"Stop talking about the haunted house, okay?"
Bassong was so frightened that his hands and feet were trembling, and he moved down step by step: "If you keep talking about it, it will become true."
"I think so too," Rudolf said helplessly, "I also hope that there are a bunch of lunatics in this house, be they dismemberment murderers.
It's better than what we see now."
"You'll know if it's true when you get down there."
Mike, who was walking at the front, finally stepped on the ground.
It was so dark that I couldn't see anything.
I felt the cold wind blowing, and there was an indescribable smell in the air.
After a while Rudolph found the power switch and turned it on.
"Ka ka ka..."
The sound startled everyone, and the lights lit up all the way.
With light, you can see.
When he saw what was in front of him, Basong was even more frightened and his face turned pale.
The entire basement is a specimen room, with various biological and even human tissues and organs soaked in various glass bottles of different sizes.
"Obviously it's not the corpse of a murderer."
After looking around, Interpol Harold divided the specimens according to their types: "There are very few human organs, which can't be assembled into one corpse, and most of them are under-term fetuses.
The producer is probably Those who are obsessed with specimens or worship death are likely to be involved in medical treatment, especially obstetrics and gynecology.”
There were indeed many fetuses, ranging from those just over a month old that were as big as a potato and had a tail like a seahorse with a big head; to those that were already formed and about to be born; there were even five-pot monsters that looked like alien creatures.
Soaked in the potion, slightly swollen and pale.
Two of them have probably been soaked for a long time, and their skins are still cotton-like.
If you want to reach in and touch them, they must be as slightly elastic as a sponge that has begun to rot.
"It's disgusting."
Cheng Qianxun followed Sneijder and walked all the way.
Fortunately, he had seen Mammon's collection, otherwise he would have been really scared.
So I did not forget to praise: "It is completely different from Satan Mammon's collection.
Master Mammon's collection is the real art."
"Yes."
Of course Sneijder knew what she was thinking, and he smiled and said, "Mammon is the best artist."
Then he whispered in her ear: "Are you interested in appreciating his most precious masterpiece in private?"
After hearing this, Cheng Qianxun was so embarrassed that he wanted to pinch Sneijder, and then he pursed his lips and laughed.
At this time, those scary glass tubes became not so scary.
You need to flatter Satan from time to time.
If Satan is watching right now, he will be happy.
"Look what this is."
Regel walked to a metal bed in the middle.
Interpol Harold said: "Medical autopsy bed" "I said this is it."
Reger took out several black hiking bags from under the bed.
"It's difficult, could it be..."
Bassong's teeth were chattering: "Broken, don't open the broken corpse..."
Amid Basong's screams, Reger opened the bag and rolled his eyes: "I know the weight of the body, it's not that light."
After opening it, there were packages of stuff inside.
Mike picked up an oblong ham sausage, shook it at Bassoon in his hand, put it next to it, then went to get it from the bag, and sneered: "It's really a minced corpse, you want the smoky taste" Yes, it still tastes like barbecue.”
Everyone came together to take a look.
There were five bags in total.
Clean them one by one after opening.
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"Compressed biscuits, ham sausage, bottled water..."
Rudolph sighed slightly: "Just three items, enough for eight days, but we still have to be prepared to lose weight."
"Some of them are delicious."
Reger looked at a few packs of compressed biscuits: "There are also seaweed-flavored ones.
There are quite a lot of varieties."
Mike opened a pack and ate it simply: "Well, it tastes pretty good."
"Look at this."
Harold found a big bag in the corner, so he brought it over and placed it on the metal anatomy table.
Judging from the way he carried it and the sound of the bag colliding with the bed, it seemed that the bag was heavy, and it might also be made of metal.
"Gun bag?"
Boxer Hogan quickly opened the bag.
As soon as the zipper was opened, the top pistol inside pierced the eye.
Rudolf, who had a weapon, grabbed the gun first as quickly as possible.
"Don't be nervous, I'll do it."
Sneijder blocked the bag with his hand.
His smile and words were still very convincing: "I told you, the rules have changed a little this time.
We may all die, or we may all die."
Survive.
So everyone has a share of the weapons inside and can use them, okay?"
The four people from the other teams nodded in approval.
This rule proves that everyone does not need to fight each other to level up, but should unite as much as possible.
Rudolf, who was checking the gun at this time, sneered: "This gun can't kill anyone at all, the weight is wrong."
He had taken off the magazine, took out one bullet from it, and weighed it in his hand: "The bullets should be empty shells."
"Let me take a look."
Interpol Harold took it from his hand and unscrewed the small cover at the back: "This is a special bullet."
Some white powder poured out of the bullet.
Harold carefully touched some of it with his little finger, put it to his nose and smelled it.
"What is this?"
Sneijder took out a lot of things from his bag.
In addition to guns, there were crosses, candles, and a bottle of water.
Needless to say, it must be holy water.
He smiled bitterly: "Obviously the theme has been decided, it's a haunted house."
