Chapter 67

As soon as Yang Huai'an looked up, he saw Zheng Quzhi's strangeness. He couldn't help but look up from his eyes. After a few seconds, he also changed his face: "where are the team leaders?!!"

"Gone." Zheng Quzhi's legs are shaking, but Wei Yan on his back is still cold all over his body, which will only send him some coldness, which makes him more flustered.

Seeing Zheng Quzhi's face full of fear, Yang Huai'an remembered that he was a policeman. He quickly got up and stood beside Zheng Quzhi. He patted him soothingly and said, "don't worry, I'll take you out with this Mr. Wei!"

I believe you have the ghost.

Zheng Quzhi held back this sentence and did not say it. He took a deep breath of headache and squeezed the mobile phone used for lighting in his hand. He said faintly: "let's go and see if we can catch up with them."

Maybe they will wait for them in front of them when they find that they are missing?

"Where's the walkie talkie?" Yang Huaian grabbed Zheng Quzhi's arm and asked.

Zheng Quzhi was stunned and then touched his pocket. Empty pocket, Zheng Qu know eye skin a jump, look at Xiangyang Huai'an: "disappeared?"

"It's gone." The result of his carelessness is very bad.

Yang Huai'an took a deep breath, but still raised a smile: "it's OK, group leader, they should not have gone far, we can certainly catch up with them if we go faster."

But it turns out that Zheng Quzhi is still too optimistic. After climbing for a long time, the stairs suddenly stopped and became a wall with only a small door at the corner.

Two words on the second floor were painted on the wall with red paint, revealing a strange atmosphere.

A piece of paper was pasted on the door, and the red font was quite penetrating.

"Please follow the clues and find the stairs leading to the third floor."

A few words, but let Zheng Quzhi some absent-minded. This haunted house is a mixture of several elements. Elements like escape have been popular for a long time. It's no surprise that they appear here.

But it's not just about escape games. It's tricky to be careful of the dirt.

Zheng Quzhi put Wei Yan aside against the wall, put his hand to his mouth and yelled: "police Comrade!"

If they are on the same floor, the three policemen should be able to hear them easily. But even if he opened his mouth and roared, there was only his own echo in the floor.

Zheng Quzhi's heart sank.

Sure enough, it's the dirty stuff that's making trouble. Otherwise, how could the group leader Shi leave them first.

"They don't seem to be here." Yang Huai'an white face, no initial that kind of sunshine breath.

"It's OK. We can go to the police when we find the door on the third floor." Zheng Quzhi comforts a way, in fact the heart has no bottom at all.

There are four policemen around me. What can I do? I'm not stuck here. I don't have a solution.

The only hope is Wei Yan. Unfortunately, Wei is like a sleeping beauty, sleeping peacefully.

"Shall we look for clues? You go this way, I'll go there. " Yang Huai'an nodded, and a light came up in his eyes: "the design in the haunted house should be very simple. After all, it's just a place for people to play. It must be easy to find it."

"No, don't act alone." Zheng Quzhi shook his head and refused. He was a body of Yin Qi and could not act alone. I can't say that the dirty things hidden in the dark are waiting for him alone.

Yang Huai'an thought for a while and agreed: "well, let's go together."

Zheng Quzhi then carried Wei Yan on his back and followed Yang Huai'an to the first room.

The door of the first room was dilapidated, and a wooden card was dangerously hanging on the door. Yang Huai'an took a deep breath, twisted the knob and opened the door.

Touching the wall at the door, Yang Huai'an found the switch. He was about to turn on the light when he suddenly covered himself with something on the back of his hand, and the cold and overcast atmosphere suddenly spread all over his body.

Yang Huai'an only felt that his scalp would explode. Zheng Quzhi behind him seemed to notice something. His tone was tense: "what's the matter?"

Yang Huai'an didn't speak. Now he is the only policeman here. He doesn't think he can be too coy. Gripping his teeth, he ignored the cold touch on the back of his hand and flicked the switch on.

Unexpectedly, the lights here are very bright.

Two people subconsciously squint, and then open his eyes, Yang Huaian almost immediately looked at his hand. There was nothing there. Yang Huai'an was relieved and pulled up a smile: "what ghosts come from in the world, they frighten themselves."

The voice did not fall, see Zheng Quzhi staring at his hand, a dull face. Yang Huai looked at his eyes in Anshun and saw that his original nail polish was suddenly painted red.

The dazzling red is hard to ignore.

Yang Huai'an's face changed, subconsciously shook his hand, and suddenly reflected how this could be thrown off. For a moment, his face became pale and ugly.

looked at the movements of Comrade Yang, and Zheng Quzhi felt that he wanted to laugh, but he still resisted. He just made a calm cough and comforted, "nothing, just a nail polish."This sentence also did not know whether to comfort Yang Huai'an or himself, but was not comforted. His face was white, and he scraped the bright red nail polish off his lips.

Zheng Quzhi went in with his back on his back. As soon as he stepped in, he was sensitive to find that the temperature inside was lower. You don't have to guess. There must be dirt in it.

Who knows his hind foot just landed, the door slammed heavily shut. Yang Huai'an did not care what he had on his hands and immediately went to knock the door.

But no matter how he tossed, the door didn't move.

Zheng Quzhi carefully put Wei Yan down, looked at the room for a long time, and finally said to Comrade Yang: "don't waste your energy, let's see if we can wake up Mr. Wei?"

He and Xiaoyang police are both rookies who don't know anything. Although they are qualified for life, they are not safe after all. It is the key to wake Wei Yan.

Smell speech, Yang Huai'an is annoyed to kick the foot door, some frustrate. He approached Zheng Quzhi, squatted down with Zheng Quzhi and looked at the handsome man. He said, "Zheng Quzhi, is he really a master of catching ghosts?"

"Well." When Comrade Xiaoyang suddenly spoke to him in such a close tone, Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a moment and then nodded quickly.

Zheng Quzhi pinched Wei Yan's face, pulled it out and called him in a low voice: "Mr. Wei! Mr. Wei

If he doesn't wake up again, Zheng Quzhi really doesn't know what to do.

"Pinch people." Yang Huai'an said and then stretched out his hand, pinched in the eyes of the men on the people. But for a long time, I didn't even have any reaction.

Wei Yan didn't wake up, but the dirty things in the room moved.

Zheng Quzhi was the first to find a "person" in the room. He just looked up and saw a girl in white quietly watching them in the corner of the room.

After a few seconds of cardiac arrest, Zheng Quzhi's hands trembled slightly.

The ghost was not terrible. She was in a white dress with long black hair. Half of her face was gray and blue. Her eyes were white, because she hung her head, and there were no maggots on her face.

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