After adopting paranoid gods

The middle-aged man ignored Ji Tang and closed the door directly.

The completely closed room was plunged into darkness where you can't see your fingers.According to the accepted rules of the event, the frightened staff cannot carry any tools, but only a small flashlight for lighting.Moreover, the staff had to lock the door and could not leave until two hours later.

You know, this room is full of cameras and tape recorders, which will be played outside in real time for the audience to see.

The expression of the middle-aged man remained unchanged. He didn't even bother to turn on the flashlight, and walked straight into the darkness.Together with him challenge the four partners who are wanted to be scared, and wait for him at the corner of the room.

As soon as they saw the middle-aged man, they greeted, "Forensic Zhou, are you finally here?"

The middle-aged man is a forensic doctor. He is tall and strong. His surname is Zhou. Everyone is used to calling him forensic doctor Zhou.

One of the tall and thin men in the uniform of the funeral parlor asked suspiciously: "When you came in, someone at the door seemed to say that props were left inside? Is it the boy named Ji Tang who signed up? Why did you just come in without paying attention to him?" ?”

Doctor Zhou frowned, and said impatiently: "He only asked someone to put one prop in this room, and just now he said that he dropped two more props in it and wanted to get them back. I don't want to talk to him. There are only three props in the room, not even a ghost to act as a person. I wonder if he is fooling us?? Or think we are easy to bully?"

"Pfft." The tall and thin man couldn't help laughing: "If he doesn't care, he won't care. We're still happy. Let's walk around here for two hours, and when the door is unlocked, we can go out."

He glanced at the camera above his head: "There are many cameras here. I don't know how Ji Tang will feel when he sees us going in and out with a blank face. Maybe he regrets not setting up more props or actors."

"That's right, and there are so many spectators outside, seeing that we are not frightened at all, it will definitely give our event another wave of popularity..."

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This room is full of Japanese style, with wooden floors and a long corridor leading to the rest of the rooms.

They chatted and flashlighted as they tried to walk through the long hallway.

The floor was old, so many people stepped on it, making a strange creaking sound.

A young man with red hair asked doubtfully, "Is this corridor so long today?"

He is one of the staff responsible for intimidating players, the producer of the well-known horror game "Graveyard", and everyone likes to call him Red Hair directly.

Zhou Forensic Doctor: "Maybe we walked slowly, let's go faster, or the audience outside will think that we are scared and it will be bad."

"Row."

They have walked through this room countless times, and this time there is no terrorist equipment in the room. To them, staying here for two hours is no different from resting here for two hours.

Red Mao quickened his pace, but found that the end of the corridor was still out of sight, and he even heard the wind chimes hanging at the door ringing.

This shows that they are not very far from the door they just came in.

Hongmao frowned, but then he thought of a bad fact. He turned his head and asked Dr. Zhou: "Is the door unlocked? Why does the wind chime ring? The wind chime will only ring when it senses someone coming in."

Dr. Zhou said impatiently: "What are you talking about? I really locked the door, and it won't open until two hours after the time... No, there is really a wind chime!"

"Did we hear it wrong? Listen carefully!"

Dr. Zhou closed his eyes and pondered the sound of the wind chime. After a long while, he opened his eyes and said doubtfully, "This is not the sound that a wind chime can make! It's a bit like... a violin!"

"violin?"

"Should we go to the door and see?"

Doctor Zhou stopped them: "Don't go. The cameras are recording our behavior. Once we go, it shows that we are afraid. Let's keep going, maybe it's just the sound from the square outside."

The tall and thin man nodded: "Yes."

After ignoring the sound of the violin that was getting closer, they continued to walk towards the end of the corridor. After walking hard for a long time, they finally reached the end.

At the end of the corridor is the living room.

This is their first hurdle.

The former tourists liked to scare all kinds of hands and feet in Nuo Da's living room, such as hiding a person behind the door.

But now, they don't have to worry at all.

Hongmao pushed open the door and walked towards the living room.

The furnishings in the living room are the same as those of ordinary people, with tea tables and sofas, and the atmosphere is very quiet.

Dr. Zhou thought of something, walked into the coffee table, and frowned suddenly: "Where is the small projector I put here?"

"projector?"

"It's the prop that Ji Tang arranged here... He asked me to find a place to put it, and I put it on the coffee table in the living room. Why is it gone now?" Dr. Zhou scratched his head before he noticed anything.

The tall and thin man chuckled: "You're suffering from amnesia again. You must have misplaced it and forgot it yourself. The projector won't run away. At worst, look for it after you go out."

As he said, he patted his thigh: "I'm exhausted after walking the corridor for so long."

He leaned on the armrest of the sofa and sat down, but before he could sit down, he jumped up: "Why is there something here?! It almost stabbed my ass."

The rest of the people took a flashlight and saw that there was something new on the sofa.

Violin case.

Doctor Zhou quickly realized: "Is this one of the props that Ji Tang said was left here?"

"puff."

Hongmao couldn't help laughing out loud: "I thought it was a bloody horror prop, but it turned out to be a violin case!" He still had the idea that something scary would pop up when he opened the box, but he didn't expect to see something What a violin.

"That Ji Tang was so much fun. It's fine to arrange a projector here, why is there a violin? Do you want us to play the violin?"

"Curious what the third prop he landed on here is."

"I will rest for a while."

The tall and thin man chose another sofa without a violin case to sit down on. The moment he sat down, there was a sudden chill behind his back, as if someone was blowing towards the back of his neck. Whenever the group of people discussed Ji Tang, the louder , the colder the nape of his neck.

He could only stand up and tremblingly said: "Don't mention Ji Tang, I think this living room is weird. I didn't even feel this way when I put makeup on the corpse in the funeral home."

Dr. Zhou reminded him: "Don't say such things, if people outside look at the camera and think we are afraid, it won't be good. If you are tired, let's go to the bedroom next to the living room to rest. I remember there is a bed there."

Everyone else agreed unanimously: "OK."

It is better to find a place to sleep for two hours instead of walking here for two hours.

When they left, the tall and thin man followed behind. He couldn't help but glance back and found that the violin on the sofa was gone.

He rubbed his eyes, and felt that there was a tall person standing beside the sofa, but he was not sure, and his companion was urging him, so he could only turn around and leave.

The bedroom next to the living room is small but big enough to accommodate five people.

The bedroom is also Japanese-style, with tatami mats and sliding doors, and a small bed in the corner.

The tall and thin man immediately lay down and sighed softly: "I'm exhausted from walking. Call me when the time is up."

Red Mao collected everyone's flashlights, bundled them into a bundle and put them in his hands, and said with a smile: "Let me ease the atmosphere for everyone, and have a joyful light party."

This is their usual method. In order to show that they are not afraid, they will play some fun games in the house, and even play pranks on actors who play ghosts.These will be captured by the camera and watched in real time by the audience outside.

He took a stool, stood on it, and hung the five flashlights in his hand from the ceiling.

The narrow room was instantly illuminated.

Red Mao lightly touched the bundle of flashlights, the light flickered quickly, and the pale light circle swept across every corner of the room, like colorful projection lights in a nightclub.

He glanced at the camera in the corner and raised the corners of his lips.

The person named Ji Tang must have seen his behavior without any panic.

After the red hair finished playing, he took off the flashlight and prepared to return it to his teammates.

But when he was handing out the flashlights, something was wrong: "Why is there one missing flashlight?"

wrong--

It was one more person among them.

A flash of panic flashed across Hongmao's expression, he quickly raised his head, and found a boy in a blood-stained school uniform standing in a corner that was not illuminated by the flashlight.

The young man's body was covered with red blood, as if it had been divided into many pieces.