MTL - My House of Horrors-Chapter 1120 The difficulty of the game continues to soar (4000)

Looking at the black iron door that had been closed in front of him, Xiao Sun's expression was complicated. He didn't expect anything to develop like this. He just lifted the mirror casually.

"I hope the tourists won't be in trouble." Xiao Sun is now worried that the red high-heeled shoes accidentally kill the tourists: "Brother Chen doesn't know if he is in a haunted house, who should he contact for such an unexpected situation? That is Wu Jinpeng. The big brother of the actor looks good, he may have a way."

Xiao Sun was about to go back and ran out, he hesitated again and turned to grab the iron door handle: "Do you want to open the door? If those tourists are lucky enough, maybe they have a 1% chance to return the same way ."

He was completely out of kindness and wanted to leave a trail for tourists.

Remove the blood-stained chain on the iron door, and Xiao Sun tucked it in the crack of the door, so that the iron door would not be closed.

Boundless black mist poured out along the gap and began to escape outside the channel!

The black cursed silk thread penetrated into the building, and those who had hurt him in the memory of the womb appeared in another form, and they turned into strange ghosts and wandered in the black mist.

These monsters have no entity and will not cause substantial harm to people and ghosts, but they can draw out the evil and fear deep in the hearts of people.

The red high-heeled shoes reproduce the past of the fetal fetus with a curse. She wants to restore the process of the fetal fetus a little bit. These ghost monsters are just incidental items.

As soon as the iron gate opens, the ghosts in the memory of the dying fetus begin to run wildly. They merge with the black mist. If they want to take the initiative to appear, it is difficult to be found.

"Leave a line on things. I want to see you next time. I'm benevolent." Xiao Sun turned around and left, not paying attention to the sign next to the iron gate. Please close the door.

He rushed towards the secret road, and as soon as he returned to the room, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

"The haunted house actor will not make a sound, it must be tourists!"

A faint dark mist was drifting outward along the secret crossing, and Xiao Sun looked around, thinking that it was broken.

If other tourists also follow the secret passage, the fun will be great.

"It's a small thing for me to expose myself. It's a big thing to send everyone into the hidden scene in the first five minutes!" Xiao Sun was the first time to be a haunted house actor. He has no experience at all. He is a very smart person, but the situation is critical now. He also has a feeling of being in a hurry: "Temporarily restore the organization first, and not allow more tourists to enter the hidden scene. When I find Brother Chen, I will enter the passage from here to find the three tourists."

The footsteps in my ears are getting closer and closer, and all the sounds are amplified in this scene. Xiao Sun feels that the footsteps sound as if they sounded directly in his heart.

He closed the door painted with blood-colored snails, and grasped the edge of the mirror with both hands: "When I put the mirror up, I triggered the mechanism. To restore the mechanism, I should press the mirror down."

With his arm strong, Xiao Sun grabbed the sides of the mirror and pressed down, but the mirror and the door didn't respond at all.

"What's going on?"

The sound of footsteps was fast approaching in the corridor, and if Xiao Sun had not become a ghost, it was estimated that the cold sweat had wet the clothes.

The force exerted by his hands is getting bigger and bigger, and his eyes are anxious: "It's over, it's over, how on earth should it be closed!"

Xiao Sun shook the mirror up and down, and more and more blood marks and blood beads appeared on the mirror surface. A doubtful face appeared faintly in the mirror surface.

"Isn't it moving up and down?" Grasping both ends of the mirror, Xiao Sun tried to rotate the frame. As a result, he put a lot of effort in his hand and the support frame that fixed the frame broke directly!

"I see!"

Looking at the mirror that he had taken off the wall in his hand, the little grandson was stupid, and he subconsciously glanced at the secret road where the black mist was floating outside.

The wall closed slowly, as if the **** snail door had never appeared.

The door outside the secret passage was closed, but there was a gap left in the black iron door inside the secret passage.

The black mist escaped and burrowed into the building, spreading along the cracks in the wall and spreading throughout the room.

A strange, desperate face looms on the wall, and the difficulty of the entire scene is constantly increasing.

