don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Standing in front of the haunted house, Zhuang Die took two deep breaths carefully.

Although he hasn't entered the door yet, Zhuang Die feels that his psychological effects have begun to cause trouble, and he even feels that there is a faint cool breeze on the back of his neck.

"A haunted house in an amusement park...shouldn't be too exciting."

Zhuang Die was doing psychological construction for himself in vain: "Children are the flowers of the motherland. If they want to grow up healthily, their young hearts should not be hurt. I am a former kindergarten teaching assistant, and my children's hearts are actually the same."

In fact, it's not that he didn't think about directly forcibly demolishing the entire haunted house.

If you can pass the level in this way, Zhuang Die actually doesn't mind studying the production principle of mortars from now on.At worst, you can imitate the era of cold weapons and make a siege vehicle to blast it up...

The problem is that Zhuang Die has no idea how this unknown "clue" exists in the haunted house.

In case it is a word written by a certain blood, or a note in the mouth of a certain skeleton, or a dialogue triggered by a locked monster, or if you want to play a Ouija board in a certain scene or ask pen fairy...

Zhuang Di forcibly stopped the overly rich associations in his mind.

"Most of the time, people's fear of ghosts is scaring themselves, and I don't think it helps things."

"I just went in to find clues, as long as I protect myself, go and go back quickly."

While muttering, Zhuang Die turned his head, put the black mask on his head, and clenched the all-metal Hell Lava baseball bat tightly.

He purposely rubbed out another high-brightness headlamp imitating a miner, put it on top of his head, pumped his fists together, and strode towards the entrance of the haunted house.

……

After 5 minutes, Zhuang Die was still stuck at the entrance.

He tried all kinds of methods, but he couldn't push the door of the haunted house in this shape - and the reason for this situation, the notice on the door also gave a clear reminder.

[If tourists have underlying diseases such as heart disease, high blood pressure, and mental illness, please do not enter. 】

[Do not bring sharp weapons, hard objects, and other items that may cause injury into the venue. 】

[People in strange clothes are not allowed to enter. 】

[Visitors can receive light sticks for free after entering the entrance, please do not bring lighting equipment by yourself. 】

[It is forbidden to destroy the set, and it is forbidden to beat the staff of the haunted house. 】

……

"It's too disciplined!"

Zhuang Die has been targeted by metal detectors and facial surveillance for 5 minutes, and his curly hair is so angry that he bristles: "Speaking of which, you are not allowed to beat employees, why can Bugs Bunny suddenly pull up a hard telephone pole to attack me! "

It's not that he didn't think about it, he sneaked in the door as a simple passer-by first, and then tried to find a way to get the equipment after he got in.

——It’s just that Zhuang Die doesn’t have enough self-confidence, thinking that he can still maintain his sanity in an environment like a haunted house, and calmly think of the way of thinking about creation...

Zhuang Die is only 1.2 meters tall now, and he has to jump up to reach the guestbook if he wants to complain.He tried everything, even using a chainsaw, he couldn't destroy the door, and in the end he could only reluctantly take off the hood and headlamp, and put down the equipment.

The green light was on, and the door that closed the entrance was slowly opened.

A gust of cold air suddenly gushed out from the room.

There is no high-power light source in the room, looking in from outside the door, you can only see a piece of darkness.The broken fluorescent sticks are scattered on the wooden table at the entrance, each of which is green and bright.

Zhuang Die looked carefully, picked one and picked it up.

With a creak, the door behind him was suddenly closed, completely blocking the last ray of light from the outside world.

Zhuang Die's heart sank.

The range that the fluorescent stick can illuminate is extremely limited, Zhuang Die took half a step back, and was about to turn on the flashlight first, but found that the process of transforming consciousness into physical objects did not occur as usual.

Zhuang Die tried several times, and quickly counted more than 200 sheep: "No...the problem is not with me."

"Is it because of the 'rules' outside the door?" If Zhuang Die realized something, he changed his mind and tried to take out the lollipop Ling Su gave him, and this time he succeeded very quickly.

The chill in the haunted house is overwhelming, and the realistic sound effects linger in your ears.

It was a very subtle sound, as if something was being chewed and chewed. If you distinguish carefully, you can also hear the ticking sound of liquid dripping and the sound of airflow surging.

At the corner, the dim light is constantly changing, as if something invisible is prowling nearby.

From the outside, the haunted house does not have a large area, but looking in from the door at this moment, it seems to be a huge maze lurking in the dark.

Zhuang Die's back was already faintly sweating, he peeled off the candy wrapper nervously, and stuffed the lollipop into his mouth: "The situation doesn't look good..."

If you use the game as an example, Zhuang Die's current state is probably similar to the bag being forcibly sealed.

Outside the door, Zhuang Die actually had a strong sense of foreboding.

And after entering the door, this premonition was confirmed—in this dream, because the subconscious master was too disciplined, he couldn't even break through the precautions posted outside the door after entering the haunted house.

"Are you implying that I want to use lollipops to fight ghosts?"

