Ancestral handicraft

In the gloomy restaurant of the ancient house, I don't know if it was intentional to create an effect. Everyone always felt cold on the back of their necks, and the cool wind kept blowing the back of their necks.

Wei Zhihe quickly glanced at each of the "dead bodies" one by one.

Wei Junhan and Tan Zhirong stood by and waited for him to finish watching.

Tan Zhirong asked him: "Brother Zhihe, aren't you afraid?"

Wei Junhan answered Tan Zhirong for Wei Zhihe. Seeing his cousin so calm, he also calmed down: "There is nothing to be afraid of because they are all fake corpses, but the makeup artist's skills are superb, and we are frightened when we enter the door. .”

He Xueyao also cheered herself up and said, "Yes, we will be intimidated only if the makeup artist's makeup skills are too superb."

"Then let's get out of here first, and find the next door to go out." Wang Lu looked at the entire empty and eerily quiet restaurant.

The perimeter of the dining room's chandelier is covered in spider webs.

A pinch of spider silk was falling down at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a slight sound when it touched the ground.

Not only Wang Lu saw it, but other people also heard the voice and looked in that direction.

Wei Zhihe warned them: "Don't go to the spider's silk, the skin will fester if it touches it, it's poisonous."

He Xueyao couldn't help asking: "The fake one should be fine."

Wei Zhihe threw the question back to her: "You can give it a try."

He Xueyao didn't dare to go forward, she only had one thought now, Wei Junhan's brother is so indifferent.

There are multiple doors in the restaurant, except for the door they come in, each door corresponds to a different direction, which can lead to the second floor, or to other halls or guest rooms on the first floor.

According to the brief introduction, the ancient house has five floors and sixty rooms, which is enough for everyone in the Wen family to live, and there are still spare rooms.

There are several stairs leading upstairs, it depends on how they choose.

Wei Junhan asked them: "Who will choose this time?"

Wang Lu said: "Why don't you choose the door with the whitest color, it looks like it was newly installed."

Wei Junhan: "Does everyone else have any opinions?"

Everyone shook their heads, and they had no opinion, and it didn't matter whoever chose.

From the moment they entered the door, they were a group. The haunted house is indeed scary, but these are all fake, so they are not afraid.

Wei Zhihe's attention was still on the corpses in the dining room and the spider silk on the ceiling.

He walked to the place where the spider silk fell just now, and moved his nose slightly. The spider silk on the ground smelled a little strange.

Wei Junhan and others were walking towards the newer door, and Wei Zhihe followed closely behind.

If they turned around at this time, they would find that the surveillance camera hidden in the corner was turning with their figures.

As for the spider silk on the ground, after Wei Zhihe and the others left, they disappeared on the ground.

The next door opened was the stairs leading to the second floor. For some reason, since they came in, they haven't encountered other players exploring in the haunted house.

What a strange thing.

Wei Junhan and others only thought that the haunted house was mysterious enough and had enough space for them to explore, but they never thought that they had to wait in line for nearly half an hour to come in, not to mention that it was the weekend, how could the players who came in continuously not meet them? A passage to the end, a small haunted house that can be walked out in one go.

Wei Zhihe's mind has always been very clear. He often spends the night alone on the mountain alone, and he doesn't pay attention to the artificially arranged horror scenes.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now I think it's a bit interesting. The well-designed haunted house still has merits and something special that can attract him.

What's more interesting is that the disappearance heard in the subway may be related to the haunted house.

The police failed to find the whereabouts of the missing persons, not because they hid deliberately, but because someone manipulated them.

Wei Zhihe is only guessing, he has not found the exact related items or characters.

He didn't want to care about it, but every time a similar incident happened, he couldn't help but pay attention to it. After all, under the long-term teaching of Mr. Wei, he already had an inertial thinking.

When something happens, I first want to ignore it and avoid it, then my grandfather's nagging voice will appear in my mind, and I will start to struggle, and finally he just can't help but start to take care of it.However, he also has his own way of "management". If it is a demon, he will eat it. Let the man-made case be handed over to the police, then it has nothing to do with him.

The deeper he went into the haunted house, Wei Zhihe's sensitive nose could smell the smell of a demon, but the smell was not very pleasant.

The foul odor was the last thing he wanted to smell, but luckily he followed in, otherwise we don't know if Wei Junhan and the others would be lucky enough to be caught by the monsters as a feast.

Going upstairs is easy.

But after entering the haunted house, it is a little different.

As soon as Wei Junhan, who was in the lead, climbed to the corner, he took a step back in fright: "Ah!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The four people screamed one after another, which can be said to be very lively.

Wei Zhihe silently covered his ears, the voices of Wang Lu and He Xueyao could make five men scream at the same time.

A dead body hangs upside down in the middle of the stairs, only half an arm's length away from Wei Junhan standing at the front. The bloodshot eyeballs of the dead body protrude outward, and the face is black and blue, as if strangled to death by a rope.

