My House of Horrors

Before the corpses arrived, Chan Gong closed the bloody door.

As soon as the door panel closed, the blood mist adhered to Chan Song, forming a thin layer of blood film.

“The world behind this door seems different from the third ward, Live Coffin Village. ”

Chen Guo reached out and touched that layer of blood film on his skin. He felt the whole person was wrapped up and had difficulty breathing and was very uncomfortable.

“I was in Living Coffin Village and Ward 3, but I never encountered blood fog on my body. ”

Unknown to his mind, he took out a comic book and found that it also had a thin layer of blood film on it.

Going to the corner, Chan Sing whispered to them for years and weeks, but received no response.

Chen Gong opened the backpack again and pressed the switch of the repeater. However he pressed, the repeater could not function properly, even the current sound of Nasha could not be heard.

“Blood membranes can isolate me from ghosts?” Chen Guo grabbed the crushed skull hammer, and he did not move slightly: “I saw in the living coffin village that the well throwing ghost had manipulated the blood fog in the world behind the door, and the body of Mennan in the third ward had merged with the blood fog, so that it could be seen that the pusher could manipulate the blood fog. ”

Chen Gong thought in his heart: “As soon as I entered the door, I was wrapped in blood film. Is this the arrangement Dr. Gao left behind before he left, or did he not leave Jiujiang at all? He just lied to the police with a special ghost. Now he hid in the world behind the door, quietly manipulating the blood mist in the world behind the door? ”

Dr. Gao is Chen Gong's least willing opponent, in every way.

“The longer you stay in the mist, the thicker and trickier this layer of blood membrane is. ”

Losing the ghost, Chen Gong can only rely on the broken skull hammer in his hand and the white cat who has eaten blood silk, the situation is somewhat unfavourable to him.

There was some panic in his heart, Chan Sing knelt down, turned his head and looked at his shadow. He reached out and touched it. There was no blood film on the shadow.

“She's still here. ”

Chen Song felt a lot more solid. He tried to shout Zhang Ya's name in the bottom of his heart. He could almost hear someone talking, but there seemed to be a long separation between the two. Even if he used a gifted ghost ear, he could still not hear it.

“What is this place? I can't breathe. ”

Li Xu and Marvel were also covered in a layer of blood film. Weirdly, they didn't seem to see that layer of film. They just kept touching their necks, as if they had an invisible rope around their necks.

“Don't panic, stay calm no matter what happens.” After Chen Guo finished, turn the door handle and open the blood door again.

A minute has passed, and outside the door is a world of utter absurdity and terror.

The road is twisted, as if it were a curved intestine, with walls raised outward like organelles of living organisms and a clear layer of blood film on the surface.

The top of the head is like a blood vessel staggered, and countless blood filaments are flowing.

Bloody, far away, as if the world itself were a deformed life.

“Is this the world Dr. Gao sees? ”

How can a person's psychology change in order to imagine the world in which he lives?

“Dr. Gao, what does he think every day? ”

That door in Live Coffin Village was pushed open by a well throwing ghost. In her eyes, the villagers were all deformed animals. Her strongest desire at that time was to escape, never be discovered.

So she pushed the world behind that door, the blood fog was unusually heavy, the visibility was only a meter or two away, and the villagers were all like she wanted, all turned into human monsters.

By the same token, in the world behind the third ward, the patient walked like a walking corpse, living beneath the bed with a broken arm that symbolizes fear, and a slender ghost that symbolizes desire, and so on.

These are Mennan's impressions of the world, and complex emotions are portrayed as monsters in the eyes of children.

The underground morgue is the third door to Chan Song, and the world behind this door is the scariest and most incomprehensible to Chan Song.

“The world behind the door doesn't lie, that's what Dr. Gao really is.” Chen Song looked back: “The world has become a flesh and blood organ, but this room with his wife's photograph has not changed, and this should be the last piece of pure earth in his heart. ”

Grasp the shattered hammer and think for a moment, carefully remove the photo from the wall and place it in your own backpack.

When I opened the zipper, Chen Guo discovered by surprise that he had a model head in his backpack, and if he hadn't put the photo in, he would have forgotten about it.

The man's head was shrunk at the bottom of his backpack, like he was trembling.

Chen Guo stretched his hand over his face and took it out: “Strange, this thing isn't covered with blood film, because it was originally a prop from an underground morgue? ”

Suddenly, Li Xu and Marvel had difficulty breathing. Seeing this scene was even more likely to faint. When they dared to approach each other and saw that it was a model, they were relieved slightly.

But what happened next made them nervous again.

Chen Gong put the model's head on the double bed, lifted the crushed hammer and stood opposite his head: “Tell me how to remove this layer of blood film? Tell me everything you know! ”

The house suddenly became very quiet and no one but Chen Song dared speak up.

The expression of the head model seemed to have changed. Chen Guo's ears moved and he heard a very vague plea for forgiveness.

“Is it talking? ”

The gifted ghost ear worked, Chen Song dropped the broken hammer, put the model head in his ear, and asked the question again.

I can't tell the direction, I don't know where it came from, Chen Song just heard a voice coming into his ear with a crying cavity.

The voice was brief, heard Chen song several times before hearing it clearly, and the other said only two words - acknowledgement.

Dropping the head model, Chen Gong pondered the meaning of the two words: “It means that in order to break the blood membrane, it is necessary for us outsiders to get the approval of the world behind the door? Me and the president of the Weird Talks Association are dead vendettas. It's too hard to get recognition in the back of the door. ”

Chen Gong put the head of the model in the backpack and tried to take the first step outside the door.

The shoes are just as soft, slippery and sticky on the ground as they are on the meat.

This is definitely not a good experience, and if a normal person enters a corridor like this, they are expected to have a lifetime of nightmares.

“Don't push yourselves, but you better stay with me. ”

Chen Guo took the second step, blood flowing through the large blood vessels above his head, and the road under his feet would tremble from time to time.

“The terrain, like the world outside the door, is nothing but flesh and blood on the walls, the ground and everything you can see.” Chen Guo took a deep breath and placed the white cat on his backpack, walking into the aisle with a crushed skull hammer.