My House of Horrors

In the middle of the dark corridor, a lot of mattresses were thrown, and the drum sac below seemed to be hiding something.

Chen Guo lifted one with an iron hammer, and beneath the moldy quilt was a fake man tied with sheets and pillows.

The workmanship is rough and barely discerns a person's shape.

What's scary is that the pillow painted a human face with a colored pen, eyes, nose, cracked mouth, obviously like a child's graffiti, but it made Chan Song feel creepy.

“It shouldn't be. ”

Chen Guoqiang withstood the urge to smash them with a hammer and thought about it.

“The 24 dolls in the Terror House are more scary in any way than the fake people in these pillow sheets. I don't feel scared when faced with the dolls, but I always feel uneasy standing next to them. ”

He flipped a fake man, on the back of his pillow, and wrote the name of a stranger, Li Chunyan.

“Why do you have a name?” These fake people are like children playing at home, and sometimes children use fake people, puppets as parents, or they use them to refer to someone in real life.

Sprinkled salt on the fake face, Chen Gong observed for two or three minutes, the fake man did not change, then he walked a few steps away and lifted another bed mattress, also beneath a fake man tied to a pillow sheet.

“Zhang Qixi?” The same name is written on the back of a fake person.

Chen Gong looked at the dilapidated mattress piled up in the hallway and felt a chill in the back: “Does every fake person have a name behind them? Are these fake people actually referring to the living? ”

A raised mattress in the hallway looked like a grave bag. Chen Song was sweating with his broken head hammer in his hand. He felt that after completing this trial mission, he would have more nerve than ever before.

Just over a dozen meters away, two bags of salt have been spilled.

Salt has not proven to be very effective on dirty things, and the uncomfortable smell in the corridor has not diminished, but has grown stronger.

“Save the last bag of salt and don't waste any more.” Every time Chen Gong took a few steps, he looked back. He was worried that he would encounter the classic scene in the horror film and walked all the way, rocking behind him and following a line of fake people.

With all his muscles tightened, Chen Guo has made up his mind. Even if a fake person stands behind him, he will rush over the first time, hammer him to pieces and make up for it with a pig slayer knife.

“Don't panic, I still have a lot of cards left out.” Nor did Chen Song know whether to introduce himself to his water buddies in the live broadcast room, or comfort himself. In short, as he continued to go deeper into the third ward, the popularity of the live broadcast room also rose at a terrible rate. The opposite view of Qin Guang has been caught in the bottleneck, the popularity is decreasing, now it is all rewarded by Shenhuo in the support field.

Unlike the third ward and the other two wards, all are single rooms. Strangely enough, there's not even a bed in the ward, and it never seems to have lived there.

“I heard Dr. Gao say that there are only 10 wards in ward 3 and only nine patients with records, so what are these extra empty rooms for? ”

All wards are unnumbered, uniform doorboards, painted uniformly in white, but never seem to be open and should not be used for patient placement.

“The first ward is overcrowded, many beds are even arranged in the aisle, and this third ward is empty, preferring to be empty without the patient, is there a deep reason? ”

Chen Gong walked very carefully, and when he reached the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, the smell in the air suddenly increased.

In addition to the cold wind, there is another sound in the ear.

It's hard to describe, like countless people breathing hard and trying to wake up from a nightmare.

As the flashlight lit around him, Chen Guo's heart became more and more anxious. His back was firmly against the wall, and he took out his phone to take a look at the time.

“Twelve o'clock at midnight! ”

When Chen Gong was looking at his cell phone, there was a sound of the door being pushed open in a room downstairs in the third ward.

The feeling was very strange, the voice was clearly coming from downstairs, but it sounded like it was ringing in my ear.

“That bloody door in the Horror House mirror, it opens every minute until midnight. Is the door in this third ward the same as the door in my haunted house? ”

The door will appear at midnight, but it won't open proactively, and when the push door sounds, it signals that something is running out behind the door.

“In the passage written by Wang Haiming, it was said that he had completed his final ritual in the bathroom and that only the bathroom seemed to have a larger mirror in the rehabilitation center. ”

After twelve o'clock, the entire ward became different, as if the sleeping monster was awakening.

Coming to the deepest part of the fourth floor, Chen Gong stood looking down at the entrance of the corridor, the dark staircase, the first step extending into the darkness.

Nobody knows what's hidden inside, and it's not clear what's coming next from an unexpected angle.

Chen Gong's eyes jumped gently. He stood at the entrance of the hall with the tool hammer, thinking for a moment, and turned off the flashlight.

The third ward houses mentally disturbed patients, unjust souls, and monsters running out of the bloodgate, which can be described as stepper killers.

In this case, the flashlight will expose itself and make him a live target.

Close your eyes and open them again. Chan Song adapts your eyes to the darkness. Then step on the stairs and walk towards the third floor.

From the beginning of this trial mission to the present, Chen Song has not been fruitless, at least his relationship with the White Cat has been much better.

Originally, the white cat ignored him. After entering deep into the corridor of the third ward, the white cat actually jumped on his shoulder. The claws grabbed his clothes and backpack tightly and didn't loose their claws.

“Don't be afraid, everything is still under control.” Chen Song touched the white cat's head, the grumpy white cat rarely had no resistance, and a pair of colored cat eyes stared at the darkness in the distance.

Downstairs in the dark, the steps seem to have changed. It took Chen Gong a minute or two to move to the third floor.

The windows were sealed and the third floor was darker than the fourth floor, with only one raised mattress hidden in the corridor.

“The deformed face entered the third ward as if it had disappeared and there were no footprints on the ground. Where will he hide now? Hiding in a room? Or are you just hiding under a mattress, ready to attack? ”

There is also a nursing station on the corner of the third floor, and quite strangely, all the medicines and records in the counter are neatly arranged, making Chen Gong even stranger that there is no dust in those counters, as if they had been in normal use.

Turning to the nursing station, Chen Gong found that there were many matching tablets on the counter, in a small white paper bag with a patient's name on it.

“Li Chunyan? Zhang Qixi? Aren't those the names posted behind the phony people on the fourth floor? Do people dispense drugs to fake people every night?” Chen Gong's heart gave rise to a somewhat absurd idea, as if a child were playing a game in this hospital building, and he created a fake person to act as a patient, and he pretended to be a doctor to prescribe medications for them.

“Playing games like this in ward three in the middle of the night?” Chen Sing looked at a name on the counter and always felt he had missed something.