My House of Horrors

Chen did not expect the elderly person to record in this way, the other person climbed onto the body in the blood vessels, and when it was extremely painful, they could also do these things, indicating that the person's will is extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary people.

“Old man, you dug up this wound yourself, you can compare your nails. As I saw with my own eyes, you dug it out with your other forefinger and middle finger. ”

“I dug it myself? But how come I don't even remember? ”

During the conversation, a loud breath came from the hallway, and the monster with the skull dug up came.

The horrible face was affixed to the window of Warehouse 4, and its gaze was blocked by a shelf full of specimens, and it seemed to be ready to come in after it could not see the scene in the house.

The door trembled, and the monster was very powerful.

“Don't move around here.” The old man put his sleeve down and walked out of the shelf, walking straight to the door and opening the door.

The giant monster, synthesized by the leftovers, penetrates the house without a face, clean in the cranial cavity, and does not know how it perceives the outside world.

“Who let you in?” The old man's voice is harsh.

In terms of height and size, he's only half that monster, but in terms of momentum, both sides are not at all one level.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and when he found out that the monster had not left, he lifted his arm and stopped it in front of the monster: “This is not where you should be. Get out! ”

Hiding behind the shelf, Chen Song also found the scene a little unbelievable. The strength difference between the two sides was too great, but the atmosphere felt the opposite.

“The world in the eyes of the old man is different from that of me, and it may seem to him that he came in only as a mean ordinary man. ”

The monster was blocked from the door by the old man, who seemed to have noticed Chan Song, with a crack in his stomach and a wide palm dragging a rope full of blood from behind him.

The smell of blood and stench emanated, and the monsters showed their fangs, but at this time the old man not only did not give way, but took another step forward.

He shouted at the monster, and his voice grew louder and louder.

The two sides stalled at the door for a while, and the monster's stomach split open, making a sound similar to a breath, and it was angry, but helpless, and finally unwilling to leave.

When the monster disappeared at the end of the corridor, the old man closed the door, went back to the shelf and lifted his clothes off his arm: "We continued the conversation, you saw me dig myself up with your own eyes, but I don't remember why. ”

“Don't you have any memories of wounds, blood vessels, death in your head, old man? ”

“I seem to have been having the same nightmare lately. Close my eyes and there will be many blood vessels on my body. I struggle so hard to resist, but I will still be dragged into the darkness by those blood vessels, and then I will wake up.” The old man touched the wound on his arm: "I can't remember when these wounds were left. ”

Chen Gong told the old man what had just happened, but only halfway through, the organ on the wall began to beat wildly, and there was another loud breath in the corridor outside. Under no help, Chen Gong had to do it.

“Let's wait a little longer. Now we don't have the strength to defend ourselves, and it doesn't help to tell you.” Chen Song understood, as soon as the old man remembered something important, the bloody world behind the door would force him to control, and the monsters who had been wandering in the corridor would come.

This time, Chen Gong doesn't think he'll be so lucky next time.

It is more important to break the membrane than to remind the elderly of everything.

“Old man, is there anything else I can do for you? ”

Chen Song suddenly opened his mouth and the old man couldn't figure out what was going on. He thought for half a day and stared at Chen Song with his eyes: “I want you to take me to the eighth morgue. ”

“Morgue number eight?” Chen Guo didn't expect the old man to make a request: “The morgue is sealed up. Where are you going? ”

“I don't know, but I think it's got something important to me, maybe I've been in there before, forgotten something. ”

“Do we have to get inside number eight?” It takes time to unlock, and it is likely that more than one monster will be attracted to the door as it opens, and your situation will be dangerous.

“Yes.” The old man nodded, his temper was stubborn and admitted that he only needed Chen Song to help him do this.

Access to cadaver number eight was dangerous, but Chan Song could not find another “person” for a short time, and he now felt that the bloody world was beginning to notice him and that dragging him further down might be even more detrimental to him.

“Stay in the blood mist of the world behind the door, the blood film on the surface of the skin will continue to thicken, and there are two other bad luck bastards in the room in the core area, who will probably suffocate directly if I take too long on my side. ”

Chan Song finally nodded his head: "Okay, I'll take you to Warehouse 8. ”

Receiving an affirmative answer from Chen Song, the old man's expression soothed a lot. He couldn't help but look at Chen Song with a little more appreciation. He didn't know why, so he felt like looking at the boy was particularly eye-catching.

In fact, the old man would have this illusion just because Chen Song was an outsider, he was completely different from the monsters in the door, and the old man felt a little unusual humanity from him.

If Li Xu and Marvel were to come here, the elderly might find them more friendly.

“The keys to Warehouse 8 should be in the principal's office. It's harder to get past. I know a road that leads that way. The nearest one has more security guards and the other one has few people to walk with, but...”

“It doesn't have to be that much trouble, it doesn't have to be a key to open the door.” Chen Gong felt that he was just trying to break the membrane and fulfill the wishes of the old man. He didn't want to get into that kind of trouble: “You just go straight to morgue eight with me. ”

Chen Gong walked to the door, and the old man didn't feel comfortable reminding him: “Every time I leave this room, I have a bad feeling. I don't know why. You pay more attention later. And one more thing, we must not be seen by anyone else. ”

The old man seemed to have had experience in sneaking away before, and he couldn't remember exactly what had happened at that time, but he had a vague impression.

“Don't worry, I'm here.” There is only one thin layer of blood film left on Chen Gong's body. After completing the old man's wishes, he should be able to obtain full recognition, and then he will no longer have to hide in hiding.

Open the door, Chen Gong walked out of the house, and when he came out, there was no change in the passage.

But as the elderly stepped out the door, the entire passage swayed slightly, and the frequency of those organs contracting on the walls became significantly faster.

“Don't delay, go straight ahead! Hurry up!”

The periphery of the underground morgue has complex topography, connecting many buildings, and Chen Guo was fortunate enough to carry the map on his phone photo before coming in.

With a crushed skull hammer, Chen Gong Qingqiao approached the eighth morgue, and the old man followed him with firm eyes.

After the old man left the room, the bloody world changed markedly, and if it had been calm before the storm, the prelude to the storm had now arrived.

There is no turning back, there is no other option, and Chen Gong travels quickly in the aisle with the elderly.

He's ready. Whoever stops in front of him, rush over!

There was a strange smell in the walls, the blood flow in the blood vessels above the head grew faster again, and the bursts in the morgue cabinets on both sides of the morgue seemed to be those like giant pythons starving again.

Turning a few bends, Chen Guo heard footsteps coming from ahead. He gripped the broken hammer and not only didn't slow down his footsteps, he also ran faster and faster.

The people on the other side of the corridor seemed to have heard his footsteps, but the other side was rather timid and stopped decisively.

Turning around the corner, Chen Gong saw two “logisticians” whose bodies were like mud repairing the passageway, pushing a small car, which