Zhuang Die picked up the fluorescent stick that was thrown aside again. He had actually vaguely noticed that he seemed to have stepped on something, but he didn't want to figure out what it was at all.

He had already noticed the obvious burn marks on the walls.

Under the faint green light of the fluorescent stick, the scorched wall skin has peeled off a lot, but it can still be seen that this is an antique room scene.

The Eight Immortals table, which was lame, fell to the ground, and the legs of the table were scorched black.The floor was full of overturned furniture, the bronze mirror was broken into several pieces, and there was a charcoal basin full of paper ashes in the corner.

The curtain is hidden and moves gently with the wind.Fragments of the dress were scattered on the ground, stained with a few pieces of dark red that had long since withered.

"Why do traditional Chinese horror...Mulan in a cartoon-themed amusement park?"

Zhuang Die couldn't help complaining in his heart, while carefully avoiding all the devices that might trigger the mechanism.

He cautiously walked lightly, and while walking in, he muttered in a low voice to encourage himself: "Make an ordinary and warm ghost school scene, which can not only scare children to tears, but also help children build their expectations for school life in advance. Kill two birds with one stone..."

Before he finished speaking, several pairs of red candles behind him suddenly lit up.

The light of the fire was a strange pale green, flickering and flickering, illuminating a corner of the room.

Zhuang Die's feet were rooted firmly in place, determined not to look back to see what was there, and rushed forward.

As the candles were lit by an unknown force, the entire haunted house seemed to be awakened suddenly.

Paper money fluttered down one after another, and the tulle curtain was entangled and churned into a ball, and blood was slowly oozing out of it.Dark red traces flowed down the wall, and as soon as they touched the ground, they disappeared strangely as if they were sucked clean by something.

The bronze mirror became intact at some point, and was placed at the end of the road again. The blurred mirror surface reflected countless figures of shadows.

Zhuang Die ran forward with his head buried. He felt something touching his shoulder, and without thinking about trying to shake it off, a piece of pale bone fell off his foot.

Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Die decisively turned into another corridor.

"It's a big problem."

Zhuang Die wiped away the physical tears that came out of fright, and he kept replaying in his heart, splicing up the route and distance he ran: "From the outside, you can roughly estimate the size of the haunted house. It is circular, with a diameter of about 65 to 70 Meters. I turned right twice and turned left once, based on my trajectory in the circle, combined with the distance of each straight sprint..."

Zhuang Die barely stopped in front of a wall: "...I have run to the end."

After he finished the last sentence calmly, he turned around and looked at the ghost figures swaying behind him. Hearing the chewing sound of "creak creak" approaching continuously, Zhuang Die suddenly raised his hand to grab his hair.

Zhuang Die pulled the little curly hair vigorously, and jumped up angrily: "What am I doing with this! Even if you don't count this, you can tell that you have run to the end!"

Because at the very edge of the haunted house, there is nowhere left to run.And the ghost hidden in the ground seemed to have had enough, the sucking sound disappeared, and the dark red liquid overflowing everywhere was quietly spreading towards Zhuang Die's position.

Zhuang Die looked left and right, took a deep breath and resolutely, opened the door of a room and rushed in.

In the center of the empty room stood a coffin.

Compared with other scenes, this place is simply too clean, but it does not offset the strong sense of weirdness at all.

Judging by the size, this is a plain coffin that can be used for two people to be buried together.The whole was painted in dark black, with patterns of double lotuses and double cranes painted on the surface of the coffin, a nanmu base, and brass locks, and the black paint had a faint layer of red light.

The coffin was locked from the outside, and the hard and heavy wood exudes a heavy coldness. With the palm of your hand against it, it seems that you can feel the breathing and heartbeat of a real person.

Is this coffin alive?

Zhuang Die felt inexplicable panic in his heart, he instinctively wanted to change the room, but just as he turned back to the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Just for a while in the house, countless paper figurines have already floated outside the door.

Just as Zhuang Die poked his head out from the crack of the door, the paper figurines who had their backs to him suddenly turned their heads like sunflowers, and stared at him in unison!

The leading paper figurine turned its "head" and floated towards him!

Zhuang Die slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Temporarily ignoring the more dire consequences he might face next, he picked up a stool leg he picked up on the road, smashed the lock on the outside of the coffin with a clang, lifted the coffin lid in one go, jumped in and closed it again, lay flat and held his breath, pretending to be dead .

In the cracks of the light-transmitting wooden boards, the paper people wandered in along the cracks of the door, searched around the room, and left slowly.

The last paper figurine left the room, Zhuang Die finally heaved a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

Only then did he have the mood to carefully examine the situation in the coffin—the strange thing was that it didn't seem as cold and hard inside as he had imagined. In this cold haunted house, there was even a rare bit of warmth and softness.

What's even more strange is that he seems to be somewhat familiar with this feeling...

The more Zhuang Die thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he touched it carefully with both hands: "..."

Ling Su's eyes were blackened by his partner falling from the sky, and it was only then that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.He lay peacefully at the bottom of the coffin, holding Zhuang Die's fumbling hand.

Ling Su: "Ah."