My House of Horrors

Chen Gong hung up and touched the door.

He held the broken hammer in his right hand and opened a gap in his left hand.

The light shines on the pitch-black corridors, and the interior and exterior seem to be two different worlds.

“Who are you looking for? ”

A tall, thin man stood at the door, his eyes dimpled, his skin rough, and he looked very pale.

“I just came to remind you.” Men are always at a distance from the door: “Never spend the night here, never live on this floor even if you have to stay in the neighborhood. ”

“Why?” Chen Song really wanted to hear what this strange person would say.

“Never mind why, just don't spend the night here.” He coughed twice, stretching his right hand out of his pocket and covering his mouth, squeezing a sentence out of his teeth as if he were afraid to be heard: "Someone disappeared in a room on this floor. ”

“Missing in the room?” Chen Gong remembered what an intermediary said. The second guest was an English teacher and strangely disappeared at home.

“Let's go, or we'll be too late.” The man just seemed to want to come and remind Chan of the good intentions.

“How do you know all this? You're a tenant here, too?” Chen Quo's half body was exposed outside the door and his hand with a broken skull hammer was hidden inside the door.

“Well, I live upstairs, and I just heard you talking to yourself down there.” A tall, skinny man wears an old jacket with his hands in his pockets, he doesn't seem too well and walks slowly: “I thought you'd come in and look and leave, who knows you actually went into the house and looked like you were going to spend the night here, so I thought I'd come and remind you. ”

“I'm talking to myself?” Chen Gong swallowed his saliva, and someone else was about to come over and think he was starting to panic: “Have you ever had a similar situation in this building before? ”

“Appeared, but it was daytime, like you came all night. I've never seen you before. ”

“What happened to those people? ”

“Some are crazy, some become tenants here, but those tenants are better off than crazy. They either committed suicide or disappeared. ”

“Some crazy? Different people still end up different? ”

“Nor is it.” The man stretched out his right hand to show Chen Song closer, but Chen Song didn't do what he asked.

The tall, thin man had to take a step forward himself, whispering: “I heard that crazy people came through the regular intermediary and became tenants, and the people who ended up in trouble called the ghost intermediary number. ”

“Ghost agent?” Chen Gong remembers that the girl on the phone stays the same, but has a polite voice: “What is a ghost broker? ”

“It also starts a few years ago when this 304 house next to you was murdered before, and it looks like a real estate agent died, and the killer still hasn't caught it.” The man took a breath and looked upstairs. Except for Chan Song, it was dark everywhere else, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

To confirm repeatedly, the tall, skinny man said carefully: "Since his accident, the house has been idle, but strange things keep happening. Often people come here and ask where they see rental information, and their answers vary, from online to roadside advertising to where guests themselves forget to see it. ”

Tall, skinny man came here for a moment and looked slightly puzzled at Chen Song: “By the way, where did you see the message? And... how did you get the key to the room opposite 304? ”

“This process is a little twisted.” Chen Gong glanced at the real room 304: “I saw the phone number left by the agent on the door before dialing, and then there was a man in a black shirt, probably in his thirties, who gave me the key. ”

“Thirties? Black shirt?” The tall, thin man said it over and suddenly opened his eyes: “He's back! ”

After saying this, the tall, skinny man walked upstairs as if he had been frightened.

“Hey, make it clear!” This tall, thin man was too suspicious. Chen Gong didn't intend to let him go and chased him out with a crushed hammer.

The man also didn't know if he saw Chen Singer's broken skull hammer and ran straight up his head.

Old buildings like the Third Hospital Family Hospital, only have 78 floors, not quite tall. Chen Gong's phone kept shaking when he reached the fifth floor.

“Stop!” Chen Quo was not distracted, he caught up with a six-floor breath and finally caught a tall, thin man: “What are you running for? ”

“The victim of the sale was in her thirties! The white shirt he was wearing when he was dying was soaked in blood and ended up in red and black!” The tall, thin man was emotionally agitated, and after seeing Chen Singer's crushed skull hammer, he clearly showed more “agitation”.

“Almost as much as I thought, it looks like I just met my first guest and now what I need to consider is whether the agent has a problem or not.” Chen Gong's phone was still vibrating, and he took it out.

At this time, the tall, thin man across the street was facing the fence and seemed reluctant to approach him.

The screen flashed and the intermediary sent him housing information, the first of which recorded some information about the third guest gambler, Chen Song was scored at the bottom of the screen, and the intermediary sent him a thoughtful photo of the gambler's life.

“Mental depression, dimpled orbits, lean body!” The moment I saw that face, Chen Gong's body reacted one step faster than his mind, and he slammed a crushed skull hammer against the railing in front of him.

When I saw a tall, thin man, there was this speculation in Chen Song's heart. He reached out only his right hand no matter what he did, and his left hand was stuck in his pocket.

At that time, Chen Song thought in his heart, whether this man has no left hand at all!

“Boom!” the hammer bent the guardrail, the tall, thin man hid aside and his body twisted abnormally.

Nor did he come hard with Chan Gong. With a strange smile on his face, he jumped over the guardrail to the next floor and eventually disappeared to the third floor.

“He must have run into room 304. ”

When Chen Gong left the room, he did not bring the repeater with him. In order to avoid accidents, he decided to evacuate to the third floor.

Go back to room 305, turn on the repeater switch, and Chen Gong feels safe.

“This is an interesting building, and it's all the same, actually, with a ghost in it, and I can't believe anyone here.” Chen Gong recalls his conversation with a tall, skinny man: "The gambler has been persuading me to leave, not knowing if he was giving me a psychological cue or really not looking forward to seeing me. ”

Pack everything up, Chen Gong takes out his phone and looks at the screen.

“The agent only told me about the gambler, not the first two guests, did she do it intentionally? What's the connection between these people and the drawer?” Chen Song shook his head: “The ghost I smoked this time is really special! ”

He dialed the intermediary phone, grabbed the broken hammer with one hand, and placed the phone in his ear with the other hand.

“Hello, the information has been sent to you. Can I help you?” The voice of the intermediary on the phone is still polite, and it's almost 12: 00 pm!

“Well, I have one last question to ask. ”

“You say. ”

“Are you a ghost? ”