MTL - My House of Horrors-Chapter 1122 White Orphanage (4000)

"The red raincoat appeared on the platform. Please take the time to find out if there are any clues left on the platform." Fu Bole and several other haunted house designers carefully searched around the platform and they quickly found some problems.

There are two figures on the back of the platform on the Long Street, a man and a woman, and the figures of these two people are engraved on the platform, which seems to be the frame of memory.

There is also a water stain under the platform, where a male student wearing a school uniform and a female teacher holding a red umbrella can be seen vaguely.

In the corner of the stop sign, there are also some engraved characters, which are crooked and slanted, and those who left these words may be immersed in a childish, simple happiness.

"Love, starting from meeting."

"I missed the last bus, but waited for you."

"Can I take you home?"

These crooked words seem to evoke viewers' memories of youth, simple, clumsy, but beautiful.

"There is such a text in such a gloomy place? Is there a cruel and horrible story hidden behind the simple first love? All the goodness is just foreshadowing, it will be torn apart at the last moment, and the contrast will create despair?" Snake There seems to be a similar theme in the sister's haunted house. She touched the black skull on her arm as if she was in a memory. This is a woman with a story.

"The style of this street is completely different from other buildings. It stands to reason that there should be a lot of shock points, but we haven't seen anything scary." The unpredictable hunch in Zuo Han's heart grew stronger, and it seems that it is now The last calm before the storm.

"Don't check the platform, let's go to the next place immediately!" Zuo Han looked at the dark mist that was chasing them behind them, and decisively called others to run towards the other side of the street.

"You have to leave here. The fetal scene breaks all the laws I have summarized before. Any experience can't be used as a reference here. Why is this the case?"

Everything happened very suddenly, as if there was an invisible black hand pushing everything in the background.

"Within less than fifteen minutes of the opening, we will enter the third stage. All the ghost actors in the four-star scene began to run away. With the three of us, the chance of escaping is zero." Zuo Han understands that he has encountered the worst situation: " The designers of those haunted houses can't be trusted. If they don't change their views immediately, they may'disappear' in the next sub-scenario. How should I break the game?"

After racking his brain, Zhan Han quickly sweated out his forehead. He is now under great pressure, facing both unknown and terrible enemies, and a group of pig teammates and hidden haunted actors.

He couldn't think of a good way to deal with domestic and foreign difficulties.

"Too hasty! This four-star scene didn't give me time to buffer and think at all."

After the red raincoat left, the buildings on both sides of the street didn't have that kind of feeling of sorrow, just like ordinary streets.

Tourists easily left the long street and came to the door of an orphanage with black and white as the main color.

The rusty iron door was half open, and the nursery rhymes of the langren did not know where they came from.

This orphanage looks like it has been deserted for a long time, but the yard is dry with pieces of children's clothes, and there are newly dug holes in the ground, which seem to be used to fill something.

Everywhere in the orphanage can be seen traces of activities, but tourists can not find a person.

The wind chime hanging on the eaves shook gently, and Zuo Han pushed open the door of the hall.

Slightly sad music came from a room, and at the end of each table was a broken shrine.

"This is a private orphanage. There will never be a shrine in a public welfare institution." Teacher Wang looked at the shrine and thought about some of the things that had happened before: "Some private orphanage founders believe that they will be in My room is dedicated to plaques, but for the first time I saw the orphanage with the shrine directly in the hall like this."

Walking through the long wooden dining table, Teacher Wang's face gradually became difficult to look at.

The shrine was densely filled with the words Fang Yu, which looked very scary.

"It was picked out a little bit with my nails. The dark black patches on it were blood stains. They had grown up with the wooden board. It was strange. It felt like someone had been digging words on the shrine for years." Teacher Wang was puzzled: "Does it cost so much to make a haunted house prop?"

"This is not necessarily done by boss Chen himself. He has provided clues for many murders. I suspect that some items in his haunted house were brought directly from the scene of the murder." Zuo Han said quietly, these topics are internal secrets, so he Not willing to let too many people know.

