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„You walk first, heard that this Haunted House uses the frightened gradation the system, enters very difficult scenario rarely, I also want again to stroll.” Ye Xiaoxin stands in Dean's office has not come out.
The static that in the tape recorder sends out is getting bigger and bigger, in the electric current sound left other sounds faintly.
Like some people in respite , is sobbing likely.
Han Qiuming looked at the time, the remaining two minutes, he has not only demanded: „Good, you pay attention to security.”
Said that he raises the tape recorder alone to run toward outside.
Looks back that Han Qiuming runs hurriedly, since Ye Xiaoxin has maintained was broken tranquilly, that pair of attractive pupil opens slowly.
„How does he carry on the back is crawling probably a person?”
She is a firm atheist, because of this she can enter each Haunted House to make the evaluation unscrupulously, in her heart believes that all these are false.
But in a moment ago, her saw used oneself past to experience unable to explain a matter that completely.
„Who lies in person who he carries on the back is? Should that be individual?”
......
Han Qiuming takes the tape recorder to dash about wildly full power: „Two minutes!”
The body is getting more and more cold, Han Qiuming does not know where had the problem, that cool feeling sends out from the back, seeps into the body, drills toward the heart.
„Hurts......”
The ear broadcasts a sound, vague, probably is a woman lies in own shoulder.
„Who!” Han Qiuming turns head fiercely, toward behind looks, shoulder above turbulent anything does not have.
„Did I misunderstand?”
He picked up the speed, now in mind only then a thought that hurries to leave here.
„Thing has succeeded in obtaining, exits to win, the face that Tian Teng Hospital discards can be made by me!”
Han Qiuming disregarded, picked up the speed, ran like crazy forward.
„Is good to hurt......”
That sound approached, has gathered near the ear from the shoulder, as if must sneak in the earhole.
„Quite sore!”
„Ah!” to air, Han Qiuming swing both hands ruthlessly: „Rolls! Any thing!”
The surroundings do not have anybody to give him to respond, in jet black corridor only then his echo and rustle electric current sound.
„Is this tape recorder is being up to mischief?” The side except for oneself, can send out sound only has the tape recorder, Han Qiuming raises it at present, the magnetic tape is rotating, the indicating lamp does not know when was turned into the red by the green.
„Is it?”
Han Qiuming racks brains unable to find out this is any principle, the time steadily is reducing, he clenches teeth, raises the tape recorder to continue to run forward.
„Tape recorder definitely has the issue, but it is goes through customs the successful key! Had found with great difficulty, how possibly conveniently to discard? That has wasted beforehand all pays laboriously!”
Han Qiuming in scolded a stream of abuse Chen Ge at heart: „Shameless! Too despicable!”
Now so long as takes the tape recorder to run to go through customs, but this also most lets the person puzzled place, discards the tape recorder not to abandon at heart, does not discard must face directly the terrifying that the tape recorder brings.
Without the means that this to the average person is almost the non-solution scenario checkpoint!
„Spelled!” Han Qiuming clenches teeth, to go through customs Chen Ge Haunted House, he risked one's life.
Dashes about wildly, the shoulder sinks more and more, on the back is pressing any thing probably, icy cold feeling percolation bone to inter the body marrow.
„Is good to hurt......”
The sound is gradually clear, from the fuzzy male voice, the change is a female voice.
Listens to be quite mature, contains one to be no use and despair.
„wait a moment!”
When this sound resounds, the fine hair of Han Qiuming has stood: „Where this sound have I heard probably?”
He almost must be shocked, in Haunted House that oneself in does not occur together, in the situation of this crisis, actually heard an incomparably familiar sound.
„Where hears?”
The cold sweat skids following the forehead downward, the woman friend who he knows is few, conforms to this age does not have.
„It is not right, I have certainly heard in anything.”
The recollection of mind deep place appears, Han Qiuming has remembered a more than half a year ago evening suddenly.
He in revising the Tian Teng Hospital design proposal, to increase the Haunted House attraction, he does not attend to other people opposing, resolutely the strange death of Xu Zhenzhen father and daughter, as laughing uproariously to join during the Haunted House manufacture.
In order to design the concealed wiring, making Xu Zhenzhen this female ghost obviously more real, he searched the material about Xu Zhenzhen.
This woman once worked in his father hospital, afterward was dismissed because of the medical-patient dispute, at that time patient noisy is very ominous, online even also has the video to flow out.
The patient family member rushes to the hospital to cause trouble, accuses Xu Zhenzhen, puts on Xu Zhenzhen of white coat to be encircled by other doctors and nurses in the middle.
She argued low voice, but nobody listens to her words earnestly, afterward scene out-of-control, her was pushed to the ground, the finger does not know that was stepped on by whom.
„Is good to hurt......”
„Right! Is this sound!”
The Han Qiuming scalp must blast out, he heard a deceased person once voice in Haunted House!
Throws the tape recorder on the ground, even if gives the Han Qiuming ten courage again, he is not willing to approach that tape recorder again.
„Why will the Xu Zhenzhen sound run in the tape recorder? Is manufacture specially surnamed Chen? Is impossible! He most starts not to know that we must come Third Sick Hall, because of my proposition temporary replacement scenario.” Han Qiuming wants to pull out big cheeks really ruthlessly: „I really am the mouth am inexpensive!”
„Tape recorder is the Tian Teng Hospital thing, did Xu Zhenzhen that I fictionalize become really the ghost?” His shell temperature is dropping, skin is very cool, the shoulder is also getting more and more heavy: „First ran to say again, too strange, this place too strange.”
Han Qiuming runs forward, but has not run several steps he tired starts to gasp for breath, the bedding steps on very much softly above could not make an effort, the body also felt that sinks more and more.
„What's the matter? What thing probably carries?” Han Qiuming toward behind looked at one, the tape recorder is thrown by him in the corner, because fell on the bedding, therefore did not have any damage, was still continue work.
The magnetic tape rotates in the tape recorder, as if a strange smiling face, likely is the vortex that will stare at to look at to get sucked into.
„I must run away.”
The tape recorder leaves is very far, however rustle the electric current sound actually still resounds in the ear.
„Is good to hurt and good hurt......”
The voice of woman is suffering the brain of Han Qiuming unceasingly, his appearance gradually becomes fierce: „Do not quarrel! I made you do not quarrel!”
He is stroking the air, in turned circle same place, which wants to find the sound from send out, he always thought after oneself, carried on the back a face of woman to speak.
„Go away!”
He puts out the cell phone to open the glare, aims at itself behind to open the photograph function, when swivel lens, familiar, he once looked at the innumerable faces to appear in the newspaper and hospital material.
„permits, Xu Zhenzhen!”
The cell phone falls, Han Qiuming to risk one's life to run toward the corridor end, his body is getting more and more cool, that sound is closely associated.
„Quite sore, is quite sore, is quite sore!”
Has transferred the corner, Han Qiuming the place that returned to mannequin to lie down, he has not paid attention these mannequin to have the change, flushed crazily forward.
May not know that what's the matter, he looked at carefully the road obviously, but the calf was stumbled by any thing, the whole person layer on layer/heavily threw down in one pile of mannequin, the altitude eyeglasses for myopia on face also flung to fly!
„My eyeglasses!”
Han Qiuming lies on the ground, all around fuzziness, everywhere is the hand, foot and head/number of people.
He crawls in the direction that own eyeglasses are, but that eyeglasses actually move in mannequin, is far from him.
What is more awful is in the fuzziness and darkness, the innumerable heads and remnant bodies approach to him.
„What thing?! Do not come! Help! Help!”
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