My House of Horrors

Breathing becomes difficult, as if entering the fog, your body seems wet and everything in front of you is stained with a thin layer of blood.

This is the world behind the door?

Chen Guo remembered Mennan's instructions, he did not speak, held a hog knife and a broken skull hammer and looked around.

The walls, the floors, the setting in ward three, it's all the same as the world outside the door.

He turned around and looked back, his heart beating faster.

The door to room three is open, but the scene outside the door is not the hallway of reality.

There's a big difference, it's a clean and tidy corridor with no clutter stacked.

The mattress on the floor and the fake man were all gone, and the ward behind the door was like there was always someone to clean it.

Chen Guimer approached the door. He reached outside the door and his arm did not disappear. The door seemed one-way!

Can't talk. Chen Gong tried to shout that Zhang Ya couldn't do it. He walked out of Ward 3 with his scalp. He just showed up and saw someone in the hallway outside.

Not an imaginary monster, not a living person or a corpse, but a fake man made of pillow sheets.

They stood next to the corridor like scarecrows, drawing a stubborn look, smiling silly, not knowing whether it was happiness or pain.

Why is there such a thing in the world inside the door?

Chen Song thought that the fake people who were thrown in the bedding were just a prank, but after the world inside the door saw them, Chen Song changed his mind.

The nurse feeds the patient every night, and she even has a special notebook that records the names of each patient and the cases in which they are kept.

Most importantly, these patients have all died in real life, and the false people in front of them are likely to rely on their cruelty.

Memories are much smaller than ghosts, but when the number of memories is dozens of times that of ghosts, ghosts can't necessarily get into fights.

When Chen Song weighed the fake man, the fake man with his head down seemed to feel something. He turned his body and looked at Chen Song as if he were a child's simple brush painting.

Standing at the door of room three, Chan Singer's palms began to sweat.

Fake people's bodies began to move slowly, and Chen Gong also lifted the hog knife.

The two were getting closer, but the phony had little interest in Chan Song, and it shook its body towards the other side of the corridor.

Without purpose, without anything you want to do, it's walking in the middle of nowhere, stopping against the wall when you're tired, like a pulley puppet.

Chen Gong has seen a lot of cruelty. The cruelty is formed because the obsession is too deep to be forgotten, so he stays in the world.

But the cruelty in a fake human body is completely different, and it seems to have lost its memory, or it has completely closed its heart and locked its own soul in its heart.

The fake man did not attack Chan Gong, and Chan Gong would naturally have nothing to do with it. He quietly walked out of room three and checked the walls on both sides.

There are obvious scratches on the walls covered in blood mist, which should have been left by Zhang Ya.

He followed those marks to the second floor, and the minute he walked out the stairs, Chen Gong almost made a sound.

A false person in the corridor on the second floor swayed, walking aimlessly and not interested in everything outside.

Too many, some fake people fell on the floor, with bruises on their bodies, Zhang Ya may have crossed through these guys.

Chen Gong did not hesitate to go directly to the second floor.

Walking amongst a bunch of horrible fakes, Chen Song created a strange feeling, as if he was the one.

If you're surrounded by patients, do normal people think they're crazy?

He was not well at the moment, and the more he walked forward, the harder he was to breathe, the heavier he became, as if he had been thrown into the sea and was slowly sinking.

Fortunately, however, no one attacked him. Chen Gong came to the end of the second floor and the brunette scratches disappeared here.

At the deepest end of the second floor, there was a special studio. Before Chen Gong could search in the world, he was chased to the first floor by a nurse, and the one he missed was the electric room.

Push the door open, it's not what he thought.

There is only one patient bed in the room, which is tied to a 4-5 year old boy.

Chen Gong walked to the bed and compared the photos, he could be sure that the child was a young Mennan.

Why is he here?

Chen Song's heart raised a question, and remembered the memories of Mennan's remnants, Chen Song had a bold guess.

Mennan's personality did suffer an accident in the world inside the door, that is, from the beginning of his accident, without the doorman, the bloody door began to lose control.

The scratches on Zhang Ya's hair disappeared here, proving that Zhang Ya should have been here, but there was no sign of a fight in the house.

Chen Gong did not know where Zhang Ya later went. Since he found the character of Mennan, he was ready to start with the character of Mennan. If he could wake the child, he could have a clear understanding of the world behind the door and an extra helper.

Ideally, this is the case. He doesn't know what's actually going to happen. He can only bet once.

Chen Gong gently pushed Mennan's body by cutting off the restraint straps on the boy with a pig slayer knife.

The boy did not know if he was in deep sleep or in a coma, and regardless of how Chant was shaking, he closed his eyes.

You can't talk in this bloody world, and Chen Gong can't wake up the boy by doing everything he can.

He didn't know what had happened to the boy, his brain was running fast.

The man behind the scenes did not kill the boy, but simply tied him up in an electric room, indicating that the boy should still be useful to him and that he would not be watched die.

A crazy thought flashed in his head. Chen Gormer raised the hog knife over his head. He paddled down several times. His pupils stared at a bed plate next to the boy's neck and suddenly stabbed him!

“Duh!”

The tip of the knife did not touch the plank, and a hairy hand grabbed Chen Gong's pigslaughter knife a centimeter or two away from the boy.

Chen Gong has been vigilant all around, but he still doesn't see where this hand came from.

Decisive spatter pulled the distance, and Chan Song clearly looked at the monster's full face.

Without the body, the monster is a broken hand.

This hand is protecting the boy from harm, and in order to further test it, Chan Song launched another attack on the boy.

Every knife of his will be grabbed by the broken hand. As the number of chops increased, cracks gradually began to appear on the broken hand. Just when Chen Gong thought that the broken hand could not hold up and was about to escape, the sheets of the wooden bed were lifted and several broken hands ran out.

The fighting between the two sides grew louder, and about a dozen seconds later, the sleeping boy, his eyelids twitched slightly.