My House of Horrors

“Hit the wall with your head? Looks like there's something in your head? ”

Chen Gong pondered the words of a middle-aged man and thought that Wang Heiming's symptoms were really similar to Zhang Peng's.

Both may have been possessed by dirty things, except that Zhang Peng voluntarily joined forces with dirty things, while Wang Heiming chose to struggle to resist.

Midnight is the most gloomy time of the day and the most active time for dirty things, which also explains why he always gets sick in the middle of the night.

Chen Gong decided to follow this line and continue to ask: “Brother, does Wang Heiming have any other abnormal behavior besides going crazy at night? ”

“When he first got out of the mental hospital, he seemed normal, he just didn't like to talk. It wasn't until after a while that we realized there was something wrong with this man. It's no big deal during the day, and sometimes he says hello, but at night, he's different from the rest of us. He hit the wall with his head, yelled at the mirror and the wall, strangled himself, and his face held purple, so he wouldn't let go. ”

Through the narrative of a middle-aged man, Chen Song learned about Wang Haiming's past.

Wang Heiming's second wife deceived him of his money and put him in a psychiatric hospital. If this is a pre-designed station, Wang Heiming is likely to be normal before entering the psychiatric hospital.

Problems arose when a normal person entered a psychiatric hospital after a period of treatment.

“The filthy things on his body were supposed to have been brought out of the mental hospital.” Chen Guo had an answer in his heart and asked another question: “Can you elaborate on Wang Haiming's death? ”

Dirty middle-aged man raises the bottle in his hand and pours a big sip: “I don't know why you're curious about a dead man, but I advise you not to investigate too deeply and get cautiously into it. The house is a little evil. ”

“Thanks for the heads-up, but I've got something on my mind. ”

After repeatedly insisting on Chan Song, the middle-aged man finally told the truth: “When Wang Heiming used to toss around the house, we could all hear him howling, the neighbors would help, or call the police for help. But the day of his accident, the whole building didn't hear his voice. The next day, when the landlord went to deliver his meal, the body was already cold. ”

“What was the scene of the death like?” Chen Gong asked one more question, which was crucial to his ability to restore the cause and effect of the incident.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Song strangely and wondered why the young man in front of him would be interested in these things: “I was there, Wang Haiming had a big hole in his head, and the wall between rooms 303 and 304 was covered in blood. He looked purple and suffocated to death. He also had fingerprints on his neck, but later the police checked and found that the fingerprints were left by Wang Haiming himself. ”

“According to you, he strangled himself? ”

“He was alone at the scene of the crime, the doors and windows were intact, and it seemed like this was the only possibility.” The middle-aged man finishes his last sip and tucks the bottle into the shoe cabinet with his bare hands: "Have you finished? I'm going downstairs to buy the wine before it's too early. ”

“While it's still early?” Chen Gong glanced at the completely dark sky outside the window, and did not care about the words of the middle-aged man: “Last question, did anything strange happen to Wang Haiming after the accident? ”

As soon as the question was asked, the dirty middle-aged man's face changed slightly. He saw a hundred dollars in his hand and whispered to Chan Song: “Many old tenants in the building have seen it, Wang Haiming has come back. ”

“Wasn't Wang Heiming already gone?” Before Chen Song finished, the middle-aged man pushed him out of the house: “Hey! Speak up!”

He looked at the low, dark corridor and thought of the words of a middle-aged man: "Has Wang Heiming come back? ”

At a moment of hesitation, Chen Gong walked to the ground floor where the host was located.

Wang Haiming is most likely someone who came out of the third ward. He should be able to get some information about the third ward. With this alone, Chen Gong will track him down. After all, there may be clues left by his parents in the third ward.

After knocking on the host's door and explaining Chen Song, the host reacted violently.

She warned Chan that if she stayed in the apartment building, she would call the police.

The iron door closed and Chen Guo stood at the entrance of the hall, feeling helpless.

Hosts don't want to recall those things, so let Chen Song say, just don't cooperate.

“If I knock down the lock on 303 with a hammer, it's likely that this big sister's tantrum will call the police. ”

Back on the third floor, Chen Goben wanted to go inside and talk to Dr. Gao, but he walked to the door and suddenly stopped.

“Why is the guy in room 302 still on the phone?” A young man's voice keeps coming out of the rental house, and the most repetitive thing is —— are you trying to force me to die?

“Half an hour has passed since I entered Mennan's room, and the young man hasn't hung up for so long?” The length of the call was quite normal, and paradoxically he had repeated several sentences of essentially the same meaning for such a long time.

“Who is he arguing with? I heard him alone for so long, but it didn't sound like he was on the phone?” Chen Gong lay at the door and listened for a while. He remembered what a middle-aged man had just said, and Wang Heiming would fight himself when he was sick.

“This man has a problem. ”

He knocked on the door, and the noise in the house stopped immediately. A few seconds later, the door staggered open with a stitch, and a young man's voice came out behind the door: "What's wrong? ”

“About this room 303 next to...”

“Don't know.”

Before Chen Song finished, the young man closed the door.

Everyone who could ask asked, Chen Song couldn't think of a better way for now. He went back to room 304 and said hello to Dr. Gao, standing alone by the wall.

“The black phone shows a mission site of 303, which I'm going to check before midnight.” Chen Guo rubbed his temple and walked up to the window, pushing open the window in room 304.

Rooms 304 and 303 are adjacent, and the windows of the two rooms are one metre apart.

“Should be able to turn it over.” He moved to the chair to try it on the edge of the window, and the window on the 303 was not locked and could be opened directly.

“There was no problem in the past, I was afraid of what happened after entering room 303, and I might not be able to turn it over again.” Chen Gong lowered his head and said on the third floor that he was not tall, he said he was not low, and that peace and security apartments were different. Beneath Heming apartments were not meadows, but cement roads in Hard Bond.