My House of Horrors

Weird fire, disappearing murderer, Chen Song found himself for the first time very talented storyteller, he combined the online news broadcast and his own speculation to basically restore the doomsday case.

“This is how it happened. I visited the murderer's house at night in order to find new material for my horror house, but I found something amazing. Everyone in this apartment building is not normal. I suspect that the murderer was hiding among them five years ago!” Chen Gong extinguished the cigarette and looked at the screen of the phone.

“Interesting, the reality version of the werewolf killer, please give the prophet the floor next. ”

I'm a little blueworm: “The anchor, just make it up, it's the same as it really is. You pull whatever you want, there's a man who believes me to lose. ”

“Fu 'an Apartment, Jiujiang City, I checked the internet and it seems to be true. ”

Heshan: “I believe the anchor. ”

I'm a little blueworm: “Even if the anchor wasn't lying, how did he prove that his room was the house of the year? As he said, the apartment building was burned by fire, can you see the room he lives in, the walls are flat, the ground is clean, all the furniture is intact, does this look like a murderous house? ”

“I will not deceive you in this regard, trying to prove it is too simple.” Chen Gong removed the dresser, took out the fruit knife, and gently scraped off the wall paint in the corner: “The apartment building changed its name after the accident and redecorated inside and outside again, but no matter how it was decorated, some things could not be covered up. ”

He scraped the skin off the wall and revealed the black brick below: "This is one of the evidence that the fire had happened. ”

"No, I'm curious why you bring hammers and knives to hotel stays. Are you trying to impersonate a criminal suspect? ”

“The good walls were scratched and the owner of the apartment was distressed for a second. ”

“More than a night in this apartment? Not even a TV. ”

Chen Gong looked at the barrage for a long time or not: “Gentlemen, can you focus on not drilling so hard? Show me some respect, will you? I'm risking my life on the air right now! ”

All scum men have to die for a coin: “Throw a cent to show respect. ”

With Mizuyu, Chan Gong was helpless. These old drivers were very skinny: "Okay, let's get back to the point. In the apartment building, I met six people, the first of whom was a woman who might be mentally disturbed. She gave me an unnamed smile along the door when I came in. I had no idea who this person was, so I won't discuss it...”

Chen Gong told Mizumi all about the features of the tenants in the apartment building, including his own analysis: “Motivationally, the landlord is the person most likely to be the murderer, but he's limping and walking slowly. In other directions, tattooed men on the ground floor and fat men on the second floor are more likely to be in physical condition. Of course, the women on the ground floor and the skinny Wang Qi are not excluded. ”

The slag men have to die: “You said this round is not to say, I suspect the real killer is an old man in a wheelchair. After all, after the fire, he was the biggest beneficiary. ”

“It is indeed possible that the old man is now paralyzed in a wheelchair, which does not mean that he was paralyzed five years ago. Moreover, the murderer did not use physical struggle to kill, but set fire to it, and the old man is perfectly capable of committing crimes. ”

“Yes, the paralysis of the elderly may also be disguised, most unlikely the murderer, perhaps the murderer. ”

“Actually, I suspect even more about the woman on the ground floor, who smiled at the anchor and should be implying something. Anchor, do you remember the height and size of the lips raised when the woman smiled, let me give you a micro-expressive psychological analysis. ”

“I don't remember...”

The enthusiasm of water friends has been mobilized, and the popularity between broadcasts has begun to grow faster.

Chen Gormer looked at the barrage and did not find any worthwhile statement: “Looks like I need to find more clues myself. ”

He held his phone in front of him: “I did a field trip earlier and found that the first and second floors of this apartment building were completely renovated, but some of the places on the third floor still look like they were five years ago, and I'll go in there and do a careful search to find something useful. ”

“Retain what it was five years ago? Weird. ”

“If the case is unsolved, will the deceased be angry and wandering around? ”

“Night visit to the murderer's house, it's raw! ”

“How can you open a haunted house if you're not strong? I'm telling you, the last time a group of us went to the anchor's haunted house to find a place, two of the bravest people, one of them was scared to cry and one of them was directly scared. ”

“Wait, why are the two bravest people scared like this? What about the chicken? ”

“You're full of shit, coward. Who the hell dares go into his haunted house? ”

“Seems to make sense. ”

Heshan: “Huh. ”

The rhythm of the live broadcast room had slipped away, and Chen Song didn't mind. He put the fruit knife in his pocket, practiced several drawers, then held his phone in one hand and came to the door with a tool hammer in one hand.

This time he learned to be smart and looked out through the door to make sure there was no one in the hallway before pushing the door open gently.

When closing the door, Chen Gong grabbed a piece of his own hair and placed it in the lock so that if someone opened the door when he left, the hair would be stuck deep into the lock hole.

When you're ready, Chen Gong crosses the second floor corridor to the stairwell.

He moves very lightly and does not activate the acoustic lights, but only moves forward with the bright light that comes with his phone screen.

Walking up the stairs, the colors of the walls slowly darkened and there was an odd odor in the air that could not be said.

Coming to the third floor, Chen Gong turned on his own flashlight, and he backed against the wall, concentrating.

The first time he accidentally walked to the third floor, he had seen a blurry shadow flashing through the corridor, which was a personal contour.

“Whether he's a ghost or not, I'll be careful. ”

The light emitted by the phone showed the scene of the murder five years ago. Chen Song looked at the scratches on the wall that had been engraved deep into the wall and couldn't help but grasp the tool hammer in his hand.

The architectural style of the Ping An apartment is unique, with only one entrance and close to the right side of the apartment, which leads to the corridor on the left looking extraordinarily long.

Walk in it, your back is cold, and even if you stick it against the wall, you don't feel safe.

“The fire point, if it's on the third floor, can't be saved at all, so the third floor is probably where the killer didn't visit.” Chen Gong walked in a pitch-black hallway with his cell phone. The doors on both sides were half open, and many deformations had been burned.

Avoiding the accumulation of debris on the ground, Chen Gong walked into the closest room to him.