"What are you doing!" Students from the Hanjiang Forensic Medical School who explored on the same floor ran over. They looked at the room shrouded in black mist, and there was a little grandson standing alone in the bathroom holding a mirror.

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing." Xiao Sun held the mirror and felt that neither was it down nor was it down.

"How about other people in your group?"

"They didn't listen to me and left me and left."

Downstairs, the other two groups of people looking for the residual limbs of the rag doll heard the movement and all ran up.

In the middle of less than three minutes, the first floor of the building has changed, and there is a terrible muddy puppet lying at the door of the room, and there is a black mist floating out of the room, and those people are even wondering this is just here. Place?

"Why are you all gathered here? Liang Erliang San? What's the situation with the monster at the door?" Fu Bole glanced into the room and didn't find the three haunted house designers.

"I don't know, the three of them let me stay here and don't make trouble, and then they seem to find the secret passage, trigger some kind of mechanism, and then disappear." Xiao Sun said ambiguously, he is not a person who is particularly good at lying .

"How can a good living person disappear without saying something? In which room did they disappear in the end?" Three people disappeared just after the group was divided, and Ma Feng frowned.

"It's on this floor." Xiao Sun is very anxious now. He fears that if he drags on, he may have to take Liang Erliang and Sanyi.

From his point of view, it is imperative now to find Chen Ge and quickly notify the red high heels that a tourist has entered the hidden scene.

"The three people in the same group have disappeared. Only you are still a little bit strange." Zuo Hangang wanted to speak, and Fu Bole suddenly walked to several people at Hanjiang Forensic Medical School: "What are you doing?"

Fu Bole stared at Zuo Han, his face slightly gloomy: "Is the three of you messed up?"

"We?" He Shan pointed at himself: "Are you sick? We three are not with them, and we are just here!"

"You are not together with Liang Erliang and San, but you and them are on the first floor, you are the closest person to them!" Fu Bole's hand was pressed on the muddy puppet next to him: "This doll we came before It’s not yet time, that is to say, someone moved him after we left. Look at how heavy this puppet is. It’s impossible for a person to move a puppet here quietly, so there must be many people. Joint action!"

Hearing Fu Bole's analysis, the people of Hanjiang Forensic Medical School and Xiao Sun were shocked.

"If it weren't for you who had been defaming the boss's haunted house before, I'm afraid I thought you were the actor invited by the haunted house." Heshan was very speechless: "Even if we have actors, the most likely person is this little grandson. , Everyone else except his group disappeared, isn’t he the most suspected? Did you ignore him because he couldn’t move the puppet alone?"

Heshan's reasoning ability can be said to have been exercised in Chen Ge's haunted house. He used to believe that human nature is good, but later he learned that human nature is "all kinds of poses", which is the most complicated thing in the world.

Hearing what Heshan said, Xiao Sun was relieved somehow. He thought that someone finally suspected him. If he could not perform, he would hurry and stay with so many living people. It was too exciting.

"You can't come up with something to refute me, you started to pull others into the water? Want to disturb your sight? Muddy water and fish?" Fu Bole had suspected Zuo Han from the beginning. He hadn't seen Zuo Han and Heshan in several years since he opened the haunted house. Such tourists, playing a haunted house, also have all kinds of analysis and devotion, just like crossing into the horror movie.

Being preconceived, Fu Bole always considers issues from his own perspective. Everything he thinks about is based on his own cognition.

"Are you hardened and want to frame us? Do you have any hatred for forensic?"

When several people were arguing, the dark mist inside the house had become thicker, and some of them faintly flashed.

Standing in the dark mist, Teacher Wang was inexplicably feeling a little irritable. His brain began to flash through some memories buried in his heart, which looked like the murderer or the victim. The people in the photos in the memory seemed to come alive, A little bit at myself.

In reality, the more people who have had a horrible experience, the more they are affected by the black mist.

Shaking his head, Teacher Wang reached out to hold the door frame.

"Teacher, are you uncomfortable?" Zuo Han found Teacher Wang's abnormality first.

