My House of Horrors

Phone The ghost stared at Chen Song, holding the old phone around his neck with both hands, 99 missed calls on the green light screen, each missed call note is - Mom.

Chen Gong felt that the ghost on his phone was not like a grudge spirit. He could not feel any hatred and malice from him, like a child who knew nothing.

“You want me to help you find Mom? ”

The cell phone ghost nodded, and he lifted his dry, thin arm and drew something against Chen Gobi.

After half a day, he suddenly picked up his cell phone hanging around his neck and edited a message to send to Chen Song.

The phone vibrated slightly, Chen Gong slid his screen and tapped on the message sent to him by the phone ghost.

“My mom's been looking for me, and I want you to use my phone to send my mom a message that my phone is in the eastern suburbs of Lywan Town. ”

“Is your wish to send a message to your mother?” Chen Song nodded his head and every ghost had his own story. It was because he was too unhappy to let go that they stayed in the world.

Put away the cell phone ghost and Chen Gong is ready to fulfill his wish today: “It is a waste of time to put such a special ghost in the hands of the Weird Talking Association, only I can bring his abilities to life. ”

Cell phone ghosts can be of great use to Chen Gong's haunted house. As long as cell phone ghosts wholeheartedly help him, there will be fewer and fewer visitors who dare to take photos and videos in his haunted house in the future.

After taking a cold bath, Chen Gong changed into a clean suit and cleaned the haunted house with a simple cleaning.

The park opened at 9: 00 a.m. and the sky was a bit gloomy, but this did not in any way affect the enthusiasm of tourists, which is a significant increase over the previous days.

One-star scenarios are no longer attractive to acquaintances, with most visitors starting to visit two-star scenarios and the most advanced group beginning to challenge the three-star scenarios.

In one morning, six or seven waves of visitors have entered the two scenes of Live Coffin Village and Ward 3, and visitors are more adaptable to the new scene than Chen Gong thought.

Everyone has a threshold of fear in their hearts, and as they continue to experience horror scenes, this threshold in the hearts of visitors is constantly rising, which also puts pressure on Chan Song.

“The reward for the Trial Mission of the Third Ward is the 10 mental illnesses. I really want to put them in the Third Ward. I don't need any other arrangement to scare the tourists directly into crying. The key now is that I can't guarantee that the psychiatric patients' souls will obey my orders 100%. They are crazy. ”

In order to ensure the safety of visitors, Chen Gong did not use the case sheets of the third ward.

“There's no better way to do this at the moment. When someone's about to clear the door, we'll have to let the three of them in first to warm up the tourists. ”

Chen Guo's interest in tourists is manifested in all aspects. While digging hollow thoughts to scare tourists, he worries about the safety of tourists: “It's not easy to do business these days. ”

Sitting in a haunted house, Chen Gong took the tourists underground and rested on his side.

He now has about the same time as Zhang Ya, upside down day and night, live tiger dragons at night, and squeeze in time to sleep during the day.

Take out your cell phone. Chen Gong searched the Internet for information on the town of Lywan. It's just a very ordinary town.

“The cell phone of the mobile ghost is in the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang. His first appearance should also be in the eastern suburbs, but why did he fall into the hands of the Weird Talks Association? Weird talk association and the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang are also connected? ”

Chen Song shook his head and thought it was unlikely.

Busy all day, the haunted house closed at more than 6 pm.

After Xu Wan and Gu Feiyu left work, Chen Guo first called Li Zheng to ask how to cooperate with them.

Li Zheng replied to him, "Don't move lightly for now, wait for their notice."

Now that the police have said that, Chen Gong will naturally not get confused in the past.

He entered the staff lounge, loaded the cranial hammer, repeater and other items into the backpack. After confirming that there were no omissions, he closed the ghost door and took a taxi to the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang again.

Unlike last night, Chen Song is now full of breath. Not only is there no fear in his heart, but there is also a hint of expectation.

Lywan town is not too remote, and the taxi only takes more than thirty minutes to get Chen Song there.

When I got off, there was a little rain in the sky, Chen Gong didn't bring an umbrella, paid for the car, and rushed into a cell phone sales hall next to him.