"Brother, what, how do you get there?" Wei Junhan refused to stand in front, regardless of the boy's obsession, and turned his head to get behind Wei Zhihe.

Wei Zhihe stepped forward and calmly poked the stiff head of the dead body hanging upside down in front of him: "Just bypass him." He also deliberately took out his cell phone and asked a few boys and girls, "Do you want to take a photo with him?"

"This, it's so scary, let's stop taking pictures." Tan Zhirong was so frightened that his legs were weak, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Will there be shadows after taking pictures? It can cure the self-portrait problem.

The two girls hugging and screaming were distracted by Wei Zhihe's proposal.

Wang Lu wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It seems possible, I want to try, Wei Junhan, will you come with me?"

Wei Junhan glanced at the unrecognizable upside-down corpse: "Is it really good to take pictures in a haunted house?"

Wang Lu was originally interested in Wei Junhan, and finally seized the opportunity, why not take a photo together, it's just a haunted house, it's not a big deal, it's more atmospheric when it's the background wall.

It's not easy for Wei Junhan to reject girls, he should return the fake corpse with his back to him, that's okay.

Wang Lu didn't care so much, and directly pulled Wei Junhan over to take pictures.

Wei Zhihe took the mobile phone to adjust the light and was anxious: "Are you ready?"

Tan Zhirong and He Xueyao stood aside, trying not to affect the three people in the photo.

Wang Lu hugged Wei Junhan's arm, with a happy face: "It's done."

Wei Junhan felt a little helpless, his face was not that good, the fake corpse is also a corpse.

Wei Zhihe took a few pictures of them with his mobile phone, and even manipulated it a bit in the middle.

Wei Junhan stopped walking ahead, let alone Tan Zhirong who was timid, Wei Zhihe had no choice but to walk ahead.

After going up the stairs, several people heard the sound of rattling clogs colliding with wooden boards.

There was no one in the long corridor, but there was a pair of clogs walking in the middle of the corridor.

Wei Zhihe said: "The profile says that Aunt Six likes to wear clogs in summer, and she likes the clogs and the rattling sound of the floor the most."

Wei Junhan: "..." This is my brother, I really don't want to know him!

He Xueyao followed Wei Zhihe up and asked, "Then what happened afterwards?"

Wei Zhihe: "Then he died."

He Xueyao: "How did you die?"

Wei Zhihe took a fixed look at her, pointed to the pair of wooden clogs and said, "Jumping into a well to commit suicide while wearing clogs."

He Xueyao's voice trembled slightly: "Didn't you say that Aunt Ten died with rat poison?"

Wei Zhihe suddenly lowered his voice: "The sixth aunt died before the tenth aunt got involved."

He Xueyao and the others had goosebumps all over the floor, deeply feeling that Wei Zhihe was sent by the staff of the haunted house!

The clogs were still rattling around, and it stopped in front of one of the rooms on the second floor.

"Shall we follow?" Tan Zhirong looked at Wei Zhihe.

Wei Zhihe is now the backbone of the five-member team, he said casually: "Follow, there are so many doors and I don't know which one to enter."

They really went into the room where the clog shoes went.

The door opens and closes automatically.

The clogs were on the side shoe rack by the door.

Wei Junhan lowered his head to study the clogs: "The shoes don't have batteries, and the soles are made of ordinary wood. How can they walk automatically? Could it be that there are ghosts?"

Wei Zhihe asked him back: "Do you believe in ghosts?"

Tan Zhirong said: "It must be a trick, but we haven't seen it through yet."

Wei Zhihe was noncommittal, it was indeed a trick, but it was different from what normal people imagined.

Wei Junhan's heart was flustered.

After seeing the clogs, look at the room full of femininity.

Lying quietly on the mahogany table, the gramophone suddenly played music from a long time ago, and music different from the current popular songs floated in the room.

I don't know what to sing.

Everyone was almost frightened. Gao Yisheng, who had never touched a gramophone, came forward to watch curiously. They also found a vinyl record beside it. It had the name of a famous actress written on it, probably the lead singer of the vinyl record.

The four people's attention was distracted, so they didn't notice that there was a "Sleeping Beauty" lying on the spring bed covered with silk quilts.

"Sleeping Beauty" only showed one head, her black hair covered the double pillow, and her dark eyes were staring at Wei Zhihe and his party.

Wei Zhihe held the mobile phone in his hand, twirled it with his fingertips nimbly, and walked slowly to the bedside.

He said in a voice that only he and "Sleeping Beauty" could hear: "Sleeping Beauty should have her eyes closed, have exquisite makeup, and have more temperament than a star. She can't have a fluffy tail."

"Sleeping Beauty" actor: "..."

With a whoosh, the half-exposed yellow tail retracted into the quilt, and then a pair of white and tender deformed three-inch golden lotus appeared.

After admiring the gramophone, Wei Junhan turned his head and saw his brother standing alone in front of the bulging bed.

His brother turned his head and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up: "There is also a corpse here."

Wei Junhan: "..." Corpse, corpse!