Chapter 227 - Help! Help! (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“You go first. I hear this Haunted House delineates its scenarios into different stages of difficulty. Since it is not often that we get to visit the hardest scenario, I wish to look around some more.” Ye Xiaoxin stood inside the director’s office.

The noise that came out from the tape recorder grew louder, and some other sounds could be heard within the white noise. It sounded like gasps of air and also crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time; they still had two minutes left. He did not have time to dawdle. “Okay, you take care of yourself.”

Then he turned toward the exit with the recorder. Watching as Han Qiuming’s back merged into the darkness, the eyes of Ye Xiaoxin, who had kept her cool throughout, bulged wide. Why is there someone lying on his back‽

She was someone who did not believe in the supernatural, which was why she could so bravely review so many Haunted Houses. However, just now, she saw something that her experience could not explain. Who was that lying on his back? Is it one of the workers?

…

Han Qiuming ran at the top of his speed with the recorder. Two minutes left!

His body temperature fell. Han Qiuming did not know why, but there was a chill that radiated from his back and suffused through his body before finding its way into his heart.

“Pain…”

A voice appeared beside his ear. It was fleeting.

“Who was that‽” Han Qiuming turned his head around to look behind him. It was like a girl was lying on his back, but when he looked, there was nothing there. “Was I mistaken?”

He ran faster with a simple goal in mind, to leave as soon as possible. “I already have the item, and I’ll win the moment I escape. I’ll gain back the face that Tian Teng Medical School has lost!” Han Qiuming ignored everything and dashed madly ahead.

“So painful…”

The voice came closer, moving from his back to the side of his ears like it was trying to find its way into his earlobes.

” So painful! ”

” Ahhh! ” Han Qiuming waved his arms at the air around him angrily. “Come out! Who is it‽”

There was no response other than silence. There were only the echoes of his voice and the tape’s white noise in the long corridor.

“Is it this recorder?” Other than himself, only this recorder could produce sound. Han Qiuming placed it before his eyes. The tape was still turning, and the play button’s light had changed from the earlier green to red. “This has to be it!”

Han Qiuming could not figure out what was wrong. Time was ticking. With a grit of his teeth, Han Qiuming grabbed the recorder and continued his mad sprint. There has to be something wrong with the recorder, but it is also the key to clearing this scenario! It took us so much time to find this—I’m not going to throw it away! It’ll be a waste of all my previous effort!

Han Qiuming cursed Chen Ge within his heart. Such despicability!

He needed to exit with the tape recorder to win, and this was the hardest decision. Ditching the recorder meant losing, but keeping the recorder meant having to suffer the torment that it brough. This was a scenario that normal people would not be able to solve!

“Argh!” Han Qiuming gritted his teeth. He was going to give up his life to clear Chen Ge’s Haunted House. He continued to run, but the weight on his shoulders gradually increased. It was as if something was pressing on his shoulders, and the chill seeped into his bones.

“So painful…”

The voice from behind him became clearer and clearer. From the initial fuzzy male voice, it had now turned into a female voice. It sounded familiar. It was a voice that was filled with helplessness and despair.

Wait a minute!

When this voice appeared, the hairs on Han Qiuming’s body stood up. I’ve heard this voice somewhere before.