"The boss of the haunted house has provided clues to many murders?" Teacher Wang subconsciously replied: "I did hear that it was not fair recently, and the Hanjiang branch has an additional informant, and that informant is the boss of this haunted house?"

"Teacher, because you didn't have any contact with the bureau because of the incident, you don't know very well, this haunted house owner is very..." Zuo Han thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it: "His parents are missing. When investigating this case, he overturned Han Jiang's old case 20 years ago. I don't know how to describe this kind of person. Anyway, it's just four words.

"Can the old case of twenty years ago be turned over?"

"Yeah, this is actually not the most terrible." Zuo Han's voice was even lower: "He provided the Hanjiang police with clues for several heavy cases and cracked many cases, but the case of his own parents missing There is no progress at all. I suspect that there is a big problem. The disappearance of his parents is definitely not simple."

"Did you actually come to visit his haunted house because of this?" Teacher Wang values ​​Zuo Han very much and thinks that he is one of the best students in Hanjiang Forensic Medical School. He thinks Zuo Han is different from other children. Not the kind of playful student.

"I'm afraid I haven't yet been qualified to investigate the case of the disappearance of his parents." Zuo Han looked at the shrine in front of him: "I can't see through him at all, I don't know what he is thinking at all, I don't even dare to confront him sometimes See. I tried to simulate and analyze his mental state and personality, and the conclusions made me frightened. He has the intellect and calmness beyond ordinary people, as well as exaggerated adaptability and extremely high IQ."

"Is there a similar person comparison parameter in the database?"

"No, he is a monster. Being able to design so many exquisite and horrible scenes alone can find clues hidden in countless serious cases. Compared with him, no one is qualified to be called a genius." Zuo Han's hand gently I touched the shrine and swiped the names on my fingertips: "The more I know, the more I am afraid, and the more I am afraid, the more curious I am. I want to find out the truth, and if possible, I am going to use the pre-graduation Came to work on his last holiday."

"The first place in the comprehensive score of the School of Forensic Medicine ran into the haunted house to work?" Teacher Wang wondered if he had heard it wrong: "You are much smarter than me. What you lack is only experience. If he is really as powerful as you said, you will count I'm afraid I won't find anything useful when I come here to work."

When the two were chatting, a wooden door in the side hall was pushed open, and a gray-haired old man walked out of the room with a thermos. He was stunned when he saw so many people standing in the hall.

"Are you here to adopt the child?" The old man's voice was trembling. He was in poor health, and he seemed to faint the next moment.

"I'm so old and still come out as a haunted house actor? This haunted house is blackhearted enough." Fu Bole walked to the old man: "We are not here to adopt children, we are here to find things. Have you ever seen this?"

He took the picture of the rag doll from his pocket and shook it in front of the old man.

"I haven't seen it. If you didn't come to adopt your children, hurry and leave. This town is not flat. If you don't leave, you may never be able to leave." The old man coughed a few times and was about to leave. He had not spoken in the crowd. Ma Feng suddenly stood up.

"Wait a minute! Have I seen you somewhere?" Ma Feng took over Jiang Jiu's work. In order to get a deeper understanding of Chen Ge, he watched Chen Ge's video of challenging his haunted house overnight. The old man in front of him seemed to be in the video He appeared there, but he couldn't remember.

"I have been staying in the orphanage to take care of the children. I have never left this town. How could you ever see me? Have you been here before?" The old man is Chen Ge's obsession with challenging the virtual future park haunted house Together with his grandson, wind chime ghost and costume red.

"Maybe I got it wrong."

"Don't dare to admit the wrong person in this town. The acquaintance you see is not necessarily him. It may be something fake. Although they have the same face and voice, their hearts are completely different." The old man suddenly He coughed violently, as if his sentence just leaked the heavenly machine: "Hurry up and don't stay here."

