My House of Horrors

“What are you talking about? Why don't I get it?” Dr. Gao was scorched by the Mennan affair, and some of it didn't keep up with Chen Song's rhythm.

Actually, it's no wonder Dr. Gao, only Chen Gong knows the tips of the black phone, and the most critical clue to the whole trial mission is the name of the task - the room of three people.

Chen Gong wouldn't reveal anything about the black phone to anyone, so he didn't explain it to Dr. Gao and walked to the door of the cab alone.

Mennan kept repeating the same dream, which was the deepest scene in his memory - washing his hair. The dream itself is not a nightmare, Mennan said himself during the day in paradise, the first time he dreamed of it, he did not feel scared, he began to panic after the man was getting closer.

In that case, it was the man who really threatened Mennan.

This was also mentioned in Mennan's description of the dream, where he was not harmed during the washing of his hair, but when the strange man came, he felt hostile. The strange man walked up to him in his last dream and strangled him, which obviously hurt him.

By contrast, problems are more noticeable. Three people in the house, apart from Mennan, two others, one to protect him and one to harm him.

The washing of hair in the dream heralds dust removal and filth in Zhou Gong's dream. Mennan's dream is likely to be a reminder to him, ask him to take precautions, the danger is slowly approaching!

After learning about Mennan's past, Chen Gong felt that the person who bailed him out in the room should be his mother.

His father had been away for years and his mother and son were dependent on each other, so there was absolutely no reason for the mother to harm him.

As for the person who wanted to harm him, he should be the former resident of 303 rooms in the apartment building.

When he first entered the Heming apartment, Chen Gong found the corridor railing with a red rope and a special knot, which is a very traditional means of wiping out evil. From that time on, Chen Guo thought there might be something really dirty in this apartment building.

Combined with the conversation with Uncle 301 Dirt before entering Mennan's room, as well as the task tips given by the black phone, Chen Song confirmed his guess even more.

“In order to know the identity of the man in the dream and to help Mennan completely relieve her, you have to go into room 303 and take a look, and this is the task of the black phone itself.” Dream killer, the dirty things in room 303 are definitely not the good kind, most likely the same monster in the mirror that Chen Song saw before.

“Again with those monsters.” People divide good from evil, and ghosts do the same. Chen Song will never be soft against these filthy things.

“Uncle 301 said that after 303 died, there were no more tenants, and that the filthy things stuck in the apartment building were probably the ghosts of the deceased.” Among the types of ghosts that Chen Gong has seen, the lowest level is sadness. This kind of thing doesn't have much power, it's just a residual will. A little smaller than the sadistic one, and a little stronger is the monster in the mirror. He estimated the strength of what was inside the apartment building, much like the monster in the mirror.

“I was not afraid of anyone, now so many people together, cheerful, let alone afraid of ghosts.” Chen Gong walked up to Mennan and asked about the room the landlord lived in, then opened the door to room 304 and left.

He dodged a bunch of clutter in the hallway, came to the first floor and tapped on the door of room 101.

Not long later, a fat woman in her 50s opened the door, and she looked up and down at Chen Gong: “Want to rent a house? ”

“Well, my friend lives in 304, and I want to rent the 303 next to him. ”

“303 Not rented, change room. ”

“The room is obviously empty. Why can't you rent it?” Chen Gongshen asked.

“There are available rooms on the fourth floor, if you don't want to change them, forget it.” The woman closed the door directly without giving Chan Song a chance to speak.

“Did she have a bad temper herself, or did I mention a taboo, and it looks like 303 is a big problem.” The landlord would never talk about such things as people dying in the apartment building. Chen Gong changed his mind and went back to the third floor and knocked on the door to room 301.

The TV turned off, and the sloppy middle-aged man with a strong alcoholic smell opened the iron door: “How is it you again? ”

“Dude, can I talk to you for a second?” Chen Guo took a hundred bucks out of his pocket and plugged it in.

The middle-aged man grabbed the money and looked at the Chan song a lot: “What is it? ”

“I'd like to know more about what happened in room 303. ”

“303?” The middle-aged man did not dare to speak in the hallway and told Chan Song to do it, prompting him to go inside and say it.

All sorts of things in a narrow rental house have been thrown out of the ground and there is no place for even a foot down.

After closing the door, the middle-aged man turned up the TV volume at random, which was why he said: "You son of a bitch can do something. I can't hurt you just because you want to. Take your friend with you. Not everyone can live in this place. ”

“What do you mean? Is there any taboo in this apartment building? ”

“It really has to do with the room 303 next to it.” The middle-aged man grabbed a bottle from the table, didn't know when to open it, and poured it hard: “Do you know the name of the person who used to live in that room? ”

“How do I know that?” Chen Gong endured the alcohol smell of middle-aged people and didn't know if they were drinking too much and talking nonsense.

“The man's name is Wang Heiming. He built this apartment building. ”

“But I saw that the landlord was a woman in her fifties. ”

“That's his ex-wife.” The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Song and told him not to interrupt himself: “Wang Haiming made a lot of money and abandoned his ex-wife to marry another woman who could not explain her origins. Less than a few years later, the woman took away all Wang Heiming's money, and sent Wang Heiming to a mental hospital. Finally, his ex-wife looked at him and took him out, giving him a room, room 303. ”

“Has Wang Heiming been to a mental hospital?” When I heard this, Chen Gong remembered the tips on the black phone - he came from the third ward.

“Yeah, whether it was true or false madness when Wang Heiming went in, he was really different from normal people when he got out of there. ”

“How is it different?” Chen Song is curious.

“Let me give you a very simple example.” The middle-aged man pointed to his head: “Wang Heiming often smashed his head against the wall in the middle of the night, feeling like something was running into his head, tearing his heart open and screaming, fighting with himself. Sometimes the touching head bleeds out or stops, no one can stop it, and eventually the police have to come to him to control it. ”