My House of Horrors

There is a faint smell in the air, and the closer it seems to the third ward, the stronger the smell.

The hallway between the second and third wards was locked and an iron door separated the two wards.

Through the cleavage of the iron door, you can see the scene inside the third ward, the table and chair tip over, the hallway throwing a bunch of mattresses, and even stranger, the drum bag under the mattress, as if it was covered with something.

Chen Guo stood next to the rusty iron door and stared at the lock hole on the iron door. He had been on the third floor of the second ward for some time.

“Reversible locking cores? ”

Most of the access doors in psychiatric hospitals are double-sided locking cores. In emergency situations, iron doors can be locked on either side of the door, interior or exterior access is prohibited, and an area can be blocked.

It was only a small thing, but it caught Chen's attention.

He took the key left by Wang Heiming out of his pocket and tried it against the lock hole.

Probably because it hasn't been serviced for a long time, the locking holes have rusted to death and the keys won't fit at all.

“Looks like I've been thinking too much. This key is not the access door key.” In contrast to the height and distance of the lock hole and key teeth, Chen Song put Wang Heiming's key back together.

When he entered the rehabilitation centre, he noticed that most of the ward doors were single-sided locking cores with small locking holes and that the key could not be inserted at all.

“Wang Heiming took the key out of the third ward, and the door corresponding to the key may be in the third ward. How dare you speculate that there are only nine patients in the third ward? Could the missing patient in the third ward be Wang Heiming? ”

Chen Guo could not be sure of his own speculation. If Wang Haiming, the hospital should have kept a discharge record, but Dr. Gao went through all the data and did not have any information about ward 3.

“A mere Wang Heiming should not be worthy of having the hospital destroy all information and records. ”

The water in this ward is a bit deep. Chen Gong is not really interested in what happened here five years ago. He just wants to find the clues left by his parents and how to close the door.

Entering the hallway on the third floor, Chen Guo took the flashlight and walked cautiously past a room.

“Did the man you just saw in the middle of the hall hide in a room? ”

At the end of the corridor on the third floor, Chen Gong stopped at the door of an unknown room.

The house smelled of mold and the door was different from the other rooms, with a brand-new big lock.

“There is no rust on the locks, which are all new, just like the locks on the first ward door.” Chen Guo took out Wang Haiming's key and tried it, it still couldn't open.

He looked back at the pitch-black corridor and, after confirming that no one was nearby, lifted the tool hammer and pryed the locking head straight out of the door panel.

“Fortunately, it's a wooden door, and if I replace it with an iron door, I'm not sure I can get in. ”

Pushing the door, the smell of mold came to the surface, and the house was stacked with mountain-like clothes and bed linens.

“This should be the laundry room in ward two.” Chen Gong stood tall and his chest camera recorded everything, including what he said.

In danger, he was afraid to relax and communicate with his water buddies, just standing at his own angle and saying what he thought and saw was like making a real horror documentary.

The smell of mold in the laundry room lightens the smell of the ward itself and the air in the room feels sticky and uncomfortable.

Strongly suffering from discomfort, Chen Song entered.

The house is large, with several washing machines and specialized disinfection devices located against the wall, leaving only piles of dirty clothes and moldy, smelly bed linens.

“This house doesn't look like much. Why lock it up?” Chen Gong concentrated his eyes on that pile of dirty clothes, and he withstood the smell and opened the bedding outside with a tool hammer.

“Always felt there was something hidden inside.” Chen Gong speeded up the movement and when he lifted a coat full of stains, the tool hammer hit the iron bar and made a crisp noise.

“Iron cage?” He moved a quilt over the top and the image in front of him gave him a heartbeat.

There's an iron cage hidden under the mattress with a young woman shaved off her head!

Her mouth was stuffed with a moldy pillowcase, her hands tied to the iron cage, the woman's mental state was not very stable, she watched Chen Song shake her head diligently, her hands waved, and her feet slipped outward into the cage.

Chen Gong didn't react at once. He didn't expect to find a living person under a pile of dirty clothes.

At this point in the broadcast room, the day was blown up, the screen was brushed, and even because of the excessive number of speakers, a little cartoon appeared on the live broadcast.

Chen Quo quietly retreated and remained very cautious, first closing the door and pushing the washing machine by the wall behind the door.

Afraid of being attacked from behind, he blocked the door before daring to approach the iron cage.

“Can you hear me?” As soon as Chan Song approached, the women in the cage began to resist desperately and could not communicate at all.

“There are no wounds on her body and no oil stains on her lips. This woman did not move out of the iron cage in the first ward, and there may be others around her. ”

Chen Song ripped off the bedding next to him, hiding three iron cages in this stench.

Three finished iron cages are arranged like three wards in a rehabilitation center.

The woman is in the middle, on her left is an old man with uneven hair, looks sixty or seventy years old, thin as wood, with oil stains on her mouth and fingers; on her right is a pale skin, seemingly a middle-aged man who hasn't seen the sun for a long time, who sees Chen Song come in, his eyes are very strange, interwoven with excitement, disgust and fear.

“Three? ”

Things exceeded Chen Song's expectations. His face was gloomy and a thought appeared in his head.

Grip the tool hammer, Chen Gong and the three iron cages at a certain distance.

In a dangerous environment, three strangers are met, and the safest thing to do is not to believe what they have said or to rush near them, because it is likely that the murderer is hiding among them.

Chen Gong walked around them a circle, the cage was not large, it was not prepared at all, the living person could not even turn around and get inside.

“Three iron cages, with only women's hands and feet restricted and their mouths blocked.” There are more and more questions, and if all three are victims, why are the women who are most restricted in their movements the least powerful?

The old man on the left and the middle-aged man on the right, a stupidity and an unusually rich face, neither hands nor feet were bound, but no one asked for help, so shrunk in the iron cage to look at Chan Song.

Compared to the barrage room, Chen Song was extremely calm, and he stood in front of three iron cages with a tool hammer: “How long have you been locked up here? ”