My House of Horrors

Chan Sing looked strange. He remembered Zhang Peng's stubborn eyes and fierce expression on the monitor: “This dude is such a ‘god' opponent! ”

The sound of cutting things in the midnight escape scene did not stop because Zhang Peng entered, nor did the monster in the mirror expect that someone would rush in so straight.

“I can't wait any longer. I want to see the monster in the mirror enter Zhang Peng's body so I can rest assured. ”

After sweeping the surveillance and ascertaining Zhang Peng's position, Chen Guo removed the iron chain from the doctor's coat and threw it on the ground, wearing this bloodstained coat and wearing a human skin mask.

He tried to swing the hammer twice, a feeling of brutality and evil emanating from him.

“How do you feel you're the biggest villain? ”

Grab the keys and the phone, shove the doll in your arms, and Chen Gong grabs the extremely bloody hammer and walks out of the surveillance room.

……

In the midnight escape scene, Zhang Peng felt the knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. He had been preparing for the day for a long time, but who knew that people were worse than God? An accident had just happened when he came in.

It's already over 1: 00 in the morning, and the normal person is definitely in the bedroom even if he hasn't slept at this time. He was excited after seeing the badge in the staff lounge for half a day, and it took him a long time to calm down.

He constantly hinted at himself, aroused hatred in his heart, and finally made up his mind to break into the door with boldness.

After rushing into the lounge, he chopped himself to the bed, pushing too hard, and even hurting himself.

The blade stains the blood, but when he sees that there is no one in the bed at all, the only blood on the bed sheet is still left by himself, except for resentment, there is nothing left to hold, he is more willing to kill, reason has been burned out by anger.

“Destroy the Safe Apartment, put Juan in jail, mind your own business, I'll kill you!” The more Zhang Peng wanted to get angrier, he listened to the cutting noise in the building, like a fly dancing in his ear, and his mood grew more irritable.

He clenched his knife and kept approaching the source of the sound. To prevent detection, he was careful all the way.

“It's very close, right here on this floor!” Zhang Peng protruded from the corridor. He did not have any lighting, and his body was against the wall, entering the corridor on the third floor.

“The ghost house was full of gloom, the roads were as complicated as the maze, and when I killed him, I found somewhere to hide the body, and it was estimated that it would take 10 days and a half months for outsiders to discover it.” His mouth rose and he felt his smile must be cruel now.

“The sound is up ahead! But I'm curious, what's this guy doing in the haunted house all night? Repair props at night?” Zhang Peng bent down and relaxed his body. He wrapped his wound with long sleeves and slowly approached him with a knife.

At the end of the corridor on the third floor, the front door of the midnight escape scene, Zhang Peng saw a blurry shadow.

The figure stood in the middle of the front door with something in his hand and paddled around the door.

“Strange, why didn't he turn on the lights?” Zhang Peng realized that there were some problems when he walked forward, but he did not reflect on the reasons, and his brain was filled with the pleasures of revenge.

As the air grew heavier than ever before, he slowly lifted the knife over his shoulder, his body as if it were a full bow, with the tip of the knife pointing at the black shadow in front of him.

“Go to hell! ”

Full speed raid, Zhang Peng's face twisted, his sharp knife into the shadow!

He already had an exciting smile on his face, but it was only a few seconds after midnight, and that smile was gone.

The sharp knife went right through the shadow's body and stabbed it empty!

Huge inertia caused Zhang Peng to fall on the door, almost flashing his waist.

“What the fuck?! ”

This result is unacceptable to Zhang Peng in any case.

He climbed out of the ground in panic, waving his knife at the air: “Where is man? Where are the people?”

After exerting his best efforts to vent his anger, an emotion that he had never had bred in Zhang Peng's heart.

“I just saw a black shadow stand here on my back! You can't be wrong!” Zhang Peng is not afraid to expose himself at this time. Remove the phone to illuminate the surrounding area. The cross and cross of the wooden door are all fine marks. There are several sharp mirror fragments on the ground: “These are from the dark shadow, I can be 100% sure that there was a man standing here! ”

Why did you lose your blinking kung fu when you were standing alone?

Zhang Peng somehow struck a chill, his heart's anger had been quenched, and some were overwhelmed to look at the dead hallway.

“A person can never suddenly disappear unless… it is not an individual.” When his throat rolls, the light on his phone doesn't give him the slightest sense of security, but makes him panic more, as if all the lights were hidden from him.

“The haunted house owner is not human! There are ghosts in this haunted house!” Zhang Peng's forehead was full of cold sweat and his hands were soaked with sweat. He threw all his revenge and crimes behind his head. He hurried back. Now he just wants to get out of this damn place.

He took his cell phone and ran faster, not paying any attention, and the opening angle of the security door at the entrance was different.

“We'll talk about revenge later, and this place won't stay long.” Covering his arm, Zhang Peng just entered the hallway and a dark shadow hit him behind the door.

“Knock! ”

The broken bone sounded clear and audible. Zhang Peng stared at his soft, unconscious right hand, and his brain was as if it had crashed.

“I'm sorry, I broke it.” Chen Gong walked out the back of the door with an iron hammer, and the brutally creepy human skin mask twisted all sorts of horrible expressions as he spoke: “I was going to smash your shoulder blade. ”

Tranquil tone, as if talking about a trivial little thing, Zhang Peng looked behind the door at Chen Song and felt like he was about to choke!

Why are you so mean? I'm the fucking murderer!

Zhang Peng really wanted to try to resist, but his eyes swept through Chen Singer's blood trough, more than 40 centimetres long iron hammer, holding the sharp knife hands did not listen.

The hammer opens a blood trough, and the hammer still looks like a vertebra! Are you afraid people won't know you're a killer?

Without giving each other more time, Chan Sing's turn hit Zhang Peng's thigh with an iron hammer. He needed someone who was incapable of resisting to act as a container for the monster in the mirror.

“Boom!”

The stair armrest was raw and bent. Zhang Pengzhi hid dangerously. He bled with his hand and was broken with his hand. At this time, where dare he resist? He threw away his knife and ran mad downstairs.

“How dare you? Who gave you the courage to visit my haunted house alone? ”

Grabbing the hammer, Chen Gong followed closely. Both sides ran away and returned to the first floor of the haunted house.