My House of Horrors

Liu Xian waited for someone who did not show up. She lost her soul and walked on the college trail. She did not find Chen Song far behind.

“What if she goes back to her bedroom? Outside?” Chen Gong looked around the girls' bedroom. Although there are hidden places, if they get caught, they will definitely be treated as perverts.

He watched Liu Xianxian enter the first floor of the girls' bedroom and disappear into the hallway.

“Definitely not with the past, leaving the trial mission like this is expected to fail.” Chen Song got a little tangled up, and finally he walked toward the forbidden teaching building: “According to the phone ghost, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian leave the bedroom every night at 1: 00 or 2 am. Today should be no exception, all I need to do is find a place where I can see the female bedroom door and hide. Nobody will ever come to the closed school building at night. I don't have to worry about getting caught by the security guards. ”

Chen Gongqiao entered the forbidden teaching building. He went upstairs and threw his backpack on the floor, silently staring at the girls' bedroom.

“It seems a little inappropriate, but no one should have expected someone to abandon the building. ”

Leaning against the wall, Chen Gong took out his phone and flipped it: “You should have brought the white cat with you. It's so boring to be alone. ”

He searched his haunted house online, saw the latest reviews and stories, and logged onto the short video platform.

As soon as it went online, I saw the mailbox was full. After clicking on it, Chen Song was somewhat surprised to discover that many people had come to hasten more comics.

At first glance, five or six out of ten are related to horror cartoons.

“New Year's Eve, this is about fire! ”

After Chen Gong uploaded the Big Years comic strip to the platform, he no longer cared. I didn't expect to see tens of thousands of comments under that comic strip today.

Many people mistakenly think of Chen Song as a comic book author, praising him for his versatility, not playing live and short videos, and drawing comics can be so powerful, it's a “ghost” talent.

“Fortunately, I didn't finish uploading it once before.” Chen Song flipped his phone, and he organized the comics of the year into a collection called Linglou Ghost, which he uploaded only the first part the other day.

Check the mailbox, Chen Jing roughly swept it, and no comic book publisher or comic book platform contacted him.

“It still doesn't seem to have enough influence, but with so many people to like, Big Years should be happy. ”

Chen Gong remembered the standard middle-aged man who lost his face and lost his mind to the point where even ghosts couldn't bully him. It was pathetic indeed.

He took the comic book out of his pocket and shouted his name softly.

Perhaps a few times before, Chen Song always called Ying Bingnian out at the most dangerous time, completely destroying Ying Bingnian's good imagination of life.

The middle-aged man sitting on the corner of the wall in the comic book turned reluctantly.

“Uncle, look how many people like your comics! More than 10,000 comments, all prompting you to update! They're all your fans! ”

Chen Song slides the phone screen against the comic book, and a comment flashes over. For the first time, the expression on Yan's face changes and seems to be frightened.

He was a little afraid to imagine that his comics would one day be liked by so many people.

“Uncle, relax. This is just the beginning. More and more people will like you in the future, and countless comic platforms and publishers will look for you. Your comics may also be adapted into anime and movies. ”

Nor did Chen Song understand this. He just blew hard, painted a wonderful blueprint for Big Years, and then paved the way for the next words.

“Follow me is absolutely the right choice, I said, your dream, and I'll help you achieve it. ”

In the narrow, shady hallway of the abandoned teaching building, Chen Song holds his cell phone and talks about his dreams in the comic book.

As the only listener, Yan Danian believed Chen Song's words, he sat on the corner of the comic book, holding hands tight, seemed to have waited a long time for the day.

In front of New Year's Eve, Chen Song uploaded the second part of the ghost of Linglou and added a final sentence - a joint production of the Horror House on the West outskirts of Jiujiang.

Looking at all kinds of updated and scammed comments in the comment area, Big Years looks more excited than Chan Song.

“With this momentum, the third ability of the Year will soon be unlocked. ”

Yan was evaluated as the strongest ghost under the red by black phones, but his first two abilities were auxiliary, so Chen Gong looked forward to his third.

He tidied up the comics to be used behind the ghost guests in the spiritual building, and he didn't realize it was 1: 00 in the morning and the campus was very quiet.

“Are Liu Xian and Ma Ying not ready to come out today? Is it because of what happened to Gao Ruxue that affected them?” A man guarded in an abandoned teaching building, Chen Song was bored, he looked at the corridor to suppress terror, hidden expectations of something monstrous suddenly emerged.

At 1: 49 a.m., there was finally movement over the girls' bedroom, and the slightly dilapidated bedroom door in the old school district was pushed open gently, and the two girls quietly walked out.

“Finally waiting for you.” Chen Guo put everything away and backpacked it downstairs.

……

Ma Ying gently closed the door of the bedroom building and looked around. After confirming that no one had found it, she and Liu Xian quickly ran from the front of the surveillance.

Two people mysteriously hid in the woods and then slowly walked toward the abandoned teaching building.

“The whole warehouse is all we've got left. We haven't searched the northeast corner. We'll find that statue today.” Ma Ying looks sad at Liu Xian and doesn't know how to comfort him: “We'll know the answer to all the questions later. ”

Liu Xianxian held the phone and her eyes were red and swollen. She was a little unsure: “We haven't found it for so many days. I'm wondering if the statue exists now? ”

“It should be true, in the video my sister left before she disappeared, about the portrait.” Ma Ying takes out his phone and taps on a video.

The video was only 13 seconds long, but the shot was frightening.

The video may have been taken secretly, from a strange perspective, and the shooter seemed to be hiding under the bed.

Rotate the scene to the outside room.

A swinging rope hangs from the centre of the cabin, and it appears that someone is about to hang it, leaving blood on the ground, and a bloodstained quilt drips off the bed.

The body is not visible in the video, but you can see a bloodstained sheet clamped in the cleavage of the cabinet door.

A western sculpture sits directly on the bed with many pieces of artwork on the bookcase.

Soon after the video arrived, the image trembled slightly, and at the last second of the video, the lens turned to the window, just at the edge of the window, and a woman with a very unusual skin color showed half her head and was looking inside.

Screen is black and the video ends here.