My House of Horrors

The driver looked white and smiled dry: "Good luck with that. ”

“Yes, can I turn my phone off now?” Chen Gong revealed a smile of self-righteousness: “It was just a misunderstanding. ”

“That's necessary.” The driver answered proudly, lighting his phone a few times, continued to drive forward for two or three meters, the car walkie-talkie suddenly lit a red light, his fingers touched gently, he didn't speak, and there was a rough noise inside.

“Liu, are you in a private school in West City? I was just wondering how someone was going to run to that place in the middle of the night, and I pulled one of them, and we were pretty close. By the way, what are you sending out in the group? I'm stuck? ”

“All right, all right, drive your car.” Uncle wiped the sweat off his forehead and hung up the walkie-talkie.

“I suppose I was kidnapped? Uncle, what about the most basic trust between people?” Chen Gong picked the eyebrows, and he was afraid to call the cops later: “Stop right here. ”

“Okay!” The driver stopped talking and his calf was still shaking.

Chen Gong checked what was on his body and got out of the car with his back packed. When he closed the door, he looked up and found a line of words scrolling on the display at the top of the taxi - I was hijacked, please call the police!

“You're doing a lot of tricks. ”

Eyes on the taxi flew away similarly, and a dozen seconds later, nearly 100 meters around were trapped in silence.

The sky does not see the stars and moon, as if it were about to rain, the clouds are very low and there is no light at all.

Chen Gong turned on his phone and looked at the time. The agreed deadline was eight minutes away.

“When I was in the car, someone on the walkie-talkie said that he also pulled a man to a private school in West City, and ran in this direction after 1: 00 in the morning. Is it related to me?” He left his mind open, and if it wasn't for the time limit, he would probably be ambushed on either side of the road to see who was behind him first.

“With eight minutes left, I'd better get into school first, get familiar with the terrain, and take the lead.” Near private schools in West City is a wasteland where no light can be seen and only an increasingly narrow road runs through the woods and bushes.

Turning on the flashlight, Chen Gong walked nearly 100 meters along the road and finally came to the front door of this abandoned school.

The chains and fences rusted together and the doors closed, looking through the iron fence, pitch black.

“How do we get in? ”

Chen Gong wandered outside the door for a moment, threw his backpack into the school, then helped him jump up, grabbed the upper edge of the wall, and crossed the wall.

The campus is not so big that you can see the edges at a glance. In the darkness, there are several shadows of pitch-black buildings, like a few lonely watchmen.

The school's sign has been removed. In fact, Chen Song doesn't know what the real name of the school is. He only knows that everyone calls it the West City Private College.

The bushes are bushy and I can't see the road clearly. Something rubs my calves from time to time, and I feel itchy and painful.

“I arrived within the prescribed time frame and the next task was to get inside and find Zhang Ya's red dancing shoes.” Chen Gong took the tool hammer out of his backpack and grabbed the cold hammer handle, which he felt was a lot more solid.

With his cell phone illuminated, Chen Gong walked towards the school without taking a few steps. He suddenly felt wrong, stopped and took a few more steps back.

“Is that my illusion? Why does it feel like your shoulders are being pushed when you're walking into school? Backwards, the back is blocked by a force with some unknown resistance.” He turned his head and looked at his shoulders, and there was nothing there, and he lit his back again, and there was no such thing as an imaginary ghost.

“Has she come? Right next to me? I just can't see her?” Chen Gong struck a chill and really wanted to swing a hammer behind him, but thinking about it, what if Zhang Ya was really behind him, and this hammer smashed over him and pissed each other off?

He's just a lonely, weak, helpless haunted house owner with unimaginable consequences in the wilderness.

“Forget it, let's go in first.” Chen Gong picked up his bag, held his cell phone, and entered the campus with a tool hammer.

The night grew thicker and brighter, with fine rain filaments like cow hair.

“The most likely spots for dancing shoes are the women's dressing room in the dance room and the bedroom where Zhang Ya once lived, both of which need to be spotlighted. ”

Chen Gong walked towards the nearest building, the trees on campus were skewed, the ground was swamped with grass, and there were many sculptures, mostly portraits, which looked a little creepy in the night.

“Girls' apartment? ”

The four-story apartment building is not very tall, but it may have been abandoned for too long, looking gloomy.

The glass door of the apartment was locked with an iron chain and he looked inward on the door.

Dark painted corridors, both doors are tightly closed, and the weirdest part is that there is a chair in the middle of the corridor with a back to the bedroom door.

“A chair is just right in the middle of the hallway? What's the special meaning?” Chen Gong took a small step backwards: “The door to the school and the glass door to the dormitory were all locked and there was no garbage in the hallway, you can see that everything was clean when the school was closed, but why did they lean towards leaving a chair in the middle of the hallway? Is this an obsessive compulsion? ”

“If the chair was left behind by the school, why did they do it? If they didn't, who moved the chair in the middle of the hallway after the door was locked?” Chen Gong pointed his phone at the glass door of the dormitory, and the chair was five meters from the exit, facing a smashed hallway lamp over his head.

“The hallway lights are smashed, the wires are still stretched out, the chairs, the wires, how can this be the same as hanging?” To be honest, after seeing such a strange scene, Chen Song is also playing drums in his heart: “I think I've been thinking too much. ”

He looked around, and the night breeze blew the leaves, and the campus became stranger and stranger after dawn.

“You can't scare yourself. The Red Ghost Zhang Ya is the most horrible existence in this school. I own her love letter. Who dares to do this for me?” Today, Chen Gong can only comfort himself: “This is just a kind of mission. To be honest, it's a special date. There's no need to be nervous, let alone scared. ”

He thrilled himself by talking to himself, and then he grabbed the tool hammer and walked up to the glass door, ready to smash the glass into it, and suddenly his eyes caught a detail.

The chair that was supposed to be facing the hallway lamp was a meter from the hallway lamp, and it seemed to have moved forward.

“Holy shit? ”

Chen Gong is still experiencing this for the first time: “Am I blindfolded? ”