“Sir, can I help you?” The waiter looked at Chen Gong dressed differently and asked carefully.

“It's okay, you're busy right now.” Chen Gong took out the comic book and found a no-one to communicate with the cell phone ghost.

Not long later, his phone received a new message from the cell phone ghost.

“The roof of Puming Apartment, East Street, Lywan Town? Is that the address?” Chen Gong looked at the information on the phone and found the waiter: “Excuse me, where is Puming Apartment? ”

“Straight down the street, the most dilapidated houses.” The waiter was good, thought Chen Gong was an outside renter, and deliberately told him a few words: “It's a little messy over East Street and poor hygiene. You'd better stay on West Street, and the rent won't cost much. ”

“Thank you.” Chen Gong went to Puming apartment in the rain with his backpack. After a few minutes of running, he finally found what the mobile ghost called the apartment building, which is estimated to be more than 30 years old and looks very dilapidated.

“Is this it? ”

Chen Gong entered the apartment building, the place could hardly see any tenants, and many doors were covered with thick dust.

He climbed to the top floor in a sigh and locked the door to the roof.

The locks are covered in rust and the locking eyes have rusted to death.

“Looks like nobody's been here in a long time.” Chen Gong took the broken hammer out of his backpack, smashed the lock head down and pushed the door open.

There is some garbage piled up on the top of the apartment building and a row of flower pots situated against the wall, although the plants inside are already dead.

“Phone ghost's phone fell here? ”

Chen Gong looked everywhere and finally put his eyes on several water tanks.

This tank appears to be used by tenants in the building to marinate pickles, and each tank is sealed with stones pressed against it.

Chen Singer slowly approached him with a broken skull hammer. He removed the stones from the tank and opened the first tank.

It's empty, nothing.

Immediately after that, Chen Guo removed the stone from the second tank and as soon as it was removed, a strange smell emerged from the tank.

Lifting the lid, Chan Song looked inside and his eyelids jumped slightly.

There is a skinny kid in the tank, his body is dry, his face is very similar to that of a cell phone ghost, and he has an old cell phone hanging from his chest.

Chen Gong stood by and watched silently for a while until his hair was wet with rain: “I found you. ”

He took out his phone and was about to call the police, and the phone ghost suddenly sent him a message.

“Before I tell the police, I want to use my phone and send a message to my mom, who must be worried sick. ”

“Do I have to use your phone?” Chen Guo doesn't know why cell phone ghosts don't let the police call him, but he respects the idea of cell phone ghosts: “Okay. ”

Without wanting to destroy the scene, he took several photographs of the tank and removed the phone from the boy's body.

After all these years, the phone has long been out of working order.

He put the water tank cover back on and was ready to come back after completing the cell phone ghost's last wish.

Put away the shattered hammer, Chen Gong hurriedly went downstairs and ran back to the cell phone business hall where he had previously sheltered from the rain.

The rain slowly grew and his coat was wet.

“Sir, can I help you?” The waiter had just met Chan Gong, and I didn't expect him to come back so soon.

“Can you charge your phones here? This model? If this phone doesn't work, take the card out first. ”

Chen Guo handed the phone to the store clerk. After reading it, the person had difficulty. He had not found a functional charger in the counter for a long time: “Sir, your phone looks a little old. ”

“I haven't used this phone in years. If I can't turn it on, it's fine. You take the card out, I need the phone number inside.” Chen Guo understood the idea of a cell phone ghost and his mother had been looking for him, so he wanted to return a message to his mother on his own phone.

“Haven't used it in years?” Waiter shook his head: "If the user's phone is in arrears for more than three months, the number will be recycled and your number is estimated to have been logged out. ”

“Log out?” Chen Gong stood by the counter, holding the comic book in his pocket tight.

“Let me check it out for you.” The waiter was patient and she opened the back shell of the phone, took out the SIM card inside and found the information on the card through the 20 digits on the card.

Looking at the computer screen, the waiter was somewhat surprised: "Your card really works. ”

“Works? Didn't you say the three-month number would be deactivated? This phone has not been used for at least a few years.” Chen Gong looked at the computer screen, and he also found it incredible.

