Street test: Pretending to be a ghost to scare people? Die!

The doctor said that the patient was not seriously ill.

501.

Liu Feng, Zhang Hao and the uncle came to the door of the ward.

The door of the ward was locked now, and the uncle looked inside through the small window on the door...

"It's not the room I went to. I remember there was a red door in the middle of the ceiling that was particularly conspicuous!"

"There is no red door in the middle of the ceiling here."

The uncle gave a preliminary explanation of the situation.

Liu Feng nodded, and then motioned Zhang Hao to open the door.

Zhang Hao immediately had a question mark on his forehead!

Open the door...

He can't pick the lock!

Zhang Hao couldn't help but say: "Master, let's let Xiao Zhuge come! Or Jin Tong will do."

Liu Feng decisively refused: "In order to avoid alerting the enemy, we can't let them out for the time being."

Zhang Hao: "..."

He wanted to say that Xiao Zhuge had visited the hospital and would have alerted the enemy long ago.

Why wait until now?

But Zhang Hao was wise enough to swallow his words.

It's just how to open the door...

Zhang Hao had a headache.

"I'll do it!"

The uncle volunteered to scratch his head for a while and got out a piece of wire.

Zhang Hao was stunned when he saw this.

The uncle's hair was not very long, but he could hide a piece of wire in it...

"Is the hospital so careless? They didn't even find this out??"

Zhang Hao was really convinced.

Liu Feng also asked with curiosity: "Can you also pick locks?"

The uncle replied: "The hospital wouldn't let me go, so I started to study how to pick the lock and get out, and I actually figured out a little trick!"

Throwing the wire into the keyhole, the uncle began to tinker with it.

"It's just that the success rate is not high, you wait patiently."

The uncle added another sentence.

Live broadcast room --

[Awesome uncle, all-rounder! ]

[Uncle still has to rely on the key at critical moments, Xiao Zhang is completely negative! ]

[I feel like the uncle can publish a book - escape from the madhouse! ]

[Fuck! It's open! ! So fast! ! ! ]

[? ? You call this thing a low success rate! ? ]

[It only took a few seconds to open! ]

[Record it! Must go to the police station to register! ]

On the show.

The uncle was stunned when he saw the lock of the ward door open!

Zhang Hao even complained: "Brother, you call this a low success rate? You are originally from a locksmith company, right!?"

Uncle: "...My skills are so good? It seems that I can find a chance to escape from prison today!"

The uncle opened the door of the ward while speaking.

Liu Feng ordered Zhang Hao: "Old Zhang, open the way!"

Zhang Hao agreed and pushed the uncle in!

The two came into the house.

Zhang Hao hid behind the uncle!

The uncle didn't feel anything special, just looked up at the ceiling.

The doors were very similar to the room he had stayed in!

But there was something different...

Zhang Hao saw that nothing happened, and he also raised his head and looked at the graffiti on the ceiling.

"So many doors..."

"Who painted them?"

Zhang Hao was a little puzzled.

The audience in the live broadcast room finally saw what these doors looked like.

[Sure enough, there are all kinds of colors! ]

[So many doors...]

[Damn, this mental hospital is a bit weird!]

[No wonder the master came to this hospital, this place is definitely wrong!]

[Fuck! There is a palm print! !]

On the show.

Liu Feng also came in.

Looking up at the ceiling, Liu Feng soon noticed the palm print!

"Such a small palm print... is it a child's print?"

Liu Feng thought secretly.

The palm print is red, but it is a little different from the surrounding red paint.

It's like...

It's blood-stained!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Zhang Hao also found the palm print and was so scared that he almost fell to the ground!

The uncle looked at the palm print and couldn't help muttering: "Why is the color different? It doesn't look like a proper red..."

Zhang Hao: "Stop talking!!!"

Zhang Hao's hair stood up!

It seemed as if a child appeared in front of him, running around on the ceiling with a human head in his arms, eating and chewing, leaving a bloody handprint...

"Old Zhang, ride on the uncle's head and smell the handprint to see if there is any blood."

Liu Feng ordered, he wanted to make sure if he was overthinking.

Zhang Hao's breath was choked!

"Master...?"

Zhang Hao looked back at Liu Feng, and he was dumbfounded!

The uncle was straightforward, squatting down, patting his shoulder, and motioning Zhang Hao to ride on it.

Zhang Hao's face turned green!

Liu Feng was not happy to see this

"Are you scared now? There's not even a ghost around, what are you afraid of!"

Zhang Hao saw that he couldn't dodge, so he had to bite the bullet.

Riding on the uncle's neck, Zhang Hao came to the bottom of the palm print...

"Master, I can't smell it, it's too far away."

Zhang Hao reported the situation.

Liu Feng immediately taught him a lesson: "If you can't smell it, why don't you reach out and touch it?"

Zhang Hao: "..."

Take a deep breath, Zhang Hao slowly straightened his hand and touched the palm print...

Zhang Hao was shocked, leaned back, and fell to the ground with the uncle.

For a moment, Zhang Hao grimaced in pain, and his glasses flew off!

The uncle was also in great pain.

The audience in the live broadcast room cursed even more!

【wdnmd! 】

【Xiao Zhang, what the hell are you crazy about! 】

【Fuck! You startled me and scared me! 】

【Stupid! Pick up your glasses quickly! ]

[I'm so impressed. This is how he behaved after touching a palm print. Can Xiao Zhang be a little more courageous?]

On the show.

Liu Feng helped Zhang Hao and the uncle up.

The uncle complained to Zhang Hao directly: "What's wrong with you? Why did you tilt?"

Zhang Hao didn't say anything.

Liu Feng couldn't help but ask: "You suddenly fell backwards... Did something push you?"

When Liu Feng said this, the uncle's face tightened immediately!

He looked around quickly. Although the uncle didn't see any figure, he was still very nervous!

Live broadcast room——

[? ? Does it mean that he saw a ghost again?]

[Fuck! Xiao Zhang can't be so unlucky?]

[Did he meet a child who left a handprint? ? ?]

[Awesome, he was hit by a female ghost this morning, and now he is pushed by a little ghost...]

[Xiao Zhang, don't stand there stupidly, pick up your glasses quickly! 】

On the show.

Zhang Hao didn't answer immediately after hearing Liu Feng's words.

His heartbeat kept accelerating...

Until Liu Feng got a little impatient, Zhang Hao slowly raised his hand.

The uncle looked over and was shocked!

There was blood on Zhang Hao's hand...!

Zhang Hao finally said tremblingly:

"Master...!"

"It's not dry!"

"The blood is not dry!"

Liu Feng smelled the faint smell of blood and frowned!

The uncle almost popped his eyes out!

The blood is not dry...

"Does that mean that the palm print was left not long ago?"

The uncle blurted out!

Zhang Hao was even more scared!

There were footsteps in the corridor...

Uncle: "It should be the nurse patrolling, let's close the door and hide!"

The uncle ran to the door and closed the door gently while listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer...

Zhang Hao finally remembered his glasses and quickly picked them up and put them on!

But when he looked at the door——

"!!!"

Zhang Hao quickly covered his mouth!

A face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Zhang Hao covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from screaming.