My House of Horrors

The third drawer could not be opened regardless of how Chen Gong pulled it out. He tried to pull the top two drawers out completely and wanted to see what was in the drawer from above.

But he was disappointed that the middle of the drawer was deliberately separated by planks that could not be seen.

“The house is clean, and I don't want to mess it up, so if you can understand me, you better come out yourself. ”

Chen Gong was not the first to threaten a ghost, although he didn't know if it would work.

Grabbing the edge of the drawer again, he did his best, but the drawer was stuck with something.

“Xu Yin! ”

Chen Song summoned Xu Yan, one by one ghost grabbed both sides of the drawer.

As Xu Yan began to force, his wound collapsed again, and the blood slid along his pale arm, dropping to the edge of the drawer.

The drawer, which could not have been opened, slowly loosened up.

“Harder! ”

Xu Yan has no reservations, Chen Song let him do what he will do.

A wound cracked, the blood stained the infrared coat, the sound of Xu's voice was blurry, his hands filled with his own blood: “It hurts! ”

The drawer with the stiff seam was finally pulled a finger wide, and the power of Xu Yang seemed to affect what was in the drawer.

Blood runs out, the drawer is pulled out a little bit by the sound of Xu, about half palm width, the drawer suddenly stretches out several hands!

There are men and women who look different and they seem to be trying to stop Chen Song and close the drawer again.

Suddenly, Chan Song and Xu Yin both let go and the drawer slammed back together.

“Why do you have to?” Chen Guo stopped the promise to continue to open the drawer and picked up the shattered hammer: “I do it for your own good, after all, we may work together in the future. ”

“I hope you think about it, and I could totally smash the table with violence, or burn everything down with fire, and then look slowly in the wreckage, but I didn't do that, and I'm a very nice person in my bones, and you can ask my friends about that. ”

Chen Gong squatted next to the drawer and was not afraid to drill anything strange in the drawer. He grabbed the drawer handle: “This drawer is mine, and now I just want to get it back. ”

Fingers slowly and hard, Chan Song tried to pull the drawer: “I won't worry about what happened tonight. Although you lied to me three or five times, you didn't really want to murder me, you should just want to scare me away. In fact, there is absolutely no need for you to take this approach. I am a reasonable person. If there is anything to say, we can discuss it together. ”

Speaking of Chen Gong's idle hand raised the shattered hammer: “For example, now that you have nowhere to go, sooner or later you have to face me, why don't you put your guard down and let's have a good conversation. ”

The closed drawer twitched slightly, seemingly dividing the ghost who lived in it, more than a dozen seconds later, and the originally closed drawer proactively popped a centimeter out.

“Nice, enlightening, fabricating material! ”

Chen Gong took out the third drawer and placed it on the desktop, only a few handmade comic book books.

“Did the painter do this himself? ”

The notebook says that no publisher is willing to publish the cartoonist's work, and in his time, physical publishing should be the only way out.

“So many ghosts came out of this brochure?” Looking back at what happened tonight, Chen Song figured something out, and he opened up a comic book that the cartoonist had made himself.

The painter's painting style is truthful, looks very strange, no wonder few people are willing to publish his comics, a few more glances are a little faint.

The entire comic book consists of five small stories, the first featuring a gambler, tall and thin, with an orbital trap that looks exactly like the tall and thin man Chen Song had seen before.

The gambler was born into a single-parent family whose father had never met and was raised by his mother.

He was not well educated, he had nothing to do all day long, people were still betting, still in his thirties, playing bareback and relying on his mother's house.

Life doesn't mean anything to him, it just means being alive.

But just when he was 37 years old, his quiet life was broken, his mother, who had been caring for him, was seriously ill, and his mother's hard savings quickly ran out.

His mother wanted to give up treatment, but the gambler disagreed, and he sold everything in the house, leaving only the old house.

The mother's surgery is still a long way off, and even if the surgery succeeds, it will not be possible to work heavily in the future.

He thought about it and started borrowing shark loans.

The operation went well, but the money owed had doubled a few times, and the debtors came to the door and forced the gamblers to sell their mother's house, and the gamblers said they would let him think about it overnight.

The next day the debt collector came to the gambler with the notary, pushing the door open and everyone was scared.

There was a basin full of blood on the round table, and the gambler's left hand was cut off and he stood at the table with a knife in his right hand.

He said that he had never done anything for his mother, that she could not work after surgery, and that without the house, she would never know where to live.

So he won't sell the house, and if the outsiders want to rob it, he'll pay his own debts.

All the notes were signed by him. He rushed out of the room with a knife and nobody dared to stop him. He had to watch him run to the eighth floor and jump down.

The gambler died instantly, but the hand he chopped off was hidden somewhere.

The second story featured an interning English teacher, who was rented a living room and a large bedroom by the host's old lady, who lived in only one small bedroom.

After the old lady's son left, people fell in love, and the English teacher took care of her as her own mother.

The two got acquainted and everything was moving in the right direction.

The female teacher has to make up for the students at night and come back late. The old lady would cook and put it on the table in advance. She was old and ill, and usually went to bed early.

Fearing to come back and close the door to disturb the old lady's rest, the female teacher would always ask the old lady to close the door while she slept.

One day the female teacher returned late, she had no idea that someone had already been watching her, and as soon as she entered the corridor, someone rushed out and covered her nose.

She struggled wildly and fought with the murderer in the hallway. The murderer did not expect her to resist so fiercely. In order to prevent the female teacher from making a voice and attracting the attention of others, the murderer covered her mouth and nose dead and grabbed the knife and killed her.

Without being able to dump the bodies in the corridor, the murderer took the female teacher back to his rented room and disposed of the bodies.

The next day the old lady found the body in the drawer.

The killer fell behind the net for five days, but the old man's illness worsened, and she was hospitalized with the help of the community.

At this time, there was a third tenant in the house, a real estate seller, who was the protagonist of the third story in the comics.