At this time, when everyone was astonished, Harold put the powder into his mouth and said with certainty: "It's salt."
"Why do you put salt in salt bullets?
Do you want the wound to hurt after being injected into the human body?"
Muay Thai boxer Basong was stunned.
"This kind of bullet can't even penetrate the skin."
Rudolph also tried it: "It is indeed salt.
The bullet will explode after being fired from the barrel, and it will only cause pain at most."
"It is said that salt can slow down ghosts."
Harold is also a well-informed person: "One of the cases I handled involved this, so I happen to know about it."
"I've also seen movies.
Salt can drive away ghosts."
Reger thought for a while and said, "If you encounter an innocent ghost, find its body, sprinkle it with salt and burn it."
"There is salt."
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Sneijder held up a bag of white, which weighed about two kilograms: "That much salt shouldn't be used for us to cook compressed biscuit batter, right?"
"A cross, holy water, silverware and wooden spikes are all you need to complete a horror movie."
Regel rolled his eyes.
He still knew a little about European and American ghost movies.
"Yes."
Rudolph took the knife he had just taken out of the bag from Sneijder's hand.
The sharp edge reflected the faint light: "This is silver-coated.
Do you need a spiked stake?
I can help you cut one." " Cheng Qianxun rummaged through the bag again: "I don't know if there is yellow mounting paper, realgar, cinnabar, and a Hebrew star, Buddha statue, and Lord Shiva.
That basically contains the ghost exorcism supplies of most of the world's religions." " "No more, that's all."
Sneijder picked up the bag and poured it down: "It should be dead ghosts, no garlic; there should be no Eastern ghosts."
"It would be easy if there are ghosts from the East."
Cheng Qianxun felt more and more that things were getting difficult, and touched his forehead slightly: "Place Zhong Kui and Guan Gong in the room; put two door gods on the left and right on the door, and there are no taboos in the house."
"What else can you tell me, is there anything else that can drive away ghosts?"
Sneijder asked curiously.
Seeing some people looking at him, he explained: "It doesn't matter whether it's Eastern or Western, as long as it's useful."
This is also useful now.
Cheng Qianxun scratched his scalp and thought hard: "To drive away ghosts... scatter beans to drive away ghosts.
It is said that copper coins, swords and wickers can drive away ghosts."
"These things are not available here."
Rudolf walked around the approximately 60-square-meter basement.
There were shelves all around.
On the tall three-story shelves, there were neatly placed items soaked in formalin solution. of specimens.
Basong stayed close to Hogan and mentioned: "It is said that black things are used to drive away ghosts in my hometown."
Now Cheng Qianxun also remembered: "Yes, the blood of black dogs, black chickens, and black cats can ward off evil spirits."
Hearing this, Sneijder frowned: "These things can really ward off evil spirits.
Why do I feel like it's like a dark sect's ritual to summon devils?
Not to mention exorcising ghosts, it can probably summon ghosts even if there are no ghosts."
This is the cultural difference between the East and the West.
Blood has always been a sacrifice to Satan, but in the East it is used to drive away ghosts.
It would be really funny if the current atmosphere wasn't eerie.
"Go up, if you want something black, we have it here."
Rudolph tapped a glass jar with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and there was a crow in it.
Regal, boxer Hogan and Interpol Harold each picked up a bag and everyone prepared to go back.
"Boom...boom..."
The lights above suddenly dimmed and lit, and made a sound.
"What's wrong?"
Muay Thai boxer Basong became frightened.
He was so frightened that he hid half to death from his teammate Hogan at any disturbance.
"Okay, don't be such a bitch."
Mike cursed impatiently: "You are so nervous that you make others nervous too.
It's because the voltage is unstable."
I know the principle, but it still feels scary.
The specimens around seemed to be resurrected at any time in the light and dark, breaking through the glass and rushing towards them with the smell of molten malin all over them.
"Don't scare yourself, let's go quickly."
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Mike put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked upstairs at a brisk pace.
"We still have to move the quilt."
Rudolf also followed: "In fact, doing work can relieve the problem, at least I won't think about it."
Cheng Qianxun continued to hook Sneijder's arm.
It was great to have teammates.
She was happy to rely on others and feel safe.
Under the flickering light, Mike had only walked halfway up the stairs when something happened again.
"Ah, help, ah..."
Basong jumped up like a dog whose tail was stepped on, hugged Hogan who was a head taller than him next to him, and screamed.
"What's wrong?"
Hogan looked at everyone a little embarrassed, and forcefully opened Basong's arms around his waist: "Say it."
"You're such a friend..."
Mike was so angry that he walked down quickly.
He squeezed down the narrow wooden stairs with people standing all the way, pulled the bassong away, and shouted at him: "Sooner or later, I will I was scared of a heart attack by you, not a ghost, so what happened this time?"
Basong's fear was obviously not fake.
If his face was as white just now, his current complexion was definitely not much better than that of a corpse.
His trembling fingers pointed at a place surrounded by specimen racks, and what he pointed out was no exception: "Moving, moving..."
To be continued: