Chapter 225 - Tape Recorder (2/2)

“Do you think it’s because the director kept the patient in his room as his possession?” Han Qiuming suggested. “I hear this is something common when the private hospitals weren’t professionally managed like nowadays.”

“Possibly.” They entered the room and started inspecting it. There sick bed, tables, and chairs had their corners ground down. The decoration was simple; there was nothing special.

“Let’s go out to take a look.” Han Qiuming opened the door, and a weird stench entered his nostrils. It smelt like the mixture of medicine and blood. He staggered one step back and extended his neck to look down the corridor.

The walls were cracked, and the blood vessels behind them seemed to be pulsing. It gave a very creepy feeling like the building was alive and the walls were hiding its blood vessels.

“It doesn’t seem like we’ve been to this corridor before.” The set design was almost the same, but the feeling it gave was completely different. The Third Sick Hall had made use of the looping design to its maximum potential. The visitors did not know what was at the end, and they had no idea how many corridors awaited them.

The mattresses on the floor were well-worn, and the dolls poked their pillow heads out. Weird expressions were drawn on their faces. It felt like their eyes were following the duo. Han Qiuming wanted to retreat. They came from the secret passageway, so they did not know how far this corridor was from the rest, and they had no idea how many scary things it was hiding.

He used his phone to shine the light down a corridor. The end of the dark corridor was not an exit but yet another corner.

“Don’t block the way.” Ye Xiaoxin exited the sickroom. Her legs that stepped out felt like they were touched by chills. This corridor was obviously different from those before it.

“Let’s look around. The tape recorder should be one of these rooms.” Ye Xiaoxin entered the sickroom next door to investigate, but Han Qiuming stood where he was. His hand that gripped the door was covered in sweat, and he peeked over his shoulder to look at the room door.

The upper half of the door was normal—it had the sign ‘3’—but the lower part of the door was quite scary. It was completely covered in red paint, but the paint was bright and sticky. The red seemed to be alive, and it grew on the door. “Room 3? Why are the number of the rooms in this corridor different from others?”

Han Qiuming and Ye Xiaoxin examined the first three sickrooms. When they reached the end, they discovered a room without a number or a sign. “Let’s go in and see.”

The room was small and completely enclosed. There was sound-insulation on the walls, and there was a bed with straps installed in the room. There was some broken equipment left by the bed.

“This looks like an electroshock therapy room. I’ve seen something similar in many other mental hospitals and movies.” Han Qiuming looked around the bed before examining the cluster of broken equipment. Then he started to chuckle. “Found it!”

Han Qiuming moved the equipment aside to retrieve a tape recorder that was hidden among it.

“And here I thought the Haunted House would be difficult.” He tried his best to pretend like this was nothing, but the excited expression on his face betrayed his true feelings.

In comparison, Ye Xiaoxin was much calmer. She looked at the recorder and frowned for the first time since she entered the Haunted House. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Han Qiuming did not know what Ye Xiaoxin was talking about. “Let’s ignore it. We need to leave now. There’s a time limit to this game. I’m going to make a perfect game clear and shut that Chen fella up.”

“You really don’t hear that?” Ye Xiaoxin pointed at the tape recorder in Han Qiuming’s arms. “The tape inside is turning, and the play button is lit up. The recorder has been running.”