Ji Qianming looked at the spiritual key in his hand carefully and murmured: "How does this thing open the door to Gouchen? How to use it? If I insert it in the door and shout "open sesame", Gouchen will appear in front of me?"
He solemnly collected the notice and the spiritual key. Anyway, there was still a month and a half before the start of school, and he couldn't find anything through research.
Ji Qianming stood up slowly and suddenly realized a problem. There are still one and a half months left, how should I survive?
The hotel has been kicked out by the hooker, and I don't have a penny on me. I definitely can't go back to the small broken building, so where should I go?
"Is there any prospective college student who is worse off than me?" Ji Qianming smiled bitterly and walked along the street. Anyway, he should find a place to stay first.
I don't know how long it took, but a small poster jumped into Ji Qianming's eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
One and a half months passed by in the blink of an eye. Time was like a dragged progress bar. It was the end of August in the blink of an eye.
The scorching heat of summer is gradually dissipating, and a large number of students are rushing from home to school to start a fulfilling and wonderful new semester. At this time, the number of people in the New Century Amusement Park has become much less, but there is still a long queue at the entrance of a haunted house. .
"Hello everyone! I am Xiaoyue, the explorer. The popular haunted house we came to today has become famous in the past month. It is called the scariest haunted house in Zhenjiang. Is it just a name in vain or is it worthy of the name? Xiaoyue will take two A heavyweight guest will live broadcast the whole process for everyone!"
In the long queue, a fashionably dressed girl was introducing her partner to the mobile phone screen.
"This is Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao is the design consultant for the domestic mobile haunted house "Fujiwara Ghost School". All the haunted houses he designed are popular all over the country. It can be said that he has rich experience. Today he will comment on this This is the haunted house." Brother Zhao's strong body appeared on the screen, smiling and saying hello to the audience in the live broadcast room.
Then Xiaoyue turned the screen to another thin man, and introduced in a sweet voice: "This is the famous haunted house experiencer Li Xiang. He has experienced nearly a thousand haunted houses at home and abroad. This time I can invite him. It's Xiaoyue's honor to meet her."
The thin man showed a forced smile and then returned to his cold zombie face. His eyes kept looking at the haunted house in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the haunted house and said to the three of them: "I am Chen Ge, the owner of this horror house. Are you from the haunted house club?"
Xiaoyue nodded and said: "Boss Chen, this is Xiaoyue, we talked on the phone before."
After a while of greetings, Chen Ge led the three of them into the door of the horror house. Behind him was a writing table with a stack of paper on it.
"Everyone, you must sign a liability exemption agreement before entering our haunted house." Chen Ge handed over a pen and said kindly.
"Hmph." The thin man snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain, "You are all knowledgeable, so don't pretend here and get to the point."
Chen Ge's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "You may have misunderstood. This exemption agreement is not a prop to create a tense atmosphere but for everyone's safety. You cannot go in and experience it without signing the exemption agreement."
The thin man was about to have a seizure. Brother Zhao took the pen with a smile and signed his name neatly. He hesitated for a moment but then signed it honestly.
Seeing that the agreement was signed, Chen Ge led the three of them through a long corridor and explained the background of the story.
"This is a scene adapted from real events, called 'Silent Ghost School'. In a school for the deaf and mute built on the mountainside, six deaf-mute girls in the same dormitory died mysteriously. What was the rumor that killed them? Every midnight, there is always the sound of fingernails grinding against the wall in the blocked dormitory, and some people see a girl hanging upside down in the cubicle of the women's toilet. What is the truth behind these incidents?"
Chen Ge's voice seemed to have magical power, and the three people behind him suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot. Xiaoyue took out a small notebook from her pocket and kept writing something.
"Story background setting, eight points." Chen Ge glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.
"There is one more thing I want to remind you." When they walked to the end of the corridor, Chen Ge suddenly said, "If you encounter a particularly dangerous situation in the haunted house, you must shout at the camera. If there are no cameras around, Find a place to hide first, and I will rescue you in twenty minutes."
Xiaoyue's eyelids twitched. What do you mean by encountering a particularly dangerous situation? Why don't we just visit a haunted house?
"Everyone, please." Chen Ge pushed open the heavy iron door and behind was a dark space. A chill swept from inside, and the three of them couldn't help but shiver.
"Pretending to be mysterious." The thin man glanced at Chen Ge and walked into the iron gate first. Xiaoyue and Brother Zhao looked at each other and followed closely behind.
"Hiss, it's so cold. Is the air conditioner here turned on too much power?" Xiaoyue rubbed her little hands, holding the live broadcast mobile phone on her chest, her eyes constantly looking around.
This is a dim corridor, with the weak light above the head flickering on and off. Long black hair is scattered irregularly on the floor tiles under your feet. The dark blue wall is very old, and there are a few sharp scratches on it from time to time. mark.
Brother Zhao stopped, carefully rubbed a few scratches with his hands, and let out a light sigh: "This scene is so realistically arranged. The width of the scratches is very similar to the width of a human finger, and it starts from the upturned From the look of the wall, it doesn't look like it was carved out with tools."
"You mean these were picked out by the boss with his nails? That's nonsense." The thin man said angrily.
"The scene here is indeed very good?" Xiaoyue squatted down and carefully observed the dark stains under her feet. She frowned slightly, "Look at this blood clot. Artificial blood should be red after coagulation, but here it is. It's deep red, it doesn't look fake, and it smells fishy."
"Maybe it's chicken blood or pig blood. He can't really get so many people's blood to decorate it, right?"
The thin man couldn't stand the two chatterings, so he raised his legs and walked directly into the corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a classroom. The windows on the side facing the corridor were nailed shut with wooden boards, leaving no gaps, as if they were afraid that something would escape from inside.
The thin man looked out of the window for a while, then walked to the door of the classroom. The paint on the old-fashioned wooden door had almost peeled off. He pushed the door open, and a strange smell and dust came to his face.