Chapter 221 Rag Doll

Sheep's blood has a foul smell, pig's blood has a foul smell, chicken and duck blood has a filthy smell, but the smell of human blood is the most special. There is a faint smell of rust in the fishy saltiness. If you taste it with the tip of your tongue, you can still feel it. A hint of sweetness.

"This is human blood!"

I don’t think a haunted house would use real human blood to create a scary atmosphere. Blood is not easy to preserve. In addition, ordinary tourists can’t tell the type of blood just from the appearance.

When shining a flashlight on it, blood stains were randomly distributed on the iron rope, as if it had been accidentally splashed on it.

If shaking the wound causes blood to fly out, then the blood spots should appear in a straight line, or be concentrated near a certain straight line, which is obviously not consistent with the scene in front of you.

"The blood is still very fresh. It should be that someone's body was cut with a sharp knife when he was standing at the door, causing the blood to fly out."

There were only blood spots on the chains, and there were no brains, bile or other things. The victim's injuries were not too serious.

The area leading to the underground is locked, so I can only go to the other two themed areas to find it first.

Walking into the scary haunted house, the lights on both sides became darker and darker, and two forks appeared in front of them, leading to two different themed areas.

Based on the prerequisite that there might be real ghosts in the haunted house, I was very cautious and carefully read the backstories of both subjects.

The building on the left tells the story of five children playing with Pen Fairy on the night of the Resurrection of Souls while their parents were not at home. As a result, something really happened. Four of the five children were killed and turned into ghosts. Visit the building. The player needs to find the only surviving child to escape.

The building on the right is more modern. It mainly tells that in an abandoned hospital, a murderer imprisoned the visitors. The visitors need to avoid the wandering murderer and find the key to escape.

The park will close in a few minutes, and the haunted house has already been closed. There are signs on both passages saying no entry, no entry at your own risk. There are no staff around, only an unoccupied desk with some exemption signs on it. The general agreement is that people with a history of mental illness and heart disease are not allowed to enter, and if something goes wrong has nothing to do with the park.

"At midnight, the amusement park built on the cemetery may have a haunted house with real spirits. It feels like a show from the underworld." I picked up the large-screen mobile phone, climbed over the guardrail, and entered the building on the left first. architecture.

The purposely aged wooden stairs made a creaking sound when stepped on, as if they were crumbling and might collapse at any time.

"The environment is well created, but it's a pity that it didn't scare me."

Walking up the dilapidated stairs to the entrance of the building, there is a door that is ajar.

"Is anyone there?" It was quiet in the darkness, and there was no response from the surroundings. I could only hear my own heartbeat and the groan of the wooden boards under my feet.

I pressed my palm on the door handle and slowly pushed it open. But as soon as I pushed it halfway, there was a slight sound above my head, as if a spring was triggered. When I looked up, I saw a twisted human face emerging from the door frame. Up and down!

"What?!" I stepped back and exited the room. I touched my chest and shook the flashlight. There was a rag doll lying quietly on the carpet at the door.

"Put this doll on the door frame in advance. As long as the door is pushed, it will fall directly onto the heads of visitors. The psychology of the people who designed the haunted house is really dark." I picked up the rag doll on the ground. It was handmade and tattered. Damn, all the eyes on the face were gouged out, replaced by facial features carefully outlined with a red watercolor pen.

I was tricked before I even entered the door, so I didn’t dare to be careless anymore, so I held my breath and kept my vigilance high.

The inside of the haunted house is much larger than it looks from the outside. It has three floors, no windows, and is completely sealed. And because the staff have gone off work, there are no lights inside.

I stood at the door feeling a little scared, shook my flashlight, and walked inside.

The first floor is the living room, which is about thirty to forty square meters. It is filled with all kinds of common furniture. I slowly walked to the middle of the living room.

On a knee-high coffee table was an inverted plate, with a piece of white paper covered with squares underneath.

Although my main purpose is to find Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi, due to professional instinct, it is difficult for me to develop immunity to these puzzle-solving things.

Turning over the plate, there were five children's names pressed underneath, like five-pointed stars, with one name written in each direction.

Upon closer inspection, four of the names were crossed out with a red ballpoint pen, and only one name was spared.

"Chi Xiaotong?" I picked up the white paper and read the somewhat awkward name: "Do I have to find this girl if I want to pass the haunted house normally?"

There was a breeze blowing behind me, and I suddenly felt something moving. I turned around quickly, but everything was normal and I found nothing.

"I kind of underestimated this haunted house. It seems that the world-class horror is not completely fake." I took the white paper and continued to look at other things on the table: "If you can only pass if you find the surviving girl, then now Xiao The actress who played the girl must have left, and no matter how hard I try to find it, I can't clear the level normally."

There was also a ballpoint pen, a few photos and some textbook assignments on the coffee table. I looked through them and found nothing.

But just as I was looking through the information on the table, another gust of cold wind blew behind me.

"It's definitely not an illusion."

As I pondered in my mind, I quickly understood the intention of the designer of the haunted house. A large pile of things on the table could provide very few clues. Their purpose of existence was just to attract the attention of tourists. Then when the tourists concentrated on studying the information, the real horror would begin again. Suddenly appeared from behind!

"What a perverted design, full of malice!" I pretended to continue reading the information, but sure enough, soon there was another cold wind behind me.

"Is he a human or a ghost?" I held the flashlight tightly and punched him behind me. No matter who he was, if there was an emergency, I would beat him first.

But what I didn't expect was that the punch was empty. I turned around and looked back, but there was still nothing.

"Shouldn't it be?" I shined the flashlight, and when the beam was raised, I suddenly saw a very scary-looking rag doll placed on the wooden stairs leading to the second floor!

"When was it put there? Did the staff put it there? Why didn't I notice it at all?" Three gusts of cold wind blew by, and there was an ugly rag doll on the stairs. I can't figure out the reason why: " Is it really haunted? It's not even midnight yet, so it shouldn't be possible."

I was just about to walk over to check, when a faint light came from behind me. The light appeared at the perfect time, as if someone was secretly monitoring my every move and then taking targeted measures.

"What's it this time?" I slowly turned my head away, and the old square box TV that was originally placed two or three meters opposite the coffee table actually appeared a foot away behind me, touching the wooden coffee table, as if it was walking on its own. Same as coming over.

What's even more frightening is that it doesn't know when it has turned on automatically, there is no sound, and on the black and white screen, there is a scarred little girl staring at me with dead fish eyes!

I swallowed hard, my palms were already sweating. If I had come in at another time, these things would never scare me, but in this paradise, at this moment, I knew clearly that there might be real ghosts hidden in the haunted house. It's hard to tell which ones are man-made pranks and which ones are traps filled with murderous intent.

There were no lights in the haunted house, so I relied on a flashlight for illumination. With a sigh of relief, I walked around to the back of the TV and leaned over to look.

"My uncle's!"

It turned out that there was a mechanical wheel under the TV cabinet. I unceremoniously used force to dismantle the floor, and underneath was a transmission device similar to a crawler track.

I picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and pinned the track to prevent it from running back and forth. I cursed secretly, and then walked towards the rag doll that appeared for no reason.

The rag doll that suddenly appeared was very similar to the one at the door. The original facial expressions were all destroyed and torn away, and the eyebrows and eyes on the face were all outlined with a red ink pen.

"What a terrible painter."

The person who painted the facial features of the rag doll did not deliberately paint it to be scary. Instead, he painted it meticulously, as if to kill boring time.

For example, on the doll in my hand, the other party not only painted her basic facial features, but also specially made a mole on the doll's cheek with a black ink pen.