Chapter 223 - He Has to Be a Patient! (2/2)

“The numbers are decreasing?”

“I suspect that this whole scenario is based on a building that has four floors in total, and Boss Chen has replicated it perfectly. Each corridor represents a floor of the building.” Looking at the walls, Guo Miao continued. “Even the numbers are preserved in their well-worn state. Not one detail has been missed. This is more than a mere OCD.”

“Yes, I have that impression as well. We create Haunted Houses mainly to scare the visitors, but this Boss Chen’s creations feel like it is more of a reduplication. So many details, including the bloody letters on the walls, this is already a kind of illness.” Song An’s anger started to dwindle as it was replaced by fear. “The bloody sentences have not stopped since we entered this place. It is hard to imagine how the man managed to write all these letters.”

“Some of the bloody letters look fresher than others.” Guo Miao also felt unsettled as an image appeared in his mind—in the middle of the night, the Haunted House’s boss carried a bucket of red paint alone in the dark and started to write down all these letters like he was possessed.

“Before entering this Haunted House, Boss Chen told us that the place has been in operation for five to six years already. Could it be that he planned this scenario with the help of his parents?”

“To use five years to build a single scenario? What is the point of that?” Since they were in the same business, Guo Miao knew how much time and effort were needed to build a scenario as complicated as this. “When we were at the entrance, a few of us peeled off the flooring. Boss Chen even paid attention to places that normal visitors wouldn’t pay attention to. That was incredibly out of place.”

“Wait a minute, the name ‘Third Sick Hall’ sounds quite familiar to me now.” Song An took out his phone, and the result made his face fall. “Boss, the Third Sick Hall is a real place in Jiujiang! Its patients were involved in many crimes like murders. In fact, a few days ago, the police sent out a warrant to capture the escaped patients!”

“So, Boss Chen wasn’t lying?” Guo Miao’s pupils danced. “He brushed over such an important fact?”

“The internet says that the Third Sick Hall was abandoned five years ago, and his Haunted House began operation five years ago!” Song An compared the timelines, and they were a match.

“This is bad!” Guo Miao suddenly remembered something. “Examine the articles closely. Look at the warrant. See whether there is anyone that matches Boss Chen, like similar weight, height, and so on.”

“Boss, you suspect that Boss Chen was once a patient of the Third Sick Hall?”

“Do you think a normal person would spend five years to reconstruct a mental hospital? Every detail here is so authentic—only someone who spent a long time inside a mental hospital could replicate them so perfectly!” The more he thought about it, the more afraid Guo Miao became. “This Boss Chen cleared Tian Teng Medical School with his heartrate not going over one hundred once. How can someone like that be a normal person?”

“How about we just stop this tour and leave immediately?”

“Leaving now might cause us to get targeted.”

“Why?”

“The Third Sick Hall is not normally open to the public, and Boss Chen said that the scenario is not yet completed. Thinking about it now, those were probably all excuses.” Guo Miao felt like killing Han Qiuming. “This place is probably hiding a huge secret.”

Song An realized how severe Guo Miao’s expression had gotten. He whispered, “What kind of secret?”

“Before I arrived, I spoke with the manager of New Century Park. The man mentioned in passing that Boss Chen’s parents disappeared mysteriously half a year ago without leaving behind any clues.” Looking at the crazed sentences written in blood, Guo Miao’s heart was frozen in fear.

“Mysterious disappearance?” Song An’s shock turned into terror. His eyes bulged as if he was suddenly reminded of something.