My House of Horrors

“Careful should be fine.” Chen Gong opened the backpack, stuffed the little one in his arms, and took out the tool hammer and flashlight.

“What are you doing?” When Dr. Gao heard the movement coming out of the bedroom, he looked at Chen Gong's alternative look and felt a little headache.

“Just in time.” Chen Gong dragged Dr. Gao to the window: "Wait for the two of us to stay on the phone, you stay in room 304, I'll check it out in 303. ”

“What are you doing in 303?” Dr Gao's eyes swept over the hammer in Chen Singer's arms and finally stopped on the puppet in his arms, his eyelids jumped.

“Mennan's pathogenesis should be in 303, and I'm going to go in and check it out before dawn. ”

“Are you ready to go like this? With a doll? ”

“If I were alone, I might hesitate for a while, but with you it would be different.” Chen Guo dialed Dr. Gao's phone and put it in his chest pocket: “Keep the call. ”

Dr. Gao instinctively nodded. He held his phone and suddenly felt that he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders and was responsible for the safety of both “patients”.

“Be careful! ”

Chen Guo stood on the window bench stepping on the chair, and he put the tool hammer in his trouser pocket, picked up the wall, and stood on the window bench of 304 and pushed the window of 303 away with his feet.

“Don't hang up, Doctor Gao. Be ready to pick me up.” Chen Gong finished, holding onto the window of 304 with his left hand, probed his body out of the window and extended his leg to the window deck of 303.

At this time, his body weight was still 304, and after the leg he had stretched out stepped firmly on, his hands slowly loosened and his body tilted towards the window beside him.

As he tilted past two-thirds, he looked at the window frame of 303, loosened his left hand and extended his right hand to grab the window frame.

With his right hand hard, Chen Gong smoothly moved his body over.

“To cure the patient, go through the neighbor's window? ”

Looking at Chen Gong, who disappeared in window 304, Dr. Gao couldn't stop it. For the first time in more than 10 years, he was in this situation when he was treating patients.

Grab the window frame with your right hand, and Chan Gong slowly squatted down, opening the window completely and jumping into it.

“Kind of came in. ”

Room 303 has not been rented out since the accident, the interior furnishing is basically intact, the house is full of dust, the walls are rare to see stains of speckle barging.

The house was dark and the concrete floor was uneven. Chen Gong turned on the flashlight and photographed it. An old, smelly carpet was laid in the center of the house.

“Several other rental houses, including hosts, don't have carpets in their rooms, and there are carpets in the house. ”

Something unusual must have happened, Chen Guo grabbed the edge of the carpet and lifted it away.

A strong smell emerged, Chan Sing covered his nose and threw the carpet aside.

There are no pictures of cruelty imagined, just throwing some old clothes under the carpet.

All clothes are men's and are of the same size and should belong to the same person.

“The smell of moldy clothes can't be so stingy.” Chen Quo pulled those clothes apart with a hammer and quickly discovered something amazing, throwing several dead sparrows underneath the clothes.

“The body is intact and the time of death should be within a week.” When Chan Song mastered his talent for restraint, he also had some more basic knowledge about death: “This room has not been rented out since the accident, but someone came in within a week and buried these things under his clothes. ”

Chen Gong found the problem a little tricky, which is a little different from his previous assumptions.

“Wang Heiming died in this room, unfortunately I don't know the exact location, but it doesn't have much impact. Search it all over again and you'll always find something.” Chen Guo didn't find anything valuable in the living room. He jumped over the clothes on the floor and went into the bedroom.

A wire bed is placed against a wall, close to the bedside is placed a bookshelf of some years old, with several books skewed across the shelf.

The pages are mouldy and have a slight odor.

Chen Gong checked all the drawers and cabinets and found nothing. He finally entered the bathroom with a try attitude.

The interior structure of all the rooms in the apartment building is similar, and as soon as you open the bathroom door, Chen Gong sees the mirror placed directly opposite the door.

Under the illumination of a flashlight, Chen Song in the mirror always feels a little weird compared to a real person.

He didn't go in there, just took a look outside.

“There doesn't seem to be any clues in this room either.” The rental house is small and Chen Gong has looked almost everywhere.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Chan Gong looked at the clothes hidden under the carpet: “Strangely, they all seem to be stained with blood. It is impossible to stain so many clothes with the blood of a few sparrows. ”

He had pubic eyes, had much better vision than the average person, and gradually noticed something was wrong.

“There's something wrong with the clothes. ”

He hand-held a tool hammer, checked every piece of clothing, and finally found a very ordinary grey coat in the middle.

Wong Heiming may have knocked his head to the wall wearing a piece of black and black blood on his shoulder and back.

There are only head injuries, and the blood trail shows this distribution.

“What is this?” Chen Gong shook his clothes and found something else in his pocket for the first time.

He took out what was in his coat pocket and put it cold in front of him, which turned out to be a rusty iron key.

“The key to the apartment building door, I've seen, is a flat copper key, which is much bigger than the apartment key.” Chen Gong wondered why a patient who was useless and picked up from a psychiatric hospital had a key that was not his own door.

“Did he pick this up outside? But if it was picked up casually, it would certainly not be so solemnly collected.” Chen Gong was not clear about the use of the key for the time being, but he had to put it away first. He was leaving and the flashlight swept into the window.

The window that opens shows a figure, a guest living in room 302, is poking his upper body out of the window and trying to peek this way.

“Why does he care so much when I go into 303?” Chen Gong pretended not to have found anything, buried his head in place of the clothes on the floor, but his brain was running fast: “Only people in rooms 302 and 304 could enter room 303 without going through the door. The doornail in room 304 was the victim, so it seems likely that the sparrow in room 303 came from the hand of the young man in 302. ”

“But why would he do that? Has he been possessed by the monster of 303?” Chen Gong remembered the abnormality that 302 the young man had shown, talking to himself, arguing with himself, it was all so similar to Wang Heiming.