My House of Horrors

“Shall we take a look inside? ”

Chen Guo held the tool hammer and felt like a cat grabbed it. He really wanted to break down the door and see what it said on the paper.

“There was a post on the campus bar that said that five students had gone to Twilight High School to test their guts, and they played a fairy game in the last classroom. Would the paper and pen on the table be left behind? ”

Chen Gong thought about it and felt unlikely. According to the description in the post, five students played until they found two more people. They were scared to almost collapse and panicked to leave the classroom. In the process, they would definitely encounter the tables and chairs in the classroom. But the tables and chairs in the classroom are neatly arranged at this time, and it doesn't look like anyone has been in or out.

“Of course, it is not ruled out that after their departure, the tables and chairs have been reorganized, or that all five of them have been replaced, and five ghosts have come out of the classroom. ”

Thinking about it, Chen Gong dropped the tool hammer, and he thought it would be safer to leave the classroom in the end.

Leaving the teaching building, Chen Gong came to the door of the dormitory building.

The dilapidated second floor small building, few rooms, he turned half a day to find a painted iron card in the hallway, the text on it was blurred, to the effect that there were girls living on the second floor, and the boys stopped.

“This school is really ugly. ”

Removing the raincoat hat, Chen Guo wiped the water that had penetrated his collar. He was about to go inside, his phone vibrated, and someone called.

He looked at the call and said, "Heshan? ”

“Boss, I gave your phone number to your sister, and she said she'd call you when her dad got home. ”

“Okay. Anything else? ”

“It's not a big deal. That Qin Guang has already been broadcast. Are you sure you don't want to go check it out? He asked the actor to pretend to be the murderer next door, the whole opening was imitating you, even the reasoning was the same as yours, I was lazy to throw up. ”

“Let him play. I'll be on the air soon. Remember to come to the show. ”

“Shit! You're on!” Heshan's tone was raised and he looked very excited.

Chen Song also felt that the audience was so excited, it was a very happy thing: “It's been a long time since I've broadcast it. I'm ready to play something exciting this time. ”

There was no sound over the phone, and it took a few seconds to hear footsteps. Heshan seemed to run all over the bedroom with slippers, beating the bed plate one by one: “Get up and watch the live broadcast! Life and death again today! ”

Heshan was very enthusiastic, but Chen Song on the phone always felt weird listening to him.

Hanging up the phone, Chen Song turned on the short video software. Qin Guang's murder house was broadcast live on the front page. He went in to see it for a while. The other party was a team operating. There was a special people camera. Qin Guang was only responsible for reasoning and finding clues.

Nothing else, just the quality of the live broadcast is going to crush Chen Song, people are really well prepared.

“Six hundred and eighty thousand, if this is a propaganda campaign for my horror house, then the next day visitors won't be able to squeeze out the gates of the paradise? ”

Live broadcasts and short videos are the only propaganda means for Chen Song now. Qin Guang's head chart also shows Chen Song a path. As long as he can be big, maybe one day the platform will also smash all resources and channels to dedicate him.

“Don't rush, take your time, set yourself a small goal, live through the night. ”

Chen Gong left Qin Guang's live broadcast room and opened his own live broadcast. He was in the wilderness, the signal was terrible, the live broadcast scene was blurred, sometimes the bullet screen would still jam, and there was no reaction for half a day.

“Although the quality of my live broadcasts is poor, my live broadcasts have content, compared to Qin Guang, which is a thousand autumns each...”

He couldn't even see the screen, and Chen Song couldn't communicate with Mizuyu. He briefly introduced Twilight High School with his phone, and then stopped following the live broadcast.

After a half-day spin on the first floor of the dormitory building, Chen Guo came to the second floor with a tool hammer.

“Doesn't the girls' bedroom look like the boys' bedroom? ”

Textbooks and garbage were piling up in the room, and when the school stopped, much of the stuff in the bedroom building had not been cleaned up.

Chen Gong turned on his flashlight and looked patiently. As he passed the fourth bedroom on the second floor, he suddenly found four chairs lined up in the middle of the bedroom, with several blank papers and a ballpoint pen on the chair.

“The paper and pen are new and do not fit with anything else in the bedroom and should have been put in later. ”

This is the second time Chen Gong has seen a brand new pen and paper, he always feels that these two things are wrong.

The rusty lock was just set, and Chen Guo smashed it a few times, and the bedroom door opened.

The smell of mold came up, and he covered his nose and walked to the front of the chair, looking at the flattened white paper.

There are four blank sheets of paper, and the first one says, “When will I die? ”

The second piece of blank paper says, "How am I going to die? ”

The third piece of blank paper says, "Who's next to die? ”

The fourth blank piece of paper is blank, nothing.

“Pencil fairy game? ”

Chen Gong searched the house to see if he could find any remaining information. Unfortunately, the interval was too long, and many things were already incomplete.

The search was fruitless, and Chan Song put his eyes on the blank paper in the middle of the house: “No one can explain the exact reason for the Pen Fairy game, but I've seen some stories. They say that people's bodies are shaking lightly anytime, anywhere because of breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, etc. Without professionally trained people, you will definitely feel uncomfortable moving when your arms are in the same position for a long time, which is an instinctive reaction of the body and has nothing to do with the pencil fairy. “

Chen Gong anchored the phone he was broadcasting live to the bed, making sure the lens captured itself and four chairs side by side.

“Twilight Secondary School completed all four subordinate assignments, which is 100% completion of the trial assignment, let's start with this. ”

He turned around and closed the dormitory door, standing alone in the house, tangled for three or four minutes, sat on the ground and grabbed the ballpoint pen.

Tell yourself not to panic, Chan Song puppets on the chest, then grip the pen with his right hand, grab the tool hammer with his left hand and start trying the pencil fairy game.

He remembers the game of the students in the sticker bar, his arms lifted gently, his pen held upright, his pen tip touched white paper, his eyes closed, his mouth began to read: “Pencil fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life, if you want to come and paint circles on paper. ”

After reading it, Chen Song tried to calm himself down. His hands hovered over the paper and his body was still motionless.

The heavier the rain outside the windows, the darker the campus at night, the hidden begins to change.

The smell of mold in the dormitory diminished, and the cold wind from somewhere blew blank paper on the chair. Not long later, Chen Sing opened his eyes violently, and he felt that someone had just grabbed his hand.

Without resistance, Chen Gong stared at his right hand, holding the hammer in his left hand, ready to pass.