"You go first. I heard that this haunted house adopts a fear classification system. It is rare to enter the most difficult scene. I want to take a closer look." Ye Xiaoxin stood in the dean's office and did not come out.

The noise coming from the recorder became louder and louder, and other sounds could be heard faintly amid the sound of the electric current.

It sounded like someone was breathing, or crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time and saw that there were only two minutes left. He did not force it: "Okay, then you should be careful."

After saying that, he picked up the tape recorder and ran outside alone.

Looking at Han Qiumin's hurriedly running back, Ye Xiaoxin's calmness was broken, and his beautiful eyes slowly widened.

"Why does it look like there's someone crawling on his back?"

She is a staunch atheist, and that is why she can enter various haunted houses to conduct evaluations without scruples. She firmly believes in her heart that all of this is fake.

But just now, she saw something that could not be explained by her previous experience.

"Who is that person lying on his back? That should be a person, right?"

…

Han Qiuming ran as fast as he could with the recorder in his hand: "Two minutes left!"

His body was getting colder and colder, and Han Qiumin didn't know what was wrong. The chill came from his back, penetrated into his body, and went towards his heart.

"pain……"

A voice came from my ear, vague and it was like a woman lying on my shoulder.

"Who!" Han Qiumin turned his head suddenly and looked behind him, but there was nothing above his shoulder.

"Did I hear wrongly?"

He quickened his pace, and now there was only one thought in his mind, to get out of here quickly.

"I've already got what I want. I'll win when I get out. I can make back the reputation that Tian Teng Hospital lost!"

Han Qiumin didn't care, he increased his speed and ran forward madly.

“It hurts…”

The voice came closer, from the shoulder to the ear, as if it was going to drill into the ear canal.

“It hurts!”

"Ah!" Han Qiu Ming waved his hands fiercely at the air: "Get out! What the hell is that!"

No one around responded to him. In the dark corridor, there was only his own echo and the rustling sound of electricity.

"Is it this tape recorder that's causing trouble?" Apart from himself, the only thing that could make any sound was the tape recorder. Han Qiu Ming held it in front of his eyes. The tape was turning and the indicator light had turned from green to red at some point.

"Is that it?"

Han Qiumin racked his brains but could not figure out the principle behind this. Time was running out, so he gritted his teeth and continued running forward with the tape recorder in hand.

"There must be something wrong with the tape recorder, but it is the key to successfully passing the level! I finally found it, how could I just throw it away? Wouldn't that be a waste of all my hard work!"

Han Qiuming cursed Chen Ge in his heart: "Shameless! So despicable!"

Now, as long as you run out with the recorder, you will pass the level, but this is also the most difficult part. You will feel reluctant to throw away the recorder, but if you don't throw it away, you will have to face the horror it brings.

There is no way, this is an almost unsolvable scene level for ordinary people!

"Let's fight!" Han Qiumin gritted his teeth. In order to pass Chen Ge's haunted house, he really risked his life.

As I ran wildly, my shoulders felt heavier and heavier, and it seemed as if something was pressing on my back, and the cold feeling penetrated into my bones.

“It hurts…”

The voice behind me gradually became clearer, changing from a vague male voice to a female voice.

It sounds more mature, with a hint of helplessness and despair.

"Wait a moment!"

When this voice sounded, Han Qiuming's hair stood up: "Where have I heard this voice before?"

He was almost stunned. He was in a haunted house with no connections and in such a critical situation, but he heard an extremely familiar voice.

"Where did you hear it?"

Cold sweat slid down his forehead. He knew very few female friends, and even fewer who were of his age.

"No, I must have heard it somewhere."

Memories from deep within his mind emerged, and Han Qiu Ming suddenly remembered a night half a year ago.

He was modifying the design plan of Tian Teng Hospital. In order to increase the appeal of the haunted house, he ignored the opposition of others and resolutely included the bizarre deaths of Xu Zhenzhen and her daughter as a gimmick in the production of the haunted house.

In order to design a hidden plot and make the female ghost Xu Zhenzhen appear more realistic, he searched for a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

This woman used to work in her father's hospital, but was later fired because of a medical dispute. The patient was making a big fuss at the time, and there was even a video leaked online.

The patient's family members ran to the hospital to make trouble and accused Xu Zhenzhen. Xu Zhenzhen, who was wearing a white coat, was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.

She tried to explain herself in a low voice, but no one listened to her seriously. Then the situation got out of control and she was pushed to the ground and someone stepped on her finger.

“It hurts…”

"Yes! That's the sound!"

Han Qiumin's scalp was about to explode. He heard the voice of a dead person in the haunted house!

He threw the recorder on the ground. Even if Han Qiumin had ten more courage, he would not be willing to get close to the recorder again.

"Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice get into the recorder? Was it made by Chen on purpose? Impossible! He didn't even know we were going to Ward 3 at first. He only changed the scene temporarily because of my suggestion." Han Qiu Ming really wanted to slap himself hard: "I'm such a bad mouth!"

"The recorder originally belonged to Tian Teng Hospital. Could it be that the Xu Zhenzhen I made up has become a real ghost?" His body temperature was dropping, his skin was very cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier. "Let's run out first. This place is too weird."

Han Qiumin ran forward, but after only a few steps he began to pant for breath due to fatigue. The bedding was very soft and he couldn't exert any strength when stepping on it, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

"What's going on? It's like you're carrying something?" Han Qiu Ming looked behind him and saw the tape recorder that he had thrown in the corner. It fell on the bedding and so there was no damage. It was still working.

The tape was spinning in the recorder, like a strange smiling face, or a whirlpool that would sink you deeper if you stared at it.

"I have to get out."

The recorder was far away, but the rustling sound of the electricity was still ringing in my ears.

“It hurts, it hurts…”

The woman's voice continued to torture Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually became ferocious: "Stop making noise! ​​I told you to stop making noise!"

He punched the air and turned in circles, trying to find where the sound came from. He always felt that there was a woman's face talking to him from behind him.

"roll!"

He took out his cell phone, turned on the bright light, pointed it behind him and turned on the camera function. When he turned the lens, a familiar face appeared, one that he had seen countless times in newspapers and hospital documents.

"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"

The phone fell and Han Qiumin ran to the end of the corridor for his life. His body was getting colder and colder, and that voice followed him like a shadow.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

After turning the corner, Han Qiumin returned to where the puppets were lying. He didn't notice any changes in the puppets and rushed forward frantically.

But he didn't know what happened. He clearly looked at the road carefully, but his calf was still tripped by something, and he fell heavily among a pile of dolls, and the high-powered myopic glasses on his face flew off!

"My glasses!"

Han Qiumin was lying on the ground, everything around him was blurry, with hands, feet and human heads everywhere.

He crawled towards the direction where his glasses were, but the glasses were moving between the puppets, getting farther and farther away from him.

What was worse was that in the blur and darkness, countless heads and body parts were approaching him.

"What is that?! Don't come over here! Help! Help!"