Chapter 191: Don’t Be Scared, I’m a Visitor
The hallway suddenly fell silent, so quiet that even breathing couldn’t be heard.
The “ghost” inside the cabinet hadn’t noticed Chen Ge’s subtle move; he was still waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.
Around the corner, Chen Ge was silently counting his heartbeats, timing everything.
About thirty seconds passed, and a faint scraping sound came from the iron cabinet. It was probably the haunted house actor getting tired from holding the same position for too long.
In comparison, Chen Ge was more like a seasoned hunter. He bent down and slowly crept forward, now just a few dozen centimeters from the cabinet.
Forty seconds went by, and the “ghost” inside the cabinet still hadn’t seen any visitor appear. Feeling puzzled, he leaned forward, adjusting his angle to try and spot Chen Ge.
The silent standoff quickly reached its final stage. With only three seconds left, Chen Ge stepped forward, avoiding the front gap of the cabinet and blocking the door.
At that exact moment, without any warning, the song of the female ghost in the wedding dress began playing from inside the iron cabinet.
Unlike “Black Friday,” this song started right at its climax!
“Boom!”
With no defense whatsoever, the haunted house actor, who had been fully focused on finding Chen Ge, suddenly heard the piercing wail of the female ghost behind him in his state of extreme tension.
The actor slammed into the cabinet door. In his panic, he seemed to accidentally step on one of his own scare props, slipping and tumbling inside the iron cabinet with a thud.
“Where’s that sound coming from? Where’s that sound!”
The pitch-black, cramped iron cabinet became a nightmare trapping him, as if the female ghost lurked in the darkness.
He pounded wildly on the cabinet door, but Chen Ge, who had anticipated everything, had already thoughtfully braced the door shut with his back.
“What’s that noise?! Let me out!”
Worried that too much exertion might spike his heart rate, Chen Ge held it for a while before stepping aside.
“Bang!”
The cabinet door burst open, and a “male ghost” in a patient gown, his face covered in fake blood, stumbled out in a panic.
He gasped for air, clutching his chest, sitting in the middle of the hallway with a look of sheer terror.
“Don’t be scared, I’m a visitor,” Chen Ge said naturally into the microphone, then picked up his phone and turned off the alarm, as if he’d just done something trivial.
Sweat mixed with the still-wet fake blood, and the male ghost stared at Chen Ge with a look of utter despair, his expression as pitiful as could be.
“How did you fall just now? Are you hurt?” Chen Ge turned to glance inside the iron cabinet. On the floor were two special gloves, each topped with a model head, and one of the heads had its long hair stepped on. “You use such terrifying props? That’s sneaky.”
Chen Ge moved to help the “male ghost,” but the ghost scrambled back half a meter. “Don’t touch me! Just go, I can get up on my own.”
“Are you sure? You look really pale.”
“That’s makeup! Just go check out the place, don’t worry about me!” The ghost stubbornly crawled back into the iron cabinet and shut the door.
“Take care, then.” Chen Ge changed the alarm ringtone; that song was indeed too intense for this setting.
Something brushed against the back of his head. Chen Ge looked back to see the “female corpse” still swaying in midair.
He reached out and grabbed her legs, feeling cold and stiff. On her patient gown was a name written—Xu Zhenzhen.
“The craftsmanship isn’t bad, but it can’t compare to the mannequins in my haunted house.”
After a few casual remarks, Chen Ge moved on. He hadn’t gone far before the “female corpse” in the middle of the hallway started swinging again.
Turning the corner, he finally entered the Tian Teng Hospital proper. Dried bloodstains were splattered on the white walls, with phrases like “I don’t want to die” and “Give me back my organ” scrawled everywhere.
“This haunted house’s backstory is a bit messy. It seems like visitors are supposed to explore on their own, finding clues to piece together the main storyline.”
Chen Ge walked down the hospital corridor. The windows on both sides were painted on, but combined with light and shadow effects, it gave the illusion that something was occasionally darting past outside.
The designer of this haunted house wasn’t an amateur either. The windows were a mix of real and fake. When Chen Ge reached the fourth window, a hand suddenly reached out to grab him.
But it got worse. The ceiling also hid a trap.
Just as his body was caught, a head dropped from above, landing right into Chen Ge’s arms.
Anyone else would have been screaming by now, but Chen Ge was unusually calm. He held the head in one hand, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia. “When I was four or five, I used to run around with these things. It’s been so many years.”
From the window, the haunted house actor who had grabbed Chen Ge felt a bit uneasy after hearing that.
Four or five, running around with heads? What kind of family background was that?
He silently let go and retreated back into the window.
The light inside the haunted house grew dimmer, with only a green lamp every few meters. The corridor narrowed, and various departments began to appear on both sides.
“Dissection room? Starting off this heavy?” Chen Ge stopped at the first room, looking around. It was a habit he’d developed after completing many trial missions—surveying the surroundings before entering an unknown area.
He glanced back the way he came. At the corner near the iron cabinet, the security guard had somehow followed, wearing a ghost mask, just helping the male ghost out of the cabinet.
“It seems the normal tour involves being chased by ghosts. That would create a better atmosphere, more thrilling and intense.”
The male ghost in the cabinet was already terrified and limp. The security ghost, helping him along, looked awkward, the whole horror vibe ruined.
“If it’s just the two of them, it’s fine, but I feel like there’s a third person following?” Chen Ge stayed alert and stepped into the dissection room.
Tables and chairs were piled around, and fake mannequins drenched in fake blood were scattered across the room, creating a bloody scene.
“This kind of setup is typical of Japanese or Western-style haunted houses.” Chen Ge preferred terror and suspense; gore was just the crudest way to achieve it.
Scanning the dissection room, Chen Ge was surprised to find no hidden actors—just broken mannequins.
He picked up a few and examined them. Each mannequin was missing an organ, and interestingly, all of them had the same name written on their patient gowns—Xu Zhenzhen.
“Did the haunted house owner specifically request this?” Chen Ge recalled the video from the security booth, which hadn’t mentioned that name.
“Xu Zhenzhen? Could the drifting woman in the final surveillance footage be her?”
He dropped the mannequin and left the dissection room. The security ghost and the male ghost had vanished, seemingly having left the haunted house.