My House of Horrors

“It's after 2: 00 in the morning, and the time is up. ”

Chen Gong took out his phone and looked at the information recorded above, and he was thinking about how to complete the task of the underground morgue.

Passengers rush to the suburbs to abandon school late at night. The driver in the front row is under a lot of pressure and sweats frequently. He quietly follows Chen Song's move through the rearview mirror.

Always so stared at, Chen Gong was also a little uncomfortable, he doubted that he would continue to do so, soon to be on the black list of Jiujiang Taxi Company.

“Looks like I should consider buying a car too, but I don't have a driver's license. Forget it, let's wait until we get a strong ghost who can drive. ”

Chen Guo's mind flashed past the truck driver of the moving company in the eastern suburbs and thought he was a good fit.

“When I finish my underground morgue assignment, I'll go to the eastern suburbs, and if that truck driver agrees to join the haunted house, I'll save money on buying a car. ”

I didn't feel comfortable smiling on my face, and Chen Gong felt that he had discovered another potential employee.

At 2: 40 a.m., Chen Gong came to the outskirts of Twilight High School. He went into the messy bush and saw the school hidden in the night not far out.

“This place is just a two-star horror scene, but how does it make me feel worse than the third ward? ”

Chen Goo pulled the backpack and pulled the lock. He came to ask the old headmaster for help. He didn't want to make it too scary, but he had a broken skull hammer and his heart was always a bit untrue.

Grabbing the hammer handle, Chen Gong pressed the repeater switch to enter the abandoned school.

“The old headmaster showed up in the last classroom before. ”

The murderer of the cadaver in the well has been apprehended, and no one has been here for a long time since the police withdrew.

The playground was full of weeds and Twilight High School changed back to its original appearance.

Walking on the burnt corridor, Chen Gong entered the teaching building, and he pushed the door of the last classroom and looked inside.

A row of tables was arranged neatly, and Chan Sing sat in the middle of the classroom, as he had done for the first time.

Weird characters are written on the blackboard, strange requests are engraved on the desktop, windows shake slowly, and night winds blow into the house from the broken glass.

The same scenario, but Chen Gong's thoughts are quite different from the last time.

“Where can the old headmaster hide? ”

Chen Gong didn't mean anything to the old headmaster, he just wanted to reunite him with the students.

For a moment, Chen Song took a ballpoint pen out of his backpack.

He sat in the middle of the classroom and played the Pencil Fairy Game.

“Pen Xian, Pen Xian, you are my past life, I am your present life, can you tell me where the first principal of Twilight High School is now? ”

A ballpoint pen wrapped in transparent tape stood on the table and hesitated to write three words: "Office. ”

Seeing these three words, Chen Gong nodded softly, and he felt that Pen Xian had developed a sense of belonging and even a sense of honor for the Terror House, which was very comforting to him.

Getting up and leaving the last classroom, Chen Gong entered the office building, where he was checked, and finally found the principal's office deep in the hallway.

In order to make a good impression on the old headmaster, Chen Gong knocked on the door five times before smashing the lock with a broken skull hammer to make sure no one responded.

Breaking into the door, Chen Song found the house empty.

“Twilight High School was built little by little by the old headmaster, and he shouldn't have left here. ”

Maybe it's not the right time, or the old headmaster has other concerns, so he doesn't show up.

“The headmaster was an old good man before he died and went back to Twilight High School just because he couldn't trust the more than twenty students. Now that those students are under my care, has he let go of his obsession completely dissipated? ”

Chen Gong thought about it, and it's not unlikely.

Close the door and Chan Gong walks into the house.

The principal's office is very simple and has nothing but desks, chairs and a bookcase.

“Pen Xian must have sent me to the office for a reason, didn't the old headmaster know I wouldn't let him go? Did you know I was coming? ”

Chen Gong's mind appeared to be a little uncertain about the fat old man.

He walked to the table, pulled a few drawers, looked up and down, and the first drawer had a few certificates for the city contest.

Twilight High School teachers are weak, students have poor academic performance, and participation in the various competitions held in the city usually exists as a mattress, with few certificates obtained, but each one has been carefully preserved by the old headmaster.

“The old headmaster really wanted to put the school in order, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough on his own. ”

Chen Song opened the second drawer, which was filled with letters of thanks, mostly written by students, and thanked outside lovers for their donations.

“I can't believe he kept these things. ”

After a half-day look, Chen Guo didn't find anything useful either, and he opened the last drawer.

Inside is an old glasses and a few thick books.

“Heartfelt Donation Statistics? ”

Chen Gong opened the ledger and when he saw the name of the person in the first line, he stunned.

“Dr. Gao, Jiujiang Psychiatric Disease Research Center? ”

In order to make sure that this doctor was the one he knew, Chen Gong also searched the Internet.

“Yes, this man is Gao Ruxue's father. ”

Reversing the books, Dr. Gao ranked first among all donors, which changed Chen Gong's opinion of Dr. Gao.

There are also several corporate donations behind the books. Each time they make a passionate donation, they get a big banner, there's a media broadcast, and the whole world can't help but know, but the actual donation has not yet come from a very high doctor personally.

There is no silent donation to the school, and Dr. Gao seems to have done it just to do good.

“Would such a person be the president of the Weird Talks Association? ”

Chen Gong stood at the table. If Dr. Gao really talked about the president of the association, he would be the most complicated person Chen Gong had ever met.

“What does he want, on the one hand, to donate schools and treat patients, and on the other, to kill and extradite ghosts behind doors? ”

No one can guess what Dr. Gao thinks, the best psychiatrist in all of Jiujiang, seems to have buried his heart.

The books ended with a handwritten reply from Dr. Gao to the children, all of which were retained by the old headmaster.

Chen Song flipped a little bit to the end, and he saw a picture at the end of the book that was stuck in the book.

The person is a little unclear, but you can still see at a glance that the person in the picture is Dr. Gao.

He stood with another young man, surrounded by a group of children, and a somewhat shy woman standing not far from them.

The woman's face was very blurred, but in size, she resembled the strange woman Chen Gong met at Jiujiang Forensic Medical School.