My House of Horrors

To sum up, the world behind the door is actually just a nightmare of Master Mennon's personality.

By the time the boy wakes up, there is a possibility that the world will be closed to reality and that it will disappear directly.

If Chan Sing didn't have a "door” in his haunted house, he might agree with the old man, but there were two different places where the "door” appeared, which was by no means a boy's nightmare that could be explained clearly.

Chen Gong did not reveal that he also had a "door” in the haunted house. He looked at the old man and asked another question.

“You said it was a boy's nightmare, and everything in it was a child's subconscious appearance, so can you tell me what role you play in this nightmare? Or what do you symbolize in his nightmares? ”

The look on the old man's face became a little stiff, but he didn't shy away: "I, like you, came in from outside the nightmare. We belong to outsiders, even in nightmares, playing ourselves. ”

“Play yourself?” Chen Gong came in from the outside world and his physical appearance has not changed.

The old man didn't have a chance to live, and Chen Song was more concerned about his bloody doctor's uniform.

The eyes swept through the uniform, and a thought flashed in Chen's head.

Will the old man wear this coat when he enters the world? What exactly did he do to dye the white coat red?

As early as the first time I saw the old man, Chen Song had a guess in his heart.

The director of the third ward disappeared a few years ago and has not been found until now. He cannot live or die.

And the old man in front of him, both in terms of age and temperament, was very similar to the dean, so he guessed that the old dean wasn't missing at the time and should have entered the world behind the door for various reasons.

He had read the letters left by the old Dean, in which the old Dean did show some curiosity about the world in the door.

But also because he had read the letter of the old dean and impressed the old dean so well, he could not reconnect the old dean and the red ghost in front of him.

Shake your head to disperse the thoughts in your brain, and Chan Song calms down again.

His knowledge of the old Dean was merely through letters written by the Dean himself.

No one can stigmatize themselves when writing letters to outsiders, so the old Dean shown in those letters is not necessarily the real Dean.

Thinking of the electric room, there was also a crowded and messy first ward and a second ward that preferred to be empty, Chen Gong took a gentle breath and began to be more careful.

“Do you understand what I'm saying? Don't wake this kid up. Put him down and I'll get you out of the nightmare.” The voice of an old man is pleasant to hear and always subconsciously ignores his dangers.

Chen Gong slowly walked towards the door: “I won't hurt this child, but if you tell me how to leave first, let me see your sincerity. ”

“It's easy to leave, just walk through that door...”

“Boom!”

The old man was interrupted halfway through the conversation, and there was an explosion in the third ward, as if a certain room had been blown up.

Hearing this voice, the old man's expression was heavy, his miserable white face twisted, and he could no longer care less to keep charity and goodness.

“What happened?” Chen Jingyin felt that this had something to do with Zhang Ya. When the old man first came in, he saw the old man's fingers deformed and his arms unnaturally twisted. Obviously, he suffered an unexpected blow while resisting something.

“Nothing, just a little problem.” The old man stood in the middle of the door and looked up at Chan Song: “Give me that child and I'll take you out. ”

Without any redundant expression on his miserable white face, he gave a very strange feeling that the old man had finally torn off his disguise.

“Send me away first, or there will be no negotiation.” Chen Gong's attitude was resolute, and his hand with the knife was shaking slightly because of nervousness. This was the first time he faced the ghost in red.

“You want to leave, right? Okay, come with me.” The old man turned directly and suddenly became active.

Chen Guo dared not carelessly, carefully followed his steps, he and the old man kept a distance of three meters.

In his view, within three meters, no matter what the other party did, he was able to react in a timely manner, but without taking two steps, he found himself underestimating the horror of red.

Strictly speaking, he only took one step, the second step was not taken, and he was unconscious when he hung his leg in the air.

Looking down, during the conversation with the old man, a piece of blood on the ground that was not even visible to the naked eye climbed onto his leg, as the blood silk was drilling into his flesh like a poisonous worm.

“Didn't you want to leave? Come with me.” The old man twisted his head, his eyes caught in, his face was full of wrinkles and he laughed very hard.

At this time, Chen Guo dared to follow him, he held a knife and wanted to retreat, but the leg hung in the sky did not listen to the call, and went forward!

'Cause of the blood silk? ”Chen Song's hair was numb, he didn't know how much blood thread went into his left leg, and what was even scarier was that as the old man spoke, more and more blood thread poured out in the cracked floor and wall seams, like a little snake climbing to Chen Song.

Watching the raging blood silk, if the others must have gone mad, they began to chop the knife in their hands.

But Chen Gong has a ability to be close to talented. The more the crisis, the calmer he is.

The knife in his hand rests firmly on the boy's neck. Chen Gong leaves the blood silk to climb onto his body, and his knife keeps pressing down.

The old man turned around deliberately and paralyzed him, but turned his head and looked at him again.

If the old man had enough confidence, there was no need for such trouble, and he must still be worried about the boy.

Chen Gong really couldn't figure out why the old man was afraid of the boy waking up, but in this case, the more afraid the old man was, the more he was going to do.

The blade cut the skin apart and there was no blood bleeding out of the boy's neck. More strangely, the old man's blood silk would get out of control as soon as it approached the boy, directly following the wound on the boy's neck.

“These bloodfilaments seem to belong to the boy, is it true that the old man only stole the power of the boy? ”

Chan had discovered the old man's secrets, he had become bolder, the blade had completely fallen, and an old man shouted in his ear.

The sharp knife did not fall near the boy's collarbone, the boy whose eyelids kept beating, his fingers suddenly squeezed and his eyes opened!

Blood filaments in the room were instantly divided into two parts, one struggling backwards and the other inhaled by boys.

“You crazy bastard! You woke up the devil! ”

The old man seemed to be getting older, and he turned around and ran, but he hadn't escaped much, and there was an infinite burst of black hair on the other side of the corridor.