My House of Horrors

The door was wide open and the old man stood at the door, with a little confusion in his eyes.

“I'm not dead? ”

This grinning old man, Chen Gong, had seen it, and it was also in the eighth morgue, when the body of the old man was next to Liu Jingyi.

He soaked in formalin in a serene and distinct way from the present.

“It seems that all those who are displayed in cadaver number eight retain their memories and their own personalities, unaffected by the bloody world. ”

The world behind the door is full of negative emotions, and staying in it for long periods of time can be affected by latent silencing, and only those who are purest can persist.

The Liu Jingyi encountered before was that, just now, when he heard that the student had been bullied, he was ready to start out for the student, and he was in good spirits. Now the same is true of the old gentleman in front of Chen Song.

Combined with what Liu Jingyi had just done, Chen Jingyin understood something: “Perhaps it is because the blood-red world cannot assimilate them that they will be forced to manipulate them every once in a while to let them forget something in order to maintain stability here. ”

Chen Gong was a calm man, and another problem soon appeared in his mind: “It is obviously easier to kill them than to control their thoughts, but the bloody world did not do so, the world behind the door has no sympathy and pity, they are still alive, indicating that they will certainly be useful behind the door! ”

“The monsters call the elderly doctors, whether they are Liu Jingyi or this old gentleman, they should be the best doctors in a certain field. ”

“The owner of the door seemed to be trying to resurrect someone, and he kept the two doctors to help himself through the so-called resurrection experiment. ”

Through the monster's conversation, as well as some clues in his possession, Chen Song's heart came to a conclusion.

“The two monsters are afraid of getting into trouble and are reluctant to touch the elderly, but it's completely different for me.” Chen Gong put the white cat in the backpack, put away the broken hammer and walked out of the corner in a generous way.

When I heard the footsteps, the old man looked up slowly, and when I saw Chen Song, I was a little surprised. It felt like he was frightened.

“I wonder what I look like in their eyes.” Chen Song approached the old man politely: "Sir, I have a few words to say to you, can I take a few minutes? ”

“It's supposed to be class time. Which class are you in?” The old man looked at Chen Song for a few eyes and seemed to be slowly reading the habit, and the divine color returned to normal.

“Old man, I just heard the conversation between you and those two.” Chen Guo opened the door and was not going to consume it anymore.

“So what? You think I'm crazy, too?” The old man grabbed the door of the morgue and was ready to return.

“You're not crazy, you're actually dead.” After Chen Guo finished this sentence, the whole passage calmed down and he could clearly hear the blood flowing through the ceiling.

The old man took a deep look at Chen Song, did not speak, slightly nodded his head, and made way.

After obtaining the consent of the elderly, Chen Goshen entered the fourth morgue.

This was a small cadaver, which was later decommissioned for circuit reasons and transformed into a specimen room.

“Boom!”

When the door closed, the old man still didn't say a word, and he walked into the shelf with all kinds of organ specimens.

Chen Gong didn't understand what the old man was going to do. He followed quietly.

The old man led him to the innermost part of the shelf: "Say what you have to say here, and no one can see it outside. ”

Chen Song nodded and said, “Sir, can you describe what I look like in your eyes? ”

“None of the five officers grew up in that long place, and it's a miracle you're alive.” The old gentleman was very polite.

“What do the walls and shelves look like to you? ”

“Wall?” The old man heard something in Chen Song: “It was painted white, just refurbished, very clean. ”

“Do you know what this wall looks like to me?” Chen Gong points to the wall around him: “It is wrapped in a clear layer of blood membrane, filled with thick and different blood vessels, as if it were a human organ, beating constantly. ”

Chen Gong pointed to his face after saying it: “I believe that what I see is the real world, which you should have realized. ”

The more pure and powerful he was, the harder it was to control the world inside the door after his death. The old man belonged to this category. Not only was he unaffected by the negative emotions of the bloody world, but he also slowly perceived something in his constant struggle against the bloody world.

“I know this may be unacceptable to you suddenly, but it's true.” Chen Gong kept an eye on the old man, and as soon as the old man was in the wrong situation, he would take immediate action: “I have seen you in Warehouse 8 of the underground morgue, your body soaked in formalin, and you are in peace. ”

“Are you saying that I not only died, I donated my body to the school?” The old man desperately recalled that he had faintly remembered something, but at this point the mutation suddenly appeared.

The walls, the ground, a few blood vessels rushing towards the elderly in a flash.

Similar things have happened in front of Chan Sing's eyes, this time he is ready to take out the crushed skull hammer when the blood vessels first appeared and smash all the adjacent blood vessels open.

Immediately thereafter, however, more blood vessels gushed out of the ground and walls.

It's dense and numb, and it's scary.

“Old man! Think about what you've made! Everything you see is fake! ”

He protects the old man and breaks the nearby blood vessels, but it only takes a few seconds.

There was a loud breathing noise in the corridor outside the door and the "security guard" was attracted.

“What decisions have I made?” The old man's eyes were a little bright, but the blood vessels wound the old man's body right behind him.

His eyes changed between red and black and white, and the old man's expression was painful, and his body seemed to have been trained countless times to finally form an instinct when he was impatient. When he felt extreme pain, he put his hand in his sleeve.

Eventually, the old man was still not out of control, and after the vessels disappeared, he lay weak on the ground.

“Old man?” Chen Gong knelt down and lifted the old man up: “Can you remember who I am? ”

Covering his heart, the old man stood up from the ground, and he looked at Chen Song and shook his head, then suddenly he seemed to remember something, reaching out and lifting his sleeve.

On his skinny arm, he had a wound dug out with his fingernails.

He looked at the latest wound and thought, “When did you get another one? ”