“You owe three months to cancel, but your phone number has been carded since seven years ago, and someone calls you every month, which is the bill. ”

The computer screen clearly shows this number's payment history for seven years, the most recent payment was yesterday!

The waiter looked at Chen Song and smiled on his face: “Sir, although you have forgotten this number yourself, someone has not forgotten, she can last seven years, it is not easy. ”

“Thank you.”

Chen Guo bought a cell phone directly from the sales hall that could plug in a large card and walked out with his backpack.

He plugged his card into his phone, looked out into the impervious sky, and drilled into the back alley to wake up the phone ghost.

“This is our deal. ”

Chen Guo handed the phone to the mobile ghost, the skinny mobile ghost held the phone and his body was shaking.

The more it rained, Chan Gormer squatted in front of the phone ghost and looked at his face: “Why don't I take you to see her? ”

The phone ghost shook his head, he dared not send a message with his phone, and returned the phone to Chen Gong after a long time.

“She's afraid you won't be able to reach her again after her phone has been deactivated, so she'll charge this number every month and she's been waiting for you. ”

I wonder if Chen Song's words worked, the mobile ghost sent a message to Chen Song and disappeared directly.

Click on that message, and there's an address on it - the Kids' Flower Shop, 37 Puyuan Road, East Suburb.

Chen Guo didn't stop, stopped the taxi to go to the place the phone ghost said.

Almost 8 o'clock, Chen Guo found 37 Puyuan Road, by which time it was already raining heavily.

Chen Gong's coat was wet and he stuck to the side of the street and finally saw the flower shop on the corner.

The area is small, but the setting is very cozy, and you can smell the faint floral scent in front of you.

A woman in her thirties is holding a basket as if thinking about matching branches, main flowers, and liners as she pushes the glass door and the wind chimes.

When she heard the wind chimes, she hurriedly put down the basket in her hand and stood up.

Chen Gong measured the woman in front of him, very ordinary and ordinary: “Hello, I would like to order a bunch of carnations. ”

“For my mother? What color does she like?” The woman leads Chan Song to the side.

“I don't know much, just do what you like. ”

“Then come and pick it up tomorrow morning, or I'll send you a picture, if you're satisfied, and I'll send it back. ”

“Okay.” Chen Gong looked around and found a little wooden plaque in front of the flower shop counter with a very cute boy's picture on it: "Is this your child? ”

The woman nodded her head and her eyes were a little complicated: “He called a child, who disappeared six years ago near a flower shop, and the police suspected that he had been abducted by traffickers. ”

“Human traffickers?” Chen Gong didn't go on, he quietly put the money on the counter while the woman was running away: “Your child will be fine, maybe he's thinking about you too. ”

No more disturbing the woman, Chen Gong walked out of the store.

“Wait a minute!” The woman suddenly shouted at Chen Song and she broke into the house.

“What's the matter? ”

When Chen Guoxiang was surprised, the woman took an umbrella out of the house: “It's raining outside. Take it and give it to me tomorrow when you come to fetch flowers. ”

Chen said thank you, but didn't pick up the umbrella and walked straight out of the flower shop.

The wind chimes were flooded by heavy rain, and Chen Gong circled around and walked into the cafe opposite the flower shop.

He picked a position against the window and summoned the cell phone ghost.

“Talk to her. She's been waiting for you. ”

Chan Gong handed the newly bought phone to the mobile ghost, this poor, dry looking little guy, holding his phone in his hands, standing next to the window glass, silently looking across the street.

The florist's lights went out, the woman took the bag and walked out with an umbrella.

She locked the door to the flower shop as usual and walked away.

As her back became blurred, the phone ghost finally took out his phone, and he thought for a long time, sending a message to the woman using his own phone number.

“I'm sorry. ”

Across the street, a woman heard her cell phone ring, and at first she didn't care.

With an umbrella pulled out with one hand, her body seemed to solidify when she saw the information on the phone's screen.

The umbrella fell and she stood alone in the rain with her phone.

In the cafe, the cell phone ghost lay on the window and cried through the cold glass.