My House of Horrors

The two girls squeezed together with their backs firmly against the wall and nodded after hearing what Chan had said.

“Don't be nervous, I'll ask you what you answer, just be honest.” Chen Gong shook the shattered hammer in his hand: “I will not hurt you unless you deliberately lie to me. ”

“Ask, we'll tell you everything we know.” Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian looked pale, trembled slightly, and spoke at a slight disadvantage.

“What are your names? Which bedroom do you live in? Who's the counselor?” Chen Gong wants to test each other based on the information he knows.

The two girls honestly told Chen Gong their information, whether Chen Gong asked or not, all told.

“Looks like it's just a regular student, so why did you come here late at night? ”

“There's a legend on campus about sculpture, and if you find it after midnight, you can ask it a question.” Ma Ying told Chen Gong why she and Liu Xianxian came here. In order to prove her words were true, she also took out her phone and let Chen Gong watch the video.

For the first time, Chen Gong saw the video left by Sister Ma Ying before she disappeared. The victim hid under the bed and filmed it. It appeared that a vicious case had just occurred in the house, leaving blood everywhere.

The whole video was only 13 seconds, the last second, and the picture was set on the woman at the window sill.

“My sister's disappearance should have something to do with that woman with a skin condition.” Ma Ying whispered.

“Don't be so arbitrary, the victim hid under the bed, the quilt drowned, the stained sheets revealed through the cleavage of the cabinet door, and apparently the room had just been murdered. That is, in addition to the videographer, there are other victims.” Chen Gong watched the video again: “There was a rope hanging in the middle of the house, giving the impression that someone was going to hang, but there was no chair or other mattress on the ground. Is the killer trying to create the image of the victim committing suicide? The house is messy, but oddly enough, the handicrafts on the bookcase are neatly arranged and the sculpture next to it is not damaged, and this bedroom should not be the scene of the first case. ”

A psychopathic homicidal maniac with a phone and a serious analysis of the case made Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian both a little uncomfortable, and they didn't know whether to be scared or show other emotions.

“The woman at the edge of the window sill was suspicious, as you can see from her muscle lines, her feet should be stepping on something. If there is no place outside this room for people to step on, it means that this room is on the ground floor of a building.” Chen Song and the woman's face in the video looked at each other: “Of course, all this was built on the premise that the woman was not a ghost. ”

The head of the previous analysis was that when Ma Yingdu was about to make an improvement on Chen Song, he suddenly popped up again with an incomprehensible sentence.

“Ghosts?”

“Do you look at a woman's skin tone like a normal person?” Chen Gong returned Ma Ying's phone.

“Then she must be the murderer, as you put it!” Ma Ying recovered a little strength.

“Do you have any misunderstanding of ghosts? Ghosts don't always hurt people. Look closely into this woman's eyes, and there's no malice in it. Besides, if she's the real killer, why didn't she leave immediately after the murder and peek in the window? ”

Ma Ying didn't know how to refute Chan Song, she was the first person to see a ghost.

With a sweat in her hand, she wondered if the man in front of her was also a ghost.

Chen Gong found Ma Ying even more scared, and he didn't know which one of his words poked the other person's heart: “Well, there are no more problems, show me the sculpture. ”

“The sculpture is in the warehouse, which is not very clean.” Ma Ying stutters: “Seems haunted. ”

“What kind of ghosts are there?” Chen Gong asked subconsciously, but his questions stunned Ma Ying and Liu Xian again.

How do I answer that?

Ma Ying's forehead exuds cold sweat. Normal people hear haunts. Even if they are not afraid, they should question them. Why would this person directly ask what type of ghost there is? Is the ghost still classified?

“I don't know much either.” Ma Ying felt tears spinning in her eyes as her voice trembled.

“Show me. ”

Chen Song's voice made no one refuse. Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian had no intention of resisting. They helped each other and stopped at the door of the underground warehouse with a limp.

“Paradise?” Chen Song saw two skewed words on the door: “Why call abandoned warehouses paradise? Is there a lot of entertainment in there? ”

Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian shook their heads, and they didn't know.

“This place is kind of interesting.” Chen Gong squatted down and touched the delicate marks on the wooden door. He penetrated the nails into the marks at just the right depth: “These marks should have been dug out by hand. ”

The marks on the wooden door are dense and numb, making people uncomfortable to look at.

“There's more of those monsters than I thought.” Chen Gong pushed the door open and walked ahead: “Where are the sculptures you are talking about? ”

“Behind that row of shelves inside the warehouse.” Ma Ying whispered, “There seems to be something strange in the photocopier and computer, and the table and chair bench will move itself when we go in. ”

“In the copier?” Ma Ying's words successfully aroused Chen Song's curiosity, and he went straight to the photocopier.

The table and chair bench blocked the road, full of blank paper, each with a man's ghost face printed on it.

“It's ugly, but hiding in a photocopier is a great idea. ”

Chen Gong looked at the copier that had long stopped working, plugged in the pin, and turned on the computer display.

But strangely, the computer in front of us is like it's been out of use for a long time, and it hasn't responded for half a day.

“What's going on? ”

The two girls next to her were also scared and crying: “We didn't lie to you, there was a ghost in this copier, and I saw it! ”

Ma Ying lifted the cover of the photocopier and nothing was in it: “Where did it go? Was it still here? ”

“I know you're not lying, it's probably getting away early.” Chen Guo removed the blocked tables and chairs, some stuck together, directly smashed them, and quickly cleared the road out.

The two girls followed behind, watching Chan Song of the Hammer, and the idea of running away was completely gone.

The three of them walked up to the shelf, and Chen finally saw that ugly sculpture.

“Is this the sculpture that weeps? ”

“Well, it can verify the veracity of a sentence, and if that statement is true, it will shed tears of blood, which we've both just tried, and it's true. ”

Chen Song nodded, he didn't really understand the principles of the sculpture, but it's not a problem, so just ask.