His eyes bulged outwards, almost bursting his eye sockets, and the yellow-haired man sat on the ground feeling like he was about to suffocate!

"Have you seen my hands?"

Bai Qiulin was looking down from above, but his neck suddenly broke and his head fell off.

"Where are my hands?"

…

Zhang Lan and a few others who were heading in the direction Huangmao left suddenly heard Huang Xing's screams coming from the corner of the street.

The sound was enough to pierce the eardrums. It was hard to imagine what had happened to make a man make such a sharp sound.

"Oh no!" Zhang Lan's face changed when she heard Huang Mao's voice. She said to Lao Zhou and Duan Yue beside her: "Huang Xing is in trouble! There is something wrong with Bai Qiulin!"

"It's normal to be scared and scream in a haunted house. It's not necessarily Bai Qiulin who is causing trouble." Old Zhou replied casually.

"If the scene props scared people and made them lose control of their emotions, they would keep shouting. It is impossible for them to just shout once and then nothing else happens." Zhang Lan analyzed as she walked in front.

"Oh, I see." Old Zhou secretly remembered what Zhang Lan said: "So you say that Bai Qiulin is really a psychopath?"

"Not necessarily." Zhang Lan's face was solemn: "In fact, there is one thing I have never dared to tell you."

She stopped and looked at Lao Zhou and Duan Yue: "Some people on the Internet said that this haunted house is actually haunted."

"Is it really haunted? Do you suspect Bai Qiulin is a ghost?" Lao Zhou and Duan Yue stopped at the same time: "That's impossible. What era is this? Are there still people who believe in this?"

"I also think it's impossible. When people are frightened beyond their limit, in addition to fainting, some people will also have hallucinations." Duan Yue said, but it was obvious that she was very scared now. She held Lao Zhou tightly with her hands and looked a little panicked.

"In short, this haunted house is very scary. The owner is well versed in psychology. Even if there are no ghosts, he can bring out the ghosts in the tourists' hearts." Zhang Lan slowed down and walked with Lao Zhou and Duan Yue.

The three of them walked around the corner and saw the wedding sedan at the end of the street with the curtains still open.

"Huang Xing and Bai Qiulin have been here." Zhang Lan didn't dare to enter the old house next door to check alone. In order to give herself courage, she brought Lao Zhou and Duan Yue with her.

Pushing open the door of the house, the three of them just happened to see Bai Qiulin coming out of the main hall.

"Stand there!" Zhang Lan screamed and questioned Bai Qiulin: "Where is Huang Xing? Aren't you two together?"

"If you ask me, who should I ask? We separated not far away from each other, and I only ran over to check when I heard him screaming." Bai Qiulin put one hand in his pocket, with a cold face and a little impatient.

"So what did you find?" Zhang Lan was very cautious and did not get close to Bai Qiulin.

"I've searched the room inside and out, but I didn't see him." Bai Qiulin said, and walked towards Zhang Lan and the others.

"Don't come over!" Zhang Lan shouted again.

"Xiao Lan, we are all tourists here, so don't offend anyone." Lao Zhou advised.

"You don't know. I've read the reviews. The owner of this haunted house once asked his employees to disguise themselves as tourists and go in to 'play with us'! It's absolutely insane!" Zhang Lan pointed at Bai Qiulin: "There must be something wrong with this person in front of me! You have to believe me, the most deadly threats often come from those around us!"

"You suspect I'm an employee of the haunted house?" Bai Qiulin laughed, "Did the door squeeze your brain?"

"If you're not, why do you keep your left hand in your pocket? Are you wearing makeup, or holding a remote control to control the scene?" Zhang Lan felt that she had two other tourists with her, so she was fearless: "Just stretch out your hand and let me see. If there's nothing, then I'll take back what I said just now."

Bai Qiulin narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm sure! You must not be an ordinary tourist!" Zhang Lan's voice was very certain.

"Okay, as you wish." Bai Qiulin stretched out his left hand, with only an empty sleeve there: "Can't disabled people come to visit the haunted house? Must you expose the scars in my heart again and again? Are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Lan stood there in a daze. She really didn't expect that there was really nothing at the front end of Bai Qiulin's left arm.

"Xiao Lan, you've gone too far." Old Zhou came out to smooth things over, smiling apologetically at Bai Qiulin: "This girl has no ill intentions. In fact, I understand you. I've had similar hardships in the past."

"This is a misunderstanding." Duan Yue persuaded Zhang Lan: "Don't be suspicious all the time. I've heard people say before that the worst thing to do in a haunted house is to scare yourself."

"No, I still think there's something wrong with him. You two come with me, let's go in and search. I suspect he's lying."

At Zhang Lan's initiative, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue followed her into the main hall.

The scattered paper money was blown by the wind, and the Chinese characters for "囍" on the wall looked like gaping mouths after looking at them for a long time.

"He's not in this room." Zhang Lan entered the bedroom again: "The mattress has been lifted up. Someone has been in this room before. That Bai Qiulin is lying! Old Zhou, go outside and watch him. Don't let him out of your sight."

"Okay." Lao Zhou agreed immediately, and he and Duan Yue walked out of the room.

"We need to inform Sister Mao about this." Zhang Lan took out her phone, dialed the number and put it to her ear.

She looked around and finally set her sights under the wooden bed: "The only place in the room where someone can hide is under the bed."

After the phone rang a few times, Sister Mao answered: "Xiao Lan, I was just trying to find you. What happened to Huang Xing? We all heard him screaming over here. Did something happen?"

Zhang Lan squatted beside the bed and said in a hurried voice: "There's something wrong with that Bai Qiulin! Do you still remember the mental patient we met in a haunted house abroad last time? I suspect that if Bai Qiulin is not an actor in the haunted house, then he is a lunatic who ran in to take revenge on society!"

"Okay, I get it. Where are you now? We'll come find you right away."

"There is a sedan chair outside this old house..." When Zhang Lan said this, she tilted her head to look under the bed. In the darkness, countless red lines were intertwined together, like a spider web, and in the middle of the spider web there was a man wearing a blood-red wedding dress.

"Yellow Star?"

"What's wrong? Xiaolan, have you found Huang Xing?" Sister Mao asked on the phone. Zhang Lan was about to reply when a cold hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed and grabbed her!

"Ah!" Zhang Lan dropped her phone in fright. She wanted to pick it up, but found that there was someone next to her.

The man's spine was crooked, his neck was twisted, and his facial features were bleeding, but he gave Zhang Lan a familiar feeling.

"Bai Qiulin!"

Zhang Lan was so frightened that she almost collapsed. She didn't understand why Bai Qiulin could come in even though Lao Zhou and Duan Yue were guarding the door. At this moment, she instinctively shouted, "Lao Zhou! Come and save me!"

Broken Hand secretly hung up the phone, and when he heard Zhang Lan's voice, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue walked in.

It's just that the appearance of the two people has changed a lot. The three "people" are all squeezed in the middle of the room, bringing Zhang Lan three times the "happiness".

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."