Weird Regulator

Su Qin'er's eyes widened and she stared blankly at the group of young people, her mind going blank.

The location was definitely correct, but everything she saw and heard after entering was completely different from the information she had previously inquired about.

Then the answer is self-evident.

Fan Ru stamped his feet in annoyance, rushed to the door quickly, put his hands on the handle and pushed hard.

But the door that the conductor pushed open easily not long ago seemed to be locked at this moment.

No matter how Fan Ru pushed it, it was as hard as a wall and completely unshakable.

Her eyes were red. After experiencing what happened to Ge Hong's family, she knew very well the methods of ghost children.

And the current one is definitely more powerful than the one from the Ge Hong family.

Regardless, she picked up the chair on the ground and threw it at the door wildly, again and again.

But the harder she smashed, the weaker her strength became, because the door affected by the supernatural power would not change at all due to her actions.

Fan Ru has fallen into her own world of panic. If the door cannot be opened, she breaks the window.

Although, the results won't change at all.

Su Qin'er looked at everything she did with a pale face, her body trembling like chaff.

I came to the right place and the store name is correct, so why did there be such a change.

Is everything in front of me false?

Compared to Fan Ru, who was brainless and could only go straight, Su Qin'er was more timid, but she still learned to think.

She scanned the entire room, everything here seemed so real.

The most direct evidence is those three young people.

At this moment, they were still looking at Fan Ru's crazy behavior as if they were crazy, and they were all whispering with disgust.

Su Qin'er didn't care about their comments, but felt that her mind was getting more confused.

If the place we are in now is a false space created by ghost children, these three young people are definitely real.

But they had heard before that the Tang Dynasty Wax Museum was a horror museum.

Us and them, one of the two parties made a mistake...

When Su Qin'er thought of this, her face became even more embarrassed, because she couldn't figure out what happened.

At this time, Fan Ru returned from the door with red eyes, threw down the chair in frustration, and kept muttering two words:

It's over... it's over...

Su Qin'er looked at the two tickets she was holding in her hand. The information on them was very conventional and nothing unique.

In addition to the name and business hours, there is only a list of contact numbers of the store manager.

Reluctantly, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number, but the response she received was that the number was empty.

Fan Ru looked at the two tickets in Su Qin'er's palm with hatred, rushed up to grab them, and tore them into pieces.

Su Qin'er was startled by her sudden outburst, but when she realized what she was doing, she saw that the ticket had been destroyed long ago.

What are you doing? There may be clues to a way out!

Got a clue? You're still daydreaming there!

If you listened to me and gave up this investigation, how could we both be trapped in this ghost place!

Fan Ru had been hurt by ghosts, so she no longer dared to face those things. Now she could only turn her fear into anger and point it at Su Qin'er.

Su Qin'er had a gloomy look on her face and didn't say a word anymore. She just stared at the torn tickets at Fan Ru's feet.

At this moment, the three young men at the entrance suddenly made a move.

Eh? It seems that the last batch has ended. Look at the indicator light on the wall turning green.

Then what are you waiting for? Come in quickly.

Let's go, stay away from those two lunatics, don't let them follow.

The entrance is a long and narrow path, blocked by a curtain painted with strange patterns, and only some red light can be seen spilling out.

Green indicator lights are embedded on the wall, blinking, as if waiting for people to enter.

When Su Qin'er turned her head, the three young people had disappeared from sight, leaving only the curtain swaying gently.

She looked along the bottom of the curtain towards the red light in the unknown scene, her eyes flashed with hesitation, and then turned into courage.

Sister Fan, if we can't get out, we can only go into the library to see if there is any possibility of finding a way out.

Fan Ru's eyes immediately widened. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to continue to curse, but she held it back angrily.

Because she knew very well that the ghost trapped them here just to ask them to enter the museum to visit.

There was no point waiting at the door, the way out was definitely inside.

If you don't go in, you are doomed to never get out.

Of course, she also knows very well that the way to life is inside, and the way to death is also inside...

…

Dark red light can cause some visual blur when shining on a person's face.

Walking quietly in the silent corridor, the black iron doors closed on both sides reflect the light. The view is poor, but it definitely gives a sense of immersion.

The young man wearing a peaked cap took off his cap and held it in his hand, waving it in his hand. He stretched his collar uncomfortably.

Xiao Mo, do you feel a little stuffy here...

Xiaomo's clothes were already thin enough, but now she unzipped the jacket, revealing the pure white bottoming shirt underneath.

She looked around, her ponytail swaying behind her head: Not only is it stuffy, it's also very hot.

The other person besides him is a tall man with short hair.

He glanced at the red light above his head nonchalantly, spat, and said roughly:

Look at how perfunctory the decoration is, let alone turning on the air conditioning for you.

I'm already starting to be disappointed with the only horror-themed wax museum in the city.

Lao Ma, don't worry, maybe this is his style.

Come and take a look at the introduction of the wax figures inside the door.

The man in the peaked cap was not dampened by the sweltering heat. He was standing in front of a door, shouting at Xiao Mo and Lao Ma.

Xiaomo walked quickly and stood beside him, blinking her beautiful eyes, pointing to the sign on the door, and reading word by word:

“Identity: Prisoner No. 2;

Charge: killing and sewing corpses;

Date of arrest: July 13, 2010;”

As she chanted, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she unconsciously grabbed the corner of the man in the peaked hat:

Brother Xiao Lin, are there prisoners here who kill people and sew their corpses...

Brother Xiao Lin scratched his head with the brim of his hat. Looking at the black iron door shining with red light, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's not that I'm afraid, but I feel a little bit of excitement.

Xiao Mo, don't get too involved in the drama. There are no prisoners here, just wax figures.

Lao Ma has not been interested in this kind of scary game since he was waiting, and it seems like he was dragged here by these two.

Let's take a look?

Brother Xiao Lin tentatively stretched out his hand.

Xiao Mo stood beside Lao Ma with some flinching, looking up from time to time at the introduction card that was constantly illuminated by red light.

Crunch…

The door was not locked and was pushed open with a slight force.

Brother Xiao Lin's palms were sweating a little. He had played many escape rooms, adventure houses, etc., and had experienced many places with scarier decorations than this one.

But there was never a time like now when just opening a door made him feel terrified.