My House of Horrors

After blocking the woman's mouth, the elderly and middle-aged men in the iron cage regained their original appearance.

They seemed very sensitive to the word "hands”, and when they heard it, it was like they turned on a switch in their memory, and the fear in their hearts was awakened, and the scariest memories burst out of their minds.

“Why are you afraid of your hands? ”

Chen Gong circled the house and didn't find anything related to his hands. He looked at the bodies of three patients. They had no obvious wounds. That fear should be more psychological.

“What exactly scares three people like this?” Chen Guo was carrying a tool hammer and his brain was running fast, and he thought of a possibility.

According to the information provided by Dr. Gao, the patient who lived in ward 4 of ward 3 had suffered from phantom limb disorder due to the accidental loss of an arm and always felt that his arm was still there.

This patient has no name, and I don't know if Dr. Gao forgot it or if it was erased by someone with a heart.

“In my impression, this is the only person who can relate to the hand. ”

Illusional limb disorder is not a terrible disease, it can only be considered a less serious psychological illness, which can be gradually recovered through conditioning.

With this information about phantom limb disorder, Chen Gong is very clear. What really upsets him is why is a person with phantom limb disorder locked up in an enclosed ward?

What did he do? Why does the hospital think this person is in danger?

Chen Song went to the woman again, middle-aged men refused to communicate, and the elderly did not seem to speak, so the breakthrough was still on the woman.

He squatted next to the iron cage and looked into the girl's eyes. Since the other party could not communicate normally with him, try another method.

Near the iron cage, Chan Song ensures that the girl can hear herself: “Have you seen many hands? ”

Girls do not exhibit abnormalities, they simply shrink away from Chant.

“Did you see a man with only one arm? ”

As his voice fell, the woman in the iron cage began to shake her head desperately and even hit her head directly on the iron cage.

The unusual behavior of a woman illustrates a lot of things, and the killer who brought her nightmares and drove her crazy may have only one arm.

Staring at the woman's face, Chan Song looked at all the slightest changes in her expression: “The man with the murder weapon? ”

With eyes wide open, a blue blood vessel appeared on the woman's forehead.

“What's he got? A saw, a knife? Or an axe? ”

“Mmm!" The woman's mouth was blocked by a pillowcase. She was emotionally agitated, but she couldn't make a sound.

“Looks like it's in these things, let me think about what he did in front of you.” Chen Song's voice slowly lowered: “Chopped? Did he say your raw deformity wasn't perfect enough, so he wanted to correct it all? Or would you like to borrow your arm? ”

“Prisoners are decreasing, and when they correct patients, you should be right next to them, you're a witness, you see the whole process, right? ”

The woman's face twisted, her blood vessels stretched, her face filled with tears, and she still shook her head desperately as if she was saying she saw nothing.

“You really don't know anything? Then why are you afraid of that hand? Is that the hand that fell next to you? Or did it catch you trying to escape? ”

In Chen Song's view, although women are freaked out, horrible memories remain in their minds. Benefit avoidance is a biological instinct, and when he mentions what women are afraid of, the body is forced to express psychological fear autonomously through theological expressions and habitual movements.

Biological instincts don't lie, and Chan Song has tested some of his speculations from women: “Don't be afraid, if you are truly innocent, I will get you out. I'm here tonight to figure this out and bring those lunatics to justice. ”

The smell of mold was heavy in the laundry room. Chen Gong stayed with the woman for a long time. I don't know if the woman understood what he said. I just saw the woman's emotions slowly stabilize.

He reached into the iron cage again and gently removed the pillowcase from the woman's mouth.

Shrinking in an iron cage, the woman panicked. She opened her mouth and kept repeating the words: “hands, hands...”

“How badly was she stimulated to be like this?” Chen Guo just threw the pillowcase aside. The laundry room door was suddenly pushed. The other party didn't use much effort. It seemed like he was going to sneak in, but I didn't expect to put a washing machine behind the door.

“The laundry room is at the deepest end of the hallway and several of the surrounding rooms are completely enclosed and cannot be wind-blown doorboards.” Chen Guo picked up the pillowcase and blocked the mouth of the crazy woman. He looked at the white cat standing in the pile of dirty clothes, probably because the smell of mold in the house was too heavy. The white cat did not give a timely warning this time.

“It seems right to be careful not to rely on others at all times.” Chen Guo gripped the tool hammer and looked at the door. Right under his eyelids, a hand stretched through the door.

The door was narrow and the other side could only squeeze in a few fingers, and he seemed to be determining if the locks were intact.

“The Lord has appeared?” After two trial assignments, Chen Song's growth was obvious, and he didn't panic to pull the backpack and pull the lock, holding the shapely, crushed head hammer in his hand. Then remove the miniature camera from your wrist and place it directly in front of the door.

This camera corresponds to a live video of a small screen in the lower left corner of the live room, and he places the camera at the door where you can see the laundry room door anytime, anywhere through his own live room in the phone.

After doing all this, he placed his backpack by his legs, gripping the broken hammer and hiding on the side of the door.

Soon after, the laundry room door was pushed again. The person outside the door seemed to lose patience. After several attempts, he hit the door panel hard!

“Boom!”

The washing machine was knocked down, the door was opened, and Chen Gong could see clearly through his cell phone. At this time, there were two people standing outside the door!

One face deformed with a red stained axe on the surface and the other with the only arm holding an iron shovel.

The two men did not see the micro camera placed not far away, and the one-armed man nodded at the deformed face and walked carefully with an iron shovel towards the house.

He stepped out, his toes just stepped into the door, his body had not yet entered the house, and he heard a rush of wind in his ear!

Chen Gong hid by the door without a sound, and raised the shattered head hammer high. When the one-armed man revealed his intention to walk inside, he did not hesitate to round the hammer and smash it outside the door.

The timing was just right, and by the time the one-armed man realized it, the hammer had reached his chest.

The bloody hammer in his eyes is infinitely enlarged, he can only block the only remaining arm in front of him, and the whole person has flown out several times faster than when he came in!