pale

is the main theme of this single door.

despair

On the door, there were scratches stained with dark red blood.

It looks like...a human fingernail, scratches made in despair.

bloody

The handprint of dark red blood, which had condensed into clots and was almost black, was imprinted on the door handle. It seemed as if the dried blood clots would fall off at the slightest touch.

It's just...why do such traces appear outside the door?

Someone wants to escape through the door out of despair?

…

…

"Gudu." Lin Yimao swallowed, and looked back at the four women who were following closely behind him, and then at the two bodyguards hanging ten meters behind him in the distance.

Obviously, they will not interfere with this filming.

…

Carefully avoiding the blood stains, he put his finger on the door handle and went down.

"Squeak..."

Following the frightening sound, Lin Yimao used no force at all, and the door opened from the outside in.

A chill and a pungent smell of formalin blew out from inside along with the constant cold wind.

…

It was pitch black.

Like a devil that chooses people to devour, it opens its huge black hole-like mouth.

"o...oppa..."

Yoona, who had been clamoring to protect Lin Yimao just now, almost pressed against Lin Yimao's body and grabbed the corner of his clothes with her little hands.

Lin Yimao lowered his head and glanced at the camera and microphone on his shoulder...

All I can say is that I can’t retreat now even if I want to…

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man suppressed the fear in his heart, and the deep voice from his chest made the women feel at ease.

"follow me."

After saying that, he pulled Lin Yuner from behind to him.

Lin Yuner:???

Then, Lin Yimao pushed her carefully and walked inside...

…

…

After the five people entered the door, before Wuliangye and vodka could catch up, the door squeaked shut again!

The two of them looked at Jiro Abarai who was standing not far away with vigilance!

"Distance, distance... please wait a moment, both of you." Abarai Jiro stretched out his hand and took a step back with a smile: "Don't worry, you two, you just want to receive the task at the door and have not officially entered the haunted house yet."

"After official entry, we will let you two in..."

…

…

“Squeak—bang!”

After the door was closed, the whispers in my ears disappeared instantly.

There were only the sounds of a few people breathing increasingly heavier around him.

Lin Yimao's heart trembled and he looked back.

It's just that it's pitch black all around, with no light source...

At the tip of my nose, the smell of perfume on the girls has long been washed away by the smell of formalin!

Lin Yimao suddenly thought of a question.

The wind... blows from the inside out...

The door... opens automatically from the outside in...

Here, everything is weird!

…

"Next...how to go?"

The five people did not dare to act rashly.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

A TV hanging on the wall illuminates a small area in front of it,

On the TV, the dense snowflakes showed something strange.

Although there was light, the atmosphere became increasingly ominous.

"Squeak~"

On the TV, the screen jumped.

Black and white colors.

Several doctors wearing white clothes, masks, protective glasses, and hoods gathered around a single hospital bed.

He was holding tweezers, scalpels, syringes and other instruments in his hands, and his body was covered in blood...

On the hospital bed, the patient whose entire chest and abdomen had been cut open looked extremely miserable.

If you observe carefully, you can see that the patient's feet are still twitching with the doctor's movements.

Is this treating people?

It must be murder!

Lin Yimao was about to look away.

The camera suddenly moved to the right, and four other beds appeared in the operating room.

The corpses above are all covered with white cloth, but the covering is not very tight. Some of them reveal their feet with only bones left, some of them reveal their bloody hands that are still dripping with blood, and some of them reveal their heads with their eyes gouged out.

…

"vomit……"

No one knew who was behind him, and he let out a sound of retching.

Although it is broadcast on black and white TV, it can still remind people of the cruel and disgusting scenes.

"squeak……"

The scene changed again.

But it turned black.

The entire space began to fall into darkness again.

In front of his eyes, a blood-red stroke was drawn, as if his fingers were written with blood.

Stroke by stroke.

It was suffocatingly quiet.

"Welcome to the rich emergency hospital"

Lin Yimao read it word by word.

Nine blood-red characters appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the invisible bloody finger wrote again: "Your tasks are on the table."

"Only when you have completed your task can you leave."

…

After the subtitles were finished, a reddish light suddenly lit up in the room.

Not dazzling, but very weird.

Desk? Task?
To be continued...