, like the smell of medicine and blood mixed together.

He took a small step back and craned his neck to look out into the corridor.

The walls were cracked, and the blood contained in them seemed to be flowing, giving people a very strange feeling, as if the building itself was alive and its blood vessels were hidden in the walls.

"It seems we have never been to this corridor before."

The scene structure is almost the same, but the feeling it gives people is completely different. The third ward uses the horror of the scene cycle to the extreme. They don’t know what they will encounter if they continue to go down, and they don’t know how many corridors are waiting for them behind.

The bedding on the ground was badly damaged, and the dummies made of pillows and sheets had their heads exposed, with strange expressions on their faces. No matter which direction you stood, it seemed as if you were being watched.

Han Qiu Ming felt a little bit of retreat in his heart. He and Ye Xiaoxin came from the secret passage. He didn't know how far this corridor was from the other corridors, nor did he know how many scary things were hidden in them.

He took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it towards one side of the corridor. At the end of the dark and gloomy corridor was not an exit, but a corner leading to the unknown.

"Don't block the way." Ye Xiaoxin walked out of the ward. Her legs exposed outside felt a little cold. The atmosphere of this corridor was completely different from the previous ones.

"Let's look for it. The recorder should be hidden in a room along this corridor." Ye carefully entered the ward next door to check, while Han Qiumin still stood there.

His hands holding the door were covered in sweat, and he turned his head to glance at the door beside him.

The upper part of the ward door was normal, marked with Ward No. 3, but the lower part of the wooden door was a bit scary. It was completely painted red, sticky and bright. What was even stranger was that the red color seemed to have life and was slowly growing on the door.

"Ward 3? The ward numbers on this corridor are different from those on other corridors, right?"

Han Qiumin and Ye Xiaoxin searched three wards one after another. When they reached the end of the corridor, they found a room without a number or any signs.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The room was not big and was completely enclosed. The walls were covered with sound-proof cotton, and a restraint bed was fixed against the wall. At the head of the bed were some messy and dilapidated equipment.

"It looks a bit like an electric shock therapy room. I've seen it in many movies about mental hospitals." Han Qiumin looked under the bed, then walked to the middle of the pile of old equipment. He took a quick look and suddenly laughed out loud: "Found it!"

Han Qiumin pushed the electric shock device aside and took out a tape recorder from it.

"I thought this haunted house was so difficult." He tried his best to act like it was nothing special, but the excitement on his face betrayed him.

In comparison, Ye Xiaoxin was much calmer. She looked at the recorder and frowned for the first time since entering the haunted house: "Did you hear any sound?"

"Sound?" Han Qiu Ming didn't know what Ye Xiaoxin was talking about. "Never mind, let's leave quickly. There is a time limit for clearing the level. I want to clear it perfectly today and leave Chen speechless."

"Did you really not hear it?" Ye pointed carefully at the recorder in Han Qiuming's hand: "The tape inside is spinning, and the indicator light is on. This recorder has been working all the time."