Because Huangban was eager to provide the best frightening service to his guests, he did not continue to communicate with his colleagues on the intercom. He took a chainsaw and pushed open the secret door.
The entrance to the third floor corridor outside was completely quiet, and there was really no one in sight.
Only the chandeliers emitting cold light flickered randomly.
Huangban turned around and looked at the location of the camera in the corner.
It was empty there, everything was normal, and it was not blocked by foreign objects at all.
Beep--
The intercom rang again: "Huangban, near the corridor on the third floor, there are three other cameras that have lost their picture. We don't know where the tourist went. Just wait, we will contact other colleagues right away..."
rustle--
The words on the intercom were not finished.
As he spoke, he could no longer hear it, and was replaced by the sound of "rustling" electricity.
"What are you doing?" Huangban cursed in his mind.
He reached out and tapped the intercom hard.
But it's useless, it has no effect at all, and I can still only hear the "rustling" sound of electricity.
"never mind."
These colleagues will only hinder themselves.
The top priority now is to find the tourist first.
It doesn't matter if the equipment in Ciji Hospital breaks down.
Even without these auxiliary means, it doesn't matter if it's a fair fight. Huangban will still do his best to provide the best service to the guests and make them feel at home.
"No one can walk out of Ciji Hospital with a smile after meeting me."
Huangban muttered something like this in a low voice, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip.
He does not allow such people to exist.
The tourist must be found.
Huangban carried the chainsaw and walked towards the corner of the third floor.
There are very few actors on the third floor, and most NPCs are reluctant to come up. Most people will stay on the first to second floors for activities.
Anyway, the space on the first and second floors is big enough.
And now, if that little tourist really ran up to the third floor, then the next step would most likely be a 1v1 showdown between Huangban and him.
…
Corridor on the third floor.
The floors and walls of this corridor are made of wood, and the overall color is brown.
The old-fashioned chandelier still hangs above the head, flickering, and you can see dried bloody handprints everywhere on the floor and walls.
"Hiding?"
Huangban dragged the chainsaw and walked along the corridor.
Every time you pass a room, you will open the door and go in to see if Kamiya is hidden in it.
After checking two rooms in this way, still to no avail.
Just as Huangban was about to leave the second room with a slight disappointment, he suddenly heard the sound of "pat-ta-ta-ta" footsteps in the corridor outside.
As the "Chainsaw Doctor", Huangban immediately became alert.
However, due to the malfunction of the walkie-talkie, he was still not sure whether it was the young tourist passing by in the corridor outside or a colleague who came up to the third floor.
So Huangban hid behind the door of the room and carefully observed the situation.
But what happened next was far beyond the imagination of a veteran employee of the haunted house.
Snap, snap.
As the sound got closer, Huangban noticed that the footsteps were very soft and very soft, not like they were coming from a young man or an adult at all.
Instead, it looks like a child stepping on the wooden floor.
Keep listening with bated breath.
It was eerily quiet all around. I could only hear my own breathing, heartbeat, and the footsteps approaching outside.
Snap, snap, snap!
The footsteps suddenly accelerated as they passed by the door of the room where Huangban was hiding.
"Yeah~heehee."
At the same time, Huangban also heard childish laughter, accompanied by a crisp ringing of a bell.
The sound sounded briefly and then disappeared quickly.
That’s right.
The voice was indeed that of a child, like a seven or eight-year-old girl.
but.
How could there be children in Ciji Hospital?
Younger children are not allowed to enter the haunted house as visitors.
It is even less likely that a haunted house would employ child labor of this age.
"Could it be..."
Huangban thought of something unconsciously.
Deep in the third floor of Ciji Hospital, there is a small sealed area. It is said that the area is not very clean. It is said that employees who worked here a long time ago often saw some strange things and heard strange sounds there.
A few years ago, a tourist was scared to death there.
The death was very miserable.
Later, Mr. Kido, who ran the haunted house, went to find a mage who was said to have the ability to exorcise spirits. He came back and performed rituals for a few days, and then sealed the area with yellow talismans.
After that, the strange things stopped.
"Could it be that something escaped from that area?"
When people face the unknown, they are always very good at scaring themselves.
Even people like Huangban are no exception to this.
However, as a senior ghost-pretending expert, his courage is much greater than that of ordinary people.
After the light footsteps of "pat, pat, pat" moved a little further away, Huangban carefully opened the door a little and peeked out.
This was an incredible sight. He saw a small figure in red with white patterns, standing in the corridor not far from the door of the room, with his back facing him!
It turns out that the "person" making the footsteps has not gone far at all!
"ah."
Araban was surprised when he heard the little girl in red kimono make a voice again.
A child's drawl sounds soft and waxy.
But in such an environment, it only makes people fearful.
The little girl in kimono obviously noticed Araban's presence. When he opened the crack of the door, he slowly turned back.
His body didn't move, he just turned his head slowly.
At this time, the old-fashioned chandelier in the corridor flickered. The light dimmed and brightened. Araban looked at the girl in kimono again, only to find that she had disappeared.
"What the hell is that?"
After the shock had just subsided, Huangban's breathing became a little heavier unconsciously.
It is impossible for a little girl in a red kimono to appear in a restricted haunted house.
It felt as bizarre as seeing a penguin swimming in Tokyo Bay.
To be continued...