Chapter 227 Help! Help! (3)

"Let's go first. I heard that this haunted house adopts a system of fear classification, and it is rare to enter the most difficult scene. I want to go around again." Ye Xiaoxiao stood in the dean's office and did not come out.

The noise from the recorder became louder and louder, and other sounds were faintly added to the sound of the electric current.

It was like someone was breathing, and it was like crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time, there were only more than two minutes left, and he didn't force it: "Okay, then you pay attention to safety."

After he finished speaking, he took the tape recorder and ran outside alone.

Looking at Han Qiuming's back running in a hurry, Ye Xiaoxiao's long-standing calm was broken, and those beautiful eyes slowly widened.

"Why does it seem like a person is crawling on his back?"

She is a staunch atheist, and it is precisely because of this that she can enter various haunted houses for evaluation, and she firmly believes that all this is fake.

But just now, she saw something that she couldn't explain with her past experience.

"Who is the person lying on his back? It should be a person, right?"

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Han Qiuming ran with all his strength holding the tape recorder: "Two minutes left!"

The body was getting colder and colder, Han Qiuming didn't know where the problem was, the coolness emanated from behind, penetrated into the body, and drilled toward the heart.

"pain……"

There was a voice in my ear, if there was or not, it was as if a woman was lying on her shoulder.

"Who!" Han Qiuming turned his head sharply and looked behind him, there was nothing on his shoulders.

"Did I hear it wrong?"

He quickened his speed, and now there is only one thought in his mind, hurry up and get out of here.

"The thing is already in hand, if you go out, you will win, and the face lost by Tato Hospital will be earned back by me!"

Han Qiuming didn't care, he speeded up and ran wildly forward.

"It hurts..."

The voice came closer,

From the shoulder to the ear, as if to get into the ear hole

"It hurts!"

"Ah!" Facing the air, Han Qiuming waved his hands fiercely: "Get out! What!"

There was no answer from anyone around him, only his own echo and rustling of electricity in the dark corridor.

"Is this tape recorder doing the trick?" Aside from himself, only the tape recorder could make a sound. Han Qiuming held it in front of his eyes, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light changed from green to red at some point.

"Is that it?"

Han Qiuming racked his brains and couldn't figure out what the reason was. The time was constantly decreasing. He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward with the tape recorder in hand.

"There must be something wrong with the tape recorder, but it is the key to the success of customs clearance! It's hard to find it, how could it be thrown away? Wouldn't that be a waste of all the hard work before!"

Han Qiuming scolded Chen Ge in his heart: "Shameless! Too despicable!"

Now, as long as you run out with the tape recorder, you can clear the customs, but this is also the most tangled part. Throwing away the tape recorder is very sad. If you don't throw it away, you have to face the horror brought by the tape recorder.

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

"Fight!" Han Qiuming gritted his teeth. In order to clear Chen Ge's haunted house, he really gave his life.

Running all the way, the shoulders are getting heavier and heavier, something seems to be pressing on the back, and the cold feeling penetrates into the bone marrow.

"It hurts..."

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

It sounds more mature, and contains 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 intersection. In this crisis situation, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Where did you hear it?"

Cold sweat slid down his forehead. He knew very few female friends, let alone none of his age.

"No, I must have heard it somewhere."

Memories in the back of his mind emerged, and Han Qiuming suddenly remembered a night more than half a year ago.

He was revising the design of the Tato Hospital. In order to increase the appeal of the haunted house, he ignored the opposition of others and resolutely added the bizarre deaths of Xu Zhenzhen's father and daughter as a gimmick to the production of the haunted house.

In order to design a dark line and make Xu Zhenzhen, the female ghost, appear more real, he searched for a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

This woman used to work in her father's hospital, and was later dismissed because of a doctor-patient dispute. At that time, the patient was very violent, and there were even videos on the Internet.

The patient's family went 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 defended in a low voice, but no one listened to her carefully. Later, the scene got out of control, she was pushed to the ground, and someone stepped on her finger.

"It hurts..."

"Yes! That's the voice!"

Han Qiuming's scalp was about to explode, he heard the voice of a dead man in the haunted house!

He threw the tape recorder on the ground, and even if he gave Han Qiuming ten more courage, he would not want to approach the tape recorder any more.

"Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice run into the tape recorder? Was it specially made by the surnamed Chen? Impossible! He didn't even know at first that we were going to the third ward. The scene was temporarily changed because of my suggestion." Han Qiuming really wanted to slap himself with a big mouth: "I'm such a cheap mouth!"

"The tape recorder was originally owned by the Tato Hospital. Could it be that my fictional Xu Zhenzhen has become a real ghost?" His body temperature was dropping, his skin was cold, and his shoulders were getting heavier and heavier: "Let's go out first, it's too evil. , this place is so wicked."

Han Qiuming ran forward, but before he ran a few steps, he was tired and began to gasp for breath. The quilt was so soft that stepping on it couldn't help, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

"What's the matter? It's like he's carrying something?" Han Qiuming glanced behind him. He threw the tape recorder in the corner of the wall. Because it fell on the bedding, there was no damage, and he continued to work.

The tape swirled in the tape recorder, like an eerie smile, and like a vortex that would sink deep if you stared at it.

"I have to get out."

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

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The woman's voice kept tormenting Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually became hideous: "Don't be noisy! I told you not to be noisy!"

He beat the air and circled in place, trying to find out where the sound was coming from, he always felt a woman's face talking on his back.

"roll!"

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the bright light, and turned on the camera function behind him. As he turned the camera, a familiar face that he had read countless times in newspapers and hospital documents appeared.

"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"

The phone dropped, Han Qiuming ran to the end of the corridor desperately, his body was getting colder and colder, and the voice was like a shadow.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Turning the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the dolls lay down. He didn't notice the changes in these dolls at all, and rushed forward frantically.

But he didn't know what was going on. He clearly looked at the road carefully, but his calf was still tripped by something, and he fell heavily in the middle of a pile of dolls, and the high myopia mirror on his face also flew out!

"My glasses!"

Han Qiuming was lying on the ground, surrounded by a blur, with hands, feet and heads everywhere.

He crawled in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved between the dolls, getting further and further away from him.

To make matters worse, in the obscurity and darkness, countless heads and corpses approached him.

"What?! Don't come here! Help! Help!"