My House of Horrors

The elevator was last opened on the twelfth floor, right in the middle of the building.

“The game is over, but the 24th floor still doesn't show up. ”

The silver-grey elevator door was facing the pitch-black corridor, where Chen Guo stood and took out the leaflet of the Talking Society.

“The first floor corresponds to the twenty-third floor, the second to the twenty-second floor, the whole building is singular, the twelfth floor is in the middle and there is no corresponding floor. ”

After thinking about it for half a day, Chen Gong didn't know if he had succeeded: “Is it because the old man saw it? So it failed? Need to try again? ”

Today is Wednesday, the night is dark, alone in the elevator looking at the dark painted corridor outside, Chen Song also felt a little uncomfortable.

“The number 24 is on the elevator display, but there are no corresponding buttons on the control panel, is this a mistake by the installer, or is it done intentionally? ”

Chen Guo was unwilling to leave and decided to go to the top floor to see for himself.

He pressed the button on the 23rd floor and the elevator started rising again.

The numbers are constantly changing and there is no stopping in the middle.

“20, 21, 22…”

Chen Gong looked at the display screen, and when the number changed from 22 to 23, he suddenly realized that the elevator had not slowed down as before.

Digital colors continue to deepen, as if blood were seeping out of the wound, cold air was blowing in the enclosed elevator car, and strange noises were coming from time to time outside the elevator.

Chan Gong stood in the corner, his body half bowed, and his fingertips gently touched the pigslaughter knife tied to his calf.

About two seconds later, the elevator started to slow down, and when the elevator stopped completely, the last number on the display lit up.

“24!”

The silver-grey elevator door opened to both sides, glued with a few strands of blood in between, and a strong odor poured in from the outside.

Cover your nose, Chan is very familiar with this smell, he has smelled similar smells in the room of Wang Song Long in Heming Apartment and on the ground floor of the third ward.

“This smell seems to be unique to the monster at the door! ”

The elevator door opened completely, the empty car caught cold wind, and Chan Sing looked out at the almost completely dark corridor with a glimmer of hesitation.

He did not go directly out, first set the phone to Gu Feiyu's phone, which, although more than the alarm process, can effectively prevent the alarm personnel from leaking their presence.

After setting it up, Chen Song took another thing out of his pocket, and before coming, he was also considering whether to take it out of the haunted house.

“The leaflet requires that all members of the association should not divulge information to each other, so masks must be worn. ”

Chen Googut's house has a lot of faces, but only one of the most comfortable ones to wear - Dr. Cranioface's synthetic face.

“Wearing it feels like I could fit into this psychotic group more easily. ”

The first time someone wore a leather mask outside the haunted house, it was somewhat unnatural, but now I can't even think about the end of these branches.

As he walked out of the elevator, Chen Gong glanced back at the wall on both sides of the elevator door with some blood marks and a broken blood fingerprint, as if someone struggled to climb up to the side of the elevator and was brutally caught back.

The silver-grey elevator door closed slowly and did not come back up after the elevator went down.

“How am I supposed to get out of here? ”

There must be a way to get to the mountain, and Chen Gong can only comfort himself now.

He checked what was on his body and walked towards the corridor.

I could hear someone screaming outside in the elevator, but when I came out, Chen Song found it quiet.

The burglar doors on both sides were all locked and there was no sound coming out of the house.

“It feels like there are no living people on this floor. ”

Keep moving forward, the light gets dimmer and more blood stains start to appear on the walls.

“Is the Weird Talking Society in a room?” Chen Gong walked about a dozen meters forward and suddenly saw a burglar door open in front.

Carefully approaching the iron gate, he was about to look inside, and a man in a bird-mouth mask suddenly walked out of it.

Both sides looked at Chen Song and stopped, but Birdmouth was scared to take a step back.

Chen Gong did not speak first, in this completely unfamiliar environment, the more dangerous it may be.

Both were silent, and after about a few breaths, the Birdmouther asked with doubt: "Newbie? ”

“Yes.” Chen Song changed his voice to make his voice sound more dull and low.

“Three new recruits have arrived today. How can there be a fourth?” The Birdmouth Man is stuck in front of Chan Sing: “How did you find this place? ”

Chen Gong handed the leaflet of the Birdmouth Association to the man. After a glance, the man was even more confused: “It was the leaflet we sent out, but why did four people come this time? ”

He walked up and down to Chan Sing and his long beak almost touched Chan Sing's face.

“I can't smell anything strange...” Birdmouth closed the burglar door next to him, not quite sure said: “You come with me. ”

Chen Gong drooped his head behind him and his eyelids jumped gently. As soon as the bird-mouthed man turned around and closed the door, he glanced inside.

There are several crates in the dark room, one of which hasn't been sealed in time, with half a truncated arm stuck in the crevice, and a circular wound in the center of the palm of the hand, like being pecked through by a bird's beak.

Follow the Birdmouth Man and the two come to the end of the corridor.

“Go inside.” He pointed to one of the deepest doors of the corridor and said to Chan.

“Okay.”

Chen Guo had no bullshit, pulled the door open for a second or two, made sure the door was safe, then walked straight in.

Stepping out, when Chan Sing saw the scene in the house, he gently inhaled the cool air.

The room was much bigger than he had imagined, with an extended dining table in the living room, five men in faceless masks and black robes on the left and right sides, and three men in plain clothes standing by the table without attendance.

“Thirteen…” In just a few seconds, Chen Gong wrote down all the characteristics of those people: “Is it because of the light? How come none of the five men on the left have a shadow, only the five men on the right have a shadow? ”

“Come on in, fourth newbie, good luck.” The Birdmouth Man did not give Chan Song a chance to repent and closed the burglar door.

“Boom!”

The door was closed loudly and everyone in the house was attracted, and a pair of eyes looked across the mask at Chen Song.

“How come there's a fourth new guy?” The man sitting in the first seat on his right stood up and his voice was a little thin, with a scar on his little finger outside.

“Don't interrupt other people's stories.” The person in the first seat on the left spoke softly, with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone.

“But why are there four new recruits?” The man on the right is back in his seat.

“Regardless of how many new people there are now, there are only three left anyway. ”

The man on the left, Yinsen, said that, hearing him, the three new people standing next to the table were a little nervous.