"It was okay when I first came in. Suddenly I felt dizzy. Now it's better."

"It may be related to the dark fog, and I also feel a little awkward." Zuo Han's voice was low.

"You also feel this way?" Teacher Wang was surprised.

"En." Zuo Han and Teacher Wang stood together, his lips flicked, his voice could not be heard without careful listening.

"What are you two whispering about?" Wei Chaochao shouted loudly. He had been staring at Zuo Han and Mr. Wang. Under the guidance of Fu Bole, he also thought that the people of Hanjiang Forensic Medical College were very likely to be actors.

"We don't need to report to you about what we discuss. You can treat us as a haunted house actor, which has no effect on us." Zuo Han's personality is relatively solitary. He is too lazy to take care of those haunted house designers and turned directly to Chong Heshan and Mr. Wang: "The sudden appearance of black mist should be a signal that we cannot stay in one place for too long. Over time, black mist may cover all scenes. In other words, our survival will become more and more difficult."

"Isn't this black fog like the "poison circle" in some games? The range of fog continues to expand, and the range of tourists' activities continues to shrink. If you stay in the fog for a long time, you will encounter unexpected events." Heshan immediately understood.

"Now I have two guesses. First, the three missing tourists found the secret road. They went to other places through the secret road to speed up the game process. The appearance of the black mist indicates that the game has entered the second stage. We want to avoid Black Mist can only find the secret road, and enter the other scene through the secret road as they did." Zuo Han analyzed with only clues: "But the problem is that we have just entered the haunted house for five minutes, according to boss Chen's past Conventionally, it will increase the difficulty about halfway through the visit. Today’s challenges are somewhat unreasonable."

"What's the second guess?"

"The second guess is that something has happened in the haunted house, and something unexpected has happened here." Zuo Han did not quarrel with those haunted house designers. As he spoke, the haunted house designers slowly He closed his mouth and listened to him quietly, maybe this is the aura.

"So what should we do if it is the second case?" Heshan asked the question in everyone's mind.

"If it's the second case, it's bad. Do you remember what I said when I first entered the haunted house?" Zuo Han's face was not too good-looking.

"What did you say?"

"This haunted house may be really haunted." Zuo Han no longer continues to talk about this topic: "Teacher, Heshan, we are looking for secret passages in the rooms on the left. From the time estimate, the three missing persons are only Maybe in these rooms."

Not to refute, or to make meaningless quarrels, under the leadership of Zuo Han, everyone began to search for secret passages on the first floor.

"The black mist is still spreading! The time is limited! We cannot find the secret passage within five minutes, we will leave!"

Looking at the busy figure of the crowd, Xiao Sun was holding the mirror in his hands, and his face was bitter. He couldn't bear to say that the secret organ had been broken by himself.

Now the outside door cannot be opened, the inside door cannot be closed, the black mist keeps going out, and the difficulty of the game keeps increasing.

Five minutes later, the black mist had escaped from the quiet house and floated directly to the street. A looming face appeared everywhere in the building.

"That secret road should be one-off! Let's leave this scene first. The black mist will continue to spread over time. We must seize the time and explore more scenes!"

When Zuo Han finished speaking, he walked outside without hesitation, followed by Heshan and Teacher Wang.

"Let's go to other scenes too." Shangguan Qinghong motioned everyone to keep up with Zuo Han: "Don't care if he is a haunted house actor or not, we will follow him and see what he wants to do."

"This Zuo Han is like a haunted house npc. He has been giving us hints, telling us the progress of the game, and constantly creating panic emotions. If you follow him, you will probably follow the path of Liang Liangliang." Fu Bole still insists on his own Views, but he is not slow.

After everyone left the quiet house, the children's photos on the door tracing blinked.

At the same time, on the third floor of the quiet house, a child in red ran out of hiding place.

He rushed directly to the entrance of the corridor and looked at the distant tourists. He threw the script hidden under the red dress on the ground.

"Why did I practice for three days, and you leave now?"

More and more angry, the kid in red picked up the script again and chased the tourists.