My House of Horrors

The family home of the third hospital is a long time old, looks a little worn out and doesn't even have a doorman.

He went into the next family building and looked at it, and found that none of the rooms were marked with a door number.

“There's only one 304 in the rental ad. How do I find it? ”

Keeping his back in front of the neighborhood, Chen Gong wanted to ask someone for directions.

After a dozen minutes of waiting, a high school student on a battery bike entered the neighborhood.

“Hello, I'd like to ask where our block 304 is.” Chen Gong opened his mouth a long way apart, afraid to suddenly stand up and scare the child.

“Number 304? Sounds familiar.” Which high school student stopped the trolley and pointed to the neighborhood: “It should be in there, I don't know. ”

“Again, did anything strange happen to our neighborhood before?” Chen Gong tried to make himself look nice: “The electricity bureau's family yard across the road is also in the old town, but they obviously looked more lively than our neighborhood. ”

“Nothing strange has happened.” The high school student looked at Chen Song and he thought it was a little strange in front of him.

“Alvin! Who are you talking to?” Next to the third floor came the voice of a middle-aged woman. Chen Song turned her head and looked at Chen Song with a vigilant look on her face and waved to the high school students next to her: “Go home! ”

“Oh, I see.” High school students left by bike.

“Wait a minute!” Chen Gong didn't want to miss this opportunity. He just came to get the drawer and didn't want to make things so difficult.

And after that, he stood directly downstairs and yelled at the middle-aged woman upstairs, "Do you know which floor 304 is? ”

He just shouted, but after that, the only ones in the building with the lights on instantly turned the lights off.

“So serious?” Only a middle-aged woman still has a light on in the residential building in front of Chen Gong.

“Step inside and count the first three floors to the left of the block.” The older sister looked ugly and turned off her own light when she came back to the house.

“You're overreacting, aren't you?” Chen Gong didn't leave directly, and he went upstairs with him behind the high school students.

Park the trolley, don't know what happened to the high school students, walk upstairs with their schoolbags.

“Mom, what's for dinner? ”

High school students were about to open the burglar door outside, and suddenly there was a middle-aged woman's voice: "Don't touch the door! Stomp your feet and come back in! ”

“Stomp what foot? I was just studying myself next night, tired and fast. ”

“Let you do what you want!” The woman's voice got louder and she seemed particularly angry, shocking all the chants hidden on the second floor.

High school students reluctantly stamped their feet. The middle-aged woman opened the door and kept saying: “The child doesn't understand anything, no offense, bad luck go away...”

After reading it several times in a row, she was relieved to let the child into the house: "Take off all this clothing and I'll wash it for you. ”

“I changed it in the morning! ”

“Stop eating if you don't take it off. ”

The burglar door on the third floor slowly closed, Chen Gong walked out of the hall and wondered: “Did the people in this neighborhood make a big deal out of it? ”

The probability of a drawer in a turntable is one percent. The probability of a drawer being drawn is three percent. In terms of probability, the drawer is a little stronger than the sound of a drawer. Not even a red coat.

“Whatever, before it gets dark, get your hands on it. ”

I don't know if that's why he just shouted, but there are fewer rooms in the neighborhood with lights on.

Finding the building that the middle-aged woman said, Chen Song didn't find anything special after entering the corridor, but it looked very dilapidated and seemed to be uninhabited for a long time.

He came to the third floor, left and right of the house, without a door number, but left a contact information on the door on the left.

“Is this 304? ”

Chen Guo took out his phone and dialed this number. It rang only two times and the phone was connected.

“Hello, we are a suitable intermediary, can I help you? ”

“Well, I see you're in a house in the Third Hospital family home. I'm in the neighborhood right now, and I'd like to take a look at the house tonight, if that's okay. ”

“Please wait a minute, let me ask the head of your district.” After a while, a reply was received from the mobile phone, giving Chen Guo another number: “He just got off work, I've explained your situation to him, and he's on his way to you now. ”

“Please. ”

About ten minutes later, a man in a black shirt with a briefcase parked outside the residential building, who looked in his thirties and showed enthusiasm: “What a coincidence, my house is around here somewhere else you might have to wait until tomorrow. ”

“Looks like I have a thing for this house.” Chen Guohao smiled and wondered how God could unwittingly take the drawer away: “Shall we go upstairs and see the house first? ”

“Sure.” The man looked at the pitch-black corridor and was obviously a little scared, but he didn't show up and still had a smile on his face: “Follow me. ”

He took out his cell phone and introduced Chen Gong: “This area of transportation is particularly convenient, with hospitals, schools, libraries, inexpensive prices and huge space for appreciation. ”

When he came to the third floor, he took a set of keys out of his pocket, and Chan Song had pubic pupils, so he could clearly see them, and each key had a number on it.

And the man was going to use the key to open the door, with the number 305 on it.

“Isn't this room 304?” Chen Song asked directly.

Hearing his voice, the key to the intermediary man almost didn't hold. He smiled back at Chen Gong: “This is 305, 304 is the murder house, how can we put the murder house...”

“What I want is a 304, a murderous house or something. I don't mind, as long as the price satisfies me, you can show me into a 304. ”

Chen Quo cut off the iron nail, the intermediary man pinched the key of 304, just didn't dare to open the door.

After a half-day of stalemate, the man burst into tears and walked towards 304: “I must have known that you wanted to see 304, and you would never come here at night. ”

He stuffed the key in the lock: "304 is half the price of 305, but there are some things to clarify, save you from complaining about me later. ”

“What is it?” Chen Gong concentrated. He felt a little unusual drawing this drawer.

“304's first head of household was a gambler who owed a sharp loan and he mortgaged the house to the bank in part. But the profits are not over, and eventually this guy jumped in the neighborhood. ”

“Is this where the murder house comes from? ”

“I'll be honest with you, I'm afraid you won't be able to rent it.” The man opened the door: "He jumped in the second half of the night, and when the police came over, he found out that the man had been cut off with a hand, but he hadn't found the hand anywhere in the neighborhood. ”