"Hey!" Fu Bole reached out to grab the old man, but when he was about to grab the old man's arm, the old man hid in a very weird posture, and everyone didn't see clearly, only Fu Bole kept it The action of catching empty.

The door of the side hall was not closed, but the old man disappeared after entering.

A very bad feeling spread in everyone's heart, and Fu Bole walked subconsciously to the side hall.

Standing outside can hear the laughter of the children, but after opening the door, there was no one in the side hall, and the ground was just throwing some toys.

"There must be something hidden in this orphanage, and you think about it. Boss Chen asked us to look for the rag dolls that are so worn out. Such a doll will definitely not be played by normal children. It may be an abandoned child. Wei Chaochao tried to analyze: "All the adopted children in the orphanage are homeless children, and the rag dolls we are looking for have a high probability of hiding here."

Everyone felt that Wei Chaochao made sense, only Zuo Han frowned and said nothing.

"What's wrong? Do you have any opinion on me?" Wei Chaochao is a very intelligent person, but his intelligence is limited to certain aspects.

"You think a little bit. If you look at the whole scene, the probability of the ragdoll hiding here is very small, because there are still many scenes that have not been explored." Zuo Han said his opinion.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I think the orphanage was deliberately used by Boss Chen to cover up. The probability here is a trap. We better not delay here for too long." Zuo Han knew that those who said that they did not necessarily listen, so he finished. Later, he went directly to Heshan and Teacher Wang, and began to look for clues.

"Don't be swayed by him, we will explore according to our own ideas." Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao share the same view. They carefully searched for traces of rag dolls in the scene according to the previous grouping.

Black mist drifted across the street, slowly surrounding the orphanage.

Zuo Han prepares to evacuate and rush to the next scene, while those haunted house designers insist on staying in the orphanage scene.

The two sides disagreed and eventually separated.

Zuo Han leads Heshan and Teacher Wang away, while others continue to explore in the gradually thick black mist.

"This is an orphanage, but none of our children saw it." Wei Chaochao stood at the entrance of the side hall: "Are we going to be fooled by the old man?"

"The old man finally entered the side hall. Have you checked the side hall?" Fu Bole and Qin Guang stood beside Wei Chaochao, while others were searching the kitchen and backyard.

"Everyone has been checked, and no one was found. When he entered the side hall, it seemed to disappear..." Wei Chaochao said here, and suddenly his eyes lighted up: "The side hall is connected to the backyard. We first came first and thought he went to the backyard. , There is actually another possibility-there is a secret passage in the side hall!"

The three of them entered the side hall again, and the toys on the ground were arranged differently.

"Someone moved something here!" Wei Chaochao discovered the problem for the first time. Before he spoke, he saw a small figure running across the backyard and the side hall: "Stop!"

Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole rushed directly over them. They ignored Qin Guang behind and chased the figure into the utility room in the backyard.

Pushing the wooden door open, in front of is a dilapidated table, with a weird picture.

The old man in the photo turned his back to Wei Chaochao and Fu Bole, and there seemed to be something in his arms.

"The people in this picture are familiar with their backs."

Qin Guangzhen, who was left alone in the side hall, was about to go out. He suddenly heard the sound of the ball flapping in his ear, and he turned to look.

There was a toy ball in the side hall that rolled into the hall by itself, and strangely, it seemed to be hiding something in the dark corner.

The ball rolled into the darkness and then kicked out again, as if two invisible children were playing the game.

With a twitch in the corner of his eyes, Qin Guang left the side hall without saying a word, and ran to meet other people.

After he left, a little boy in red came out of the corner with scarlet eyes.

"I think that they are scary is a very simple and happy thing, why is it so difficult to come to me? Why?"

When the boy in red gradually became irritable, the door of room 1 on the first floor of the quiet house hit the wall heavily, and a woman in a red raincoat walked out of the corridor with deceived anger.

Bloodshot churned, **** red rain began again in the boundless black mist.