Han Qiumin only had time to let out a scream before his mouth was covered by something.

Boundless fear overwhelmed him, he could not see anything clearly, a cold feeling came from all parts of his body, and his body was being dragged in a certain direction.

With the sound of the door closing, the corridor returned to its original state.

The third ward is very large, and the corridors are far apart, but Ye Xiaoxin still heard some noises.

She hesitated for a moment and walked out of the dean's office. This carefree girl was now cautious and considered every step for a long time.

Turning the corner, there was nothing on the other side of the corridor.

"Where did that guy go? Did he fall into some trap?" Ye walked carefully towards the end of the dark corridor. When she was halfway there, she suddenly heard footsteps.

"Han Qiu Ming's footsteps were weak and light, but this person's footsteps were a little more steady, like the type who was sure of the direction and would not waver." Ye carefully hid in the ward next door and peeked through the crack of the door.

Not long after, an extremely terrifying monster appeared.

He was wearing a blood-stained red doctor's coat, his face looked as if it was stitched together, he had a murderous look on his body, and he was holding an exaggerated giant hammer in his hand.

There were blood stains in the blood trough, and the sharp corners were rubbing against the wall. The hammer was not a prop, but a real weapon.

"The actor in Ward 3?"

Twenty minutes have passed, and the actors only appear at this time?

The first time Ye Xiaoxin felt nervous after entering the haunted house was when he saw someone on Han Qiumin's back. The second time was now. The monster kept approaching, and Ye Xiaoxin's white and tender fingers couldn't help but grip the door panel.

This was an experience she had never had in any other haunted house, and she herself couldn't figure out why.

"Why should I be afraid?"

Watching the monster skillfully swinging the hammer, Ye Xiaoxin instinctively wanted to stay away: "The actors in other haunted houses are just putting on a show, but looking at this doctor, it seems like he really did something cruel with the hammer."

Ye Xiaoxin didn't sneak out until the blood-stained doctor left. She took out her notepad, wrote a few words on it, and then secretly followed the doctor.

…

In the deepest part of the third ward, Guo Miao and Song An stopped outside the doors of wards nine and ten.

"All the numbers on this corridor are different from those on other corridors. Among them, wards eight, nine, and ten are the most special because only these three wards have iron doors."

Guo Miao told the others about his discovery: "Let's focus on checking these three wards first. Everyone should stay in sight of each other. If you find anything, remember to call others over immediately and don't touch it without permission."

Several people first entered Ward No. 8. There were anti-theft nets installed on the windows, and restraints were scattered on both sides of the steel bed. The whole room gave people a very strange feeling, but at first glance, they couldn't find the reason for the strangeness.

"In this ward..." Guo Miao stared at the steel bed for a long time and said uncertainly, "It seems that everything is asymmetrical."

After he reminded them, other tourists also noticed it.

One side of the wardrobe was chipped and damaged, but the other side was intact; the left side of the bed was normal, but the right side was twisted and folded; even the floor and walls were clean on one side, but covered with dirt on the other.

"What does this ward want to express? Is the key clue to breaking the situation asymmetric?"

The patient in Ward No. 8 is Xiong Qing, a madman suffering from hemi-spatial syndrome. What seems symmetric and harmonious to normal people is distorted and ugly to him. So the world in his eyes is deformed and morbid and needs correction.

Several tourists searched for a long time but found nothing useful, and there was no secret passage or anything like that in Room 8.

They left Room 8 and entered Room 9.

Pushing open the iron door, Ward No. 9 is the cleanest room in Ward 3. There is no clutter or garbage, and there are no strange drawings on the walls.

But in an environment like that of Ward 3, the more this is the case, the more abnormal this ward feels.

Several tourists searched through boxes and drawers but found nothing useful.

"What exactly does Boss Chen want to express? Isn't the difficulty designed too high?"

The patient who had lived in Ward 9 was Wu Fei, and even Men Nan's main personality thought that this person was very dangerous.

After pushing open the last iron gate, several tourists standing outside the door smelled a pungent odor.

The hairs on your body stand on end and your scalp tenses up. This is the body's spontaneous reaction when there might be danger.

Ward No. 10, on the day when Chen Ge was doing the trial mission, he did not enter this room in reality because the iron door was locked.

"Or let's just go." Su Luoluo stood outside, covering her mouth and nose.

"The room smells bad, you and Xiao Du shouldn't come in."

Guo Miao and Song An entered Ward No. 10. The layout of this ward could only be described as insane.

There were no windows, it was a completely enclosed space, and there were no beds, cabinets or anything like that in the ward, just a few smelly quilts.

These seemed normal at first glance, but when they glanced at the wall, Guo Miao and Song An felt a little frightened.

The walls, the ground, and almost all of the rooftops were covered with bloody words of all sizes. At first glance, the words seemed to come alive, constantly jumping before one's eyes.

What’s even more frightening is that on the wall facing the door, there is a man’s face embedded in it, a thin layer, with a smile on his face.

"Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. Artificial rubber doesn't have that kind of fleshy feel."

"I know."

Guo Miao took a few steps towards the face and raised his hand to touch it to confirm. However, his hand was suspended a few centimeters away from the face and he couldn't press it down no matter what. "Forget it, I think the clue is probably not related to this face, but may be hidden in the blood words."

Guo Miao looked at the bloody words around the person's face. He was surprised to find that the bloody words in Ward No. 10 were different from those in the corridor. These sentences had the most basic logic and seemed to be telling a story.

Using his cell phone to illuminate the room, he read out the words one by one.

"My wife called me a murderer, my parents didn't want to talk to me, my neighbors pointed fingers at me, and everyone stayed away from me."

"I shouldn't be alive, but I can't find a reason to die."

"I am the murderer of the child, yes, I have never denied it."

"I shouldn't have left them home alone, and I shouldn't have left the stove on and left for work."

"Three lives, my child."

"What can I do to atone for my sins?"

"I want to cut my heart out and show it to you."

"Please stop talking. I'm really sorry. It's all my fault."

"I shouldn't have argued with you. I should have endured it silently."

"If my wife and I hadn't had an argument that night, maybe she wouldn't have driven to her parents late at night, and she wouldn't have been hurt by those people."

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault."

"I want to atone for my sins, but how can I atone for my sins now?"

"It felt like a handful of iron needles were scattered in my heart, with the needle tips standing on my heart, and it hurt every time I took a breath."

"What should I do? At least try to live."

“I moved to a completely strange place, but nothing changed.”

"It is the guilt that is torturing me. I am the murderer, a murderer who cannot be forgiven."