My House of Horrors

Rotten, cramped rooms smell of mold, the top floor seems to leak rain, the house is wet and sealed, making people feel uncomfortable.

The windows were all sealed with boards. Chen Gong checked and found that the boards were new and had only recently been installed.

“This is just a very ordinary room.” The furniture burned has long been thrown away, the house empty and nothing of value has been found.

“Five years have passed, and even if there is evidence, it will not be possible to preserve it in its entirety. ”

He walked out of the house, walking in pitch-black corridors, and the rooms were mostly emptied, mixed with groceries and household garbage, with nowhere to go.

“Domestic garbage usually reflects a person's state of life and personality, and perhaps something can be found in it.” Changing the target, Chen Gong endured a close search for odors, and more than an hour later, he actually found something strange.

“Why are there so many puppet toys in the apartment building? There are no kids in the building. Who are these toys for?” He spent almost two hours going through all the garbage, finding four plush toys back and forth, which he would probably ignore if he wasn't a master of toy design and more sensitive to toys than the groceries in the hallway.

I don't know how long the four toys were thrown here, the surface was covered with stains, some areas were moldy and my fingers could grab a big chunk of plush with a touch.

Chen Gong watched it repeatedly, the doubts became more, the dolls had different shapes, but they came from the same manufacturer.

“Did the guests stay here after the renovation of Ping An Apartment?” Soon, Chen Jing shook his head to deny the idea: “Not to mention the probability of bringing a child into a murderous apartment. Even if he stays with a child, he is unlikely to carry four puppets at the same time. After all, these four doll manufacturers are the same, and the workmanship and style should be years old. ”

The toy market was updated extremely quickly, he was an employee of a toy company before taking over the haunted house, and he knew the situation quite well.

“It's not left by the tenants, but it's left in the house, which is most likely what the apartment used to be.” He made a bold guess: "The original owner of the apartment building had two daughters, and if I expected it to be good, the doll should be theirs. ”

Thinking about it, Chen Song raised another question: “How did the four dolls escape the heist when the water was ruthless and the house and furniture were burned down? ”

“Coincidence? Or... did someone specifically put it in a safe place?” Chen Guo feels he has caught a very important clue: “The only person who can transfer objects in the fire is the murderer himself! But why would he risk protecting four dolls, which are important to him? ”

The pull lock behind the puppet had rusted away, Chen Song ripped it apart directly, and in the stinking cotton flock he found a card, the size of the slap, the lines filled with love, the chant singing straight up: “Put the love letter in the doll? Is it too implicit to confess in this way? ”

He began to make up for the killer's personality. The other party should be an introverted man. I'm sorry to be blunt, so I sent him a doll, hoping that he would come home and open it up again.

With curiosity, Chen Song tore up two more puppets, each with a card, about the same content.

But when he tore the fourth puppet apart, a chill climbed his spine.

There were no white cards in the last puppet, moldy cotton flocks filled with torn notes, and all the notes had only three words on them - fuck you!

Intense love somehow became the most vicious curse, what happened in the middle, Chen Song could not know.

“The words on the note should have been left by the murderer, which is crucial evidence.” He picked out a couple of notes and put them in his pocket, ready to go deeper, and the acoustic light at the corner of the stairs suddenly lit up!

“Someone's coming!” Chen Song panicked. He quickly turned off his flashlight and hid in the adjacent room with several puppets.

The atmosphere dared not go out, hold your breath, Chen Gong hid behind the door, and looked out through the door seam.

Footsteps rang, and a man and woman spoke in the pitch-black corridor.

“We must get that thing out of here without further delay. ”

“The new guest had gone up to the third floor before, and he walked down the stairs and suddenly came back and almost found me. ”

“I know that more and more outsiders have come to the apartment lately, and this thing needs to be disposed of quickly. ”

“Mmm.”

“Call the others, do it together, dig it up tonight and bury it in the back hill. ”

The visitor is wearing an old mine lamp, and through the light, Chen Song can only see clearly. The two people who spoke in the hallway were the landlord and the woman on the ground floor.

“How did they get to the third floor when they didn't sleep late at night?” Chen Song adjusts the angle to make sure that he will not be spotted and stick his body behind the door.

Not long after, all the tattooed men and fat men they had seen in the apartment building came up, not only wrapped themselves tightly, but also carrying tools such as iron brass, sacks, knives, etc.

“What's this about? ”

Several people stood in the corridor, and there seemed to be an argument.

The fat, short man at the end was in a bad mood: "Are you sure you want to do this? Once we dig it up, we'll have our fingerprints all around us, and then we won't be clear. ”

“You think it's clear now?” The landlord glanced at Fatty: “Don't slow down, come and help. ”

“I think we should call the police.” The fat man stood still.

Hearing him say that, the tattoo guy came straight over and grabbed his collar: "Are you crazy? Hit yourself in the muzzle? The first time the police came here, it must have been us. By then, you'll be drunk, driving, hit-and-run, and we'll have to take over the old man's apartment! ”

“Honey, don't be angry.” The woman on the ground floor who lives across the street from the tattoo guy came over: “Everyone has a part in this, no one can run, so let's get to work. ”

“Neither one of us is clean. I finally found a place to stay. If any of you have any other ideas, don't blame me for not recognizing anyone.” The landlord stuffs the iron in his hand to a fat, short man: “Go get it first. ”

“Me?” Fatty's forehead sweated instantly, his face pale for a while, grabbing the iron and slowly moving.

Looking at the abnormal behavior of several people outside the door, Chen Gong felt more and more strange: “What exactly are they going to dig? ”

The chubby man walked to the deepest part of the hall and pushed the clutter to both sides, shaking his hands and lifting the drapes behind the clutter pile under the eyes of the other guests.

It was a thick concrete wall with a woman with a back to the crowd.