My House of Horrors

The "surprise” that Chen Song brings to his water friends is too big.

He took a look at the platform's live heat list. Qin Guangdian ranked first. He was at 96 when he first started the broadcast, and now he directly killed to the 19th.

This leaderboard unit is located on the platform's front page. It has a very high gold content and can be squeezed into the top 20. It is all concerned with the anchor of the fan group with more than 400,000 people.

The rocket-like surge attracted the attention of many water friends who wondered, how could a newcomer who cared less than 50,000 get into the hot battlefield of a front-line anchor?

To be honest, Chan Song doesn't really understand either. He just performed in his own way, as an "innocent victim”, in the face of illegitimate assault, just to defend himself.

“It seems that all water friends are also bright-eyed people. Under the corrosion of money, there are not many positive energy broadcasters like me who are serious about content. ”

Checked the camera on the wrist and chest, Chen Song put away his phone and went back to the crazy woman.

When he dragged a one-armed man into the laundry room, the woman went mad and hit the iron cage with her head, desperately trying to escape.

Chen Gong feared that she would smash her head and grab the broken clothes on the floor where the woman hit her.

“What scene have you witnessed that can scare a big living person like this? ”

He swept three iron cages through his eyes, and the old man lay in the cage, blocking his head with his arm, like an ostrich, dared not look out at all.

Of the three, the elderly had been imprisoned for the longest time, and he had seen the most.

At this time, when he saw a one-armed man, he covered his eyes, obviously afraid to see something he shouldn't have seen and set himself on fire.

The young woman in the middle was emotionally agitated, her head hit the iron cage, and her eyes almost overflowed with fear.

Both men's performance makes sense, and Chen Gong was alerted to the last middle-aged man.

He was also scared, his body trembled, his hands held tight together, whether it was a deity or an expression impeccable. If someone else came, he might have relaxed his guard by now, but Chen Song was different.

Instead of saying how acutely insightful Chen Gong was, he just got the patient profile of the third ward before he came, and the middle-aged man in front of him was probably the child who lived in room 5.

The killers are all from ward three. Why is he biased against the victim?

Based on this, Chen Song slowly found some blossoms in middle-aged men.

For example, his relatively neat appearance, his hair that had not been shaved, and his hiding under his clothes until Chen Song dragged a one-armed man in because he was too nervous to hold his hands independently.

Chen Gong clearly saw that a middle-aged man had a deep wound on his left hand, like he had been bitten out and still bled unstoppably.

“Your hand is hurt. ”

Chen Guo approached the last iron cage with a crushed skull hammer. When he first entered the nursing table of the first ward, he found oil stains on the iron cage. Later, he searched along the oil stains, and on the wall outside the nursing table, he saw a mixture of oil stains and bloodstains.

At the time he thought the blood stain had been left by the victim in the cage, but he looked at the old man's body and did not find much wound, so he inferred that the blood stain should have been left by the murderer who took the old man.

Oil stains and blood mixed at the same time, and the most reasonable presumption should be that the elderly grabbed the wallhide at the time and were reluctant to leave.

The killer reached out to break the old man's hand and was bitten by the old man, which is why blood spots and oil stains were left in the same spot on the wall.

When Chen Gong opened the door, he found no injuries to either the deformed face or the arm of the one-armed man.

In this way, if no one else is present in the building, the murderer who took the old man is almost certain.

The middle-aged man should also be one of the murderers behind the scenes in the hospital, who found someone on the outskirts of the psychiatric hospital and urgently transferred him to the laundry room of the second ward in order to prevent the exposure of the elderly in the first ward.

The hammer swayed in front of his face, and a middle-aged man had his hair looked at by Chen Song.

“I won't hurt you, I just want you to answer a few questions honestly.” Chen Gong looked at the middle-aged man, and he still pretended to be stupid and refused to answer.

“Don't talk, do you?” He removed the two cameras and placed them in the distance, covering them up specifically.

After doing all this, he turned back silently and hit the iron cage lock head with a crushed hammer.

In one go, the iron cage is deformed near the locking head.

“Still won't say? ”

Chen Gong continuously hammered the iron bars and beat them alive, reducing the space in the iron cage by a quarter.

“What do you... want to ask?” The middle-aged man looked at the hammer that was getting closer and closer to him, his face twitched, how could this man feel worse than himself!

“I won't make it hard, just ask some simple questions.” Chen Gong looked at the twisted iron cage and put down the crushed hammer: “What's your name? ”

The middle-aged man paused for about two seconds and said, "Wang Heiming. ”

“Wang Heiming?” When he heard the name, Chen Gong's nerves were like a needle, and he started a giant wave in his heart.

Does this man know Wang Heiming?

He should have just asked for a fake name, but he would never have thought that Chan Song knew this man!

“You're lying.” Without giving the middle-aged man a second chance to talk, Chen Song directly rubbed his body against the iron cage.

The humming hammer lifted the whistling wind, and the hair of the middle-aged man stood up: "My name is Kung Qing! Blue blue! ”

Chen Gong lazily talked to him and smashed his skull into the iron cage.

The space was getting narrower and narrower, and the iron bars around the iron cage would break at any moment, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but scream: “Didn't you say it was hard not to be strong! ”

Chen Gong didn't listen to it and smashed it for a few minutes. The lock was completely deformed, even with a key, it couldn't be opened.

If you want to smash the iron cage, it's probably going to take a while, and what Chen Song lacks now is time, his eyes slowly shrink, and he grabs a middle-aged man's leg: “Let me ask you again, what's your name? ”

The middle-aged man could not understand Chen Song's intentions, and he showed hesitation.

Again and again, in the dangerous hospital building, Chen Song couldn't care less, he pulled the middle-aged man's calf out and pointed it at a hammer.

The scream of the stinging ears sounded, and Chan did not have much sympathy for these lunatics who locked the living man in the iron cage. He walked to the other leg of the middle-aged man with a broken skull hammer.

As he lifted the hammer and prepared to fall, the middle-aged man shrieked and moved his body back: “Xu Bao! My name is Xu Bo! ”

“It was you.” Chen Gong stopped: “Answer my question honestly, I won't do anything to you. ”

When he finished, he squatted next to the iron cage: "I just heard the name Wang Heiming from you. What was your relationship with him? Where's the ward he used to live in? ”