My House of Horrors

Fatigue, numbness and weakness were Chen's first impressions of Wang Qi.

The two men staggered, and Chen Gong returned to him what he had just picked up from the ground. The man said thank you softly.

This is the first time he talks, his voice is dull, and it doesn't sound very clear.

“You're welcome, it's just a small matter. ”

Chen Gong newspaper smiled and followed the lame man to the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor appeared wetter and darker, with spider webs tied to the corners, and walls streaked, seemingly scratched with a carving knife.

The lame man led Chan Song to the end of the long corridor before stopping. He opened the door of the room at the deepest end of the corridor and took a long string of keys out of it: “Stay for fifty bucks a night and pick your room on the second floor. ”

“Isn't 50 too expensive? ”

“Thousands of meters around here, I'm the only one in the apartment, and I'll charge you fifty less.” When a crippled man talks, the eyeballs always roll back unintentionally, as if they were looking at something.

“Okay, but why can't we just pick a room on the second floor and no one on the first and third floors? ”

“Why do you have so many questions? You can't live, you can't live!” The lame man took fifty bucks from Chan Singer and stuffed him with a key: “The key had a door number affixed to it and he went to find it. ”

When he finished, he went into the house. At the moment when the door closed, Chan Sing heard an old man whimpering, as if the meal was stuck in his throat.

Chen Qingyin felt something was wrong, reaching out and pressing the door lock: “Wait a minute. ”

“What's wrong now?” The lame man has a bad tone and can be heard to be a little annoyed.

Chen Gong looked inwardly along the door. The rental house was not large. In addition to the lame man standing at the door, there was an elderly man sitting on a wheelchair with his back to the door. The voice just came from his mouth.

“I'm a little thirsty. Do you guys sell water and drinks? ”

“No!”

“And angry with the money, why are you so angry...”

The door slammed, closing heavily, and Chen Gong felt stranger and stranger standing alone at the door.

“The normal apartment building, the reception must be at the main entrance, but the reception of the apartment is hidden in the deepest corridor on the second floor.” He looked at the key in his hand and there was a lot of doubt in his mind: “Why can't people live on the first and third floors? Who's the old man who lives with the landlord? ”

The key has a 208 number on it, which coincidentally corresponds to the room next to the slopefoot man.

“Never mind, let's just go in and talk about it.” I've been running for over two hours and Chen Song is a little tired.

He opened the door and a slight smell of mold blew out, the house should be empty for a long time, the furniture was covered in dust, the sheets were damp and uncomfortable to touch.

“Can this bed sleep?” Before Chen Gong could get here, he had to put his bag down and heard a crisp bang coming from the next room, as if his job had been broken.

He closed the door and eavesdropped on the wall. Soon there came the curse of a lame man, probably because he was too angry. The lame man had a dialect or two in the process of insulting him, and he didn't sound like a local.

The old man whimpered and couldn't speak, and the lame man scolded for a few minutes before stopping, and then, quite unusually, the volume of the TV next door suddenly got louder.

“What's going on? Why are you turning up the TV?” Chan continued listening for a few minutes, but because the TV volume was too loud, he had nothing to gain, so he had to do it: “Forget it, I should worry about my own business. It's supposed to be a sleepless night. ”

Chen Gong threw his backpack on the dresser and took the fruit knife out of it and hid it in his pocket: “The complaint message on the used room website said that there was blood behind the walls of the room, and that he could smell a stench every late at night, so he suspected the place to be a murderous house. But I searched the internet for information about all the peaceful apartments, and I didn't find out which one of the murders occurred in this apartment building. ”

It is clear that Ping An Apartment can be chosen as the venue for the trial mission by a black mobile phone, and that there must be a hidden secret.

He hid the fruit knife, took out the multifunction tool hammer, knocked and punched, checked every corner of the room, but still found nothing.

This is a very ordinary room, not too unusual, apart from the shabby and appalling.

“The host initially asked me to pick a room only on the second floor, indicating that there shouldn't be a problem with the room on the second floor, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to rent it out. If you want to find something, you have to go to the first or third floor to see it.” The trial mission started at 11: 00 pm, and now it's more than three hours away. Chen Gong didn't want to waste his time. He put away the tool hammer and walked lightly to the door.

Holding the door lock in his hand, Chen Guo just pulled the door in half and suddenly stopped.

He was sweating in the palms of his hand and the cool air was pouring.

The lame man is standing outside the door! I don't know how long I've been here!

The other party also did not expect Chen Guo to open the door suddenly, the two people were surprised by a half open door.

“Landlord, what are you doing out front of my door?” Chen Song doesn't look well, and he's finding the landlord more and more troublesome.

“Didn't you say you were thirsty? I'm here to give you this.” The crippled man put the warm bottle in his hand in front of Chen Gongmen, and his expression was somewhat unnatural.

“Thank you.” Chen Song didn't break a bit, so he brought the warm bottle into the house: “Are you all right? ”

“It's all right, get some rest.” The lame man glanced at the house as if he had spoken to himself and added: “There are no lights in the hallway, it's dark at night, you better not wander around. ”

He turned around and left, waiting for him to return to his room, shut the door, and Chen Song was relieved.

“The landlord is ugly, grumpy, unspeakable, and, although a little handicapped, physically strong enough to easily overthrow the middle-aged.” Chen Gong did not understand the reasoning, he only started to think based on the murderous films he had seen before: "Born limp, he was bullied since childhood, leading to the possibility of extreme self-esteem in his heart. When this emotion reached a certain level, it distorted the idea that the outbreak produced destruction for others and self-destruction. Goddamn it, he seems to have all the character traits of a homicidal maniac! ”

Chen Gong dropped the warm bottle and he was trying to think about a question: “If the host is really a homicidal maniac, aren't I supposed to be in the murder house and be a neighbor to the murderer all night? ”

When I think of it, Chen Gong feels numb in the scalp, and that old pervert could even stand in front of his room all night! Even worse, he's the landlord and he should have a spare key for the whole room!