Su Qin'er widened her eyes and stared at the group of young people blankly, her mind was blank.

The location is definitely correct, but everything she saw and heard after entering the door was completely different from the information she had inquired before.

Then the answer is self-evident.

Fan Ru stomped her feet in annoyance, rushed to the gate quickly, pressed her hands on the handle and pushed them hard.

But the door that the ticket seller easily opened not long ago seemed to be locked at this moment.

No matter how Fan Ru pushes it, it is as hard as a wall and completely unshakable.

Her eyes were red. After experiencing the affairs of Ge Hong's family, she knew the methods of ghost children.

And now this one is definitely stronger than the one in the Ge Hong family.

She picked up the chair on the ground regardless of scruples and smashed it wildly at the door, one after another.

But the more you hit, the less your strength is, because the door affected by supernatural power will not change due to her actions.

Fan Ru was already in her own panic world. The door couldn't be opened, so she went to smash the window.

Although, the results will not change.

Su Qin'er looked at everything she did as if she was ashes, and her body shivered like a sieve.

"I came to the right place and the store name is correct, so why did this change occur?

Is everything in front of you false?”

Compared to Fan Ru's brainlessness, she only knows how to go straight. Although Su Qiner is even more timid, she still learns to think.

She glanced across the room, everything here was so real.

The most direct evidence is the three young people.

At this moment, they were still watching Fan Ru's crazy behavior like they were watching a lunatic, whispering one by one, and disgusting them all.

Su Qiner didn't care about their comments, but just felt her mind was even more confused.

"If we are now in a false space organized by the ghost child, these three young people must be real.

But they had heard before that the Tangren Wax Museum was a horror museum.

We and them, one of these two sides made a mistake…”

When Su Qin'er thought of this, her face became even more embarrassed because she couldn't figure out what was happening.

At this time, Fan Ru returned from the door with red eyes, threw the chair down in a deflated manner, and kept chanting two words:

"It's over...it's over..."

Su Qin'er looked at the two tickets in her hand. The information on it was very routine and nothing unique.

Apart from the name and business time, there is only a string of store manager's contact number.

She took out her cell phone and dialed the series of phones unwillingly, but the feedback she received was an empty number.

Fan Ru looked at the two tickets in Su Qiner's palm with hatred, rushed up and grabbed them, tearing them to pieces.

Su Qin'er was startled by her sudden agitation, but when she realized that the ticket had been destroyed long ago.

"What are you doing? There may be a clue to life!"

"Is there a big clue? You're still daydreaming there!

If you listen to my abandonment of this investigation, how could we both be trapped in this ghost place!”

Fan Ru was hurt by a ghost, so she never dared to face those things again. Now she can only turn fear into anger and point it at Su Qiner.

Su Qin'er had a gloomy face and no longer said a word. She just stared at the torn tickets under Fan Ru's feet.

At this moment, the three young men at the entrance suddenly took action.

"Hey? It seems that the last batch has ended. Look at the indicator light on the wall turning green."

"What are you waiting for? Go in quickly."

"Let's go, stay away from those two madmen, don't let them keep up."

The entrance is a narrow path, blocked by a curtain with strange patterns, and only some red light can be seen overflowing.

Green indicator lights are embedded on the wall, flashing, as if waiting for people to enter.

When Su Qin'er turned her head, the three young men had disappeared from their sight, leaving only the curtain swaying gently.

She looked along the bottom of the curtain at the red light in the unknown scene, with hesitation flashing in her eyes, and then turned into a courageous.

"Sister Fan, we can't go out anymore, so we can only enter the museum to see if there is any possibility of finding a way out."

Fan Ru's eyes immediately glared. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to continue cursing, but she held it back in resentment.

Because she herself knew very well that the ghosts trapped them here and asked them to visit the museum.

It is useless to wait at the door, and the road to life must be inside.

If you don’t go in, you will be destined to be unable to get out for the rest of your life.

Of course, she also knew very well that the way to live is inside, and the way to die is inside...

...

Dark red light shines on a human face and creates some visual blur.

Walking quietly in the silent corridor, the closed black iron doors on both sides reflect flowing light, with a poor field of view, but it definitely has a sense of substitution.

The young man wearing a baseball cap took off the hat and took it to his palms and kept flashing. He stretched his collar uncomfortable.

"Xiao Mo, do you feel a little boring here..."

Xiaomo is already wearing thin enough, but now she has also opened the zipper of the jacket to reveal the pure white base shirt inside.

She watched from side to side, her ponytail shaking behind her head: "It's not only stuffy, but also very hot."

The other person besides him is a tall short-haired man.

He glanced at the red light above his head indifferently, spat, and said roughly:

"Look at how perfunctory the decoration is, it is even more impossible to turn on the air conditioner for you.

What is the only horror-themed wax museum in the city, I'm already starting to disappoint.”

"Old Ma, don't worry, maybe this is their style.

You can see the introduction of the wax figure inside the door here.”

The man in the baseball cap did not lose his mood due to the stuffiness. He was standing in front of a door and shouting at Xiao Mo and Lao Ma.

Xiao Mo walked quickly, stood beside him, blinking his beautiful eyes, pointing to the sign on the door, and pronounced word by word:

"Identity: Prisoner No. 2; Crime: Killing and sewing corpses; arrest time: July 13, 2010;"

As she chanted, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she unconsciously grabbed the corner of the man in the baseball cap:

"Brother Kobayashi, here isn't it just a prisoner who is locked in murderous people and sews corpses..."

Brother Kobayashi scratched his head with the brim of his hat, and looked at the black iron door shining with red light, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It’s not that it’s fear, but that it’s a little stimulating pleasure.

"Xiao Mo, don't be too immersed in the play. It's not a prisoner, it's just a wax figure."

Lao Ma has been not interested in this kind of horrifying game since he was waiting, and it seems that he was pulled by these two people.

"Then look?"

Brother Kobayashi tentatively reached out his hand.

Xiaomo stood beside Lao Ma with some retreat, looking up at the introduction card that was constantly shining by the red light.

Crunch...

The door was not locked and was pushed open with a slight force.

Some sweat broke out in Brother Kobayashi's palms. He has played in many escape rooms and adventure houses, etc., and has experienced many more terrifying places than decoration here.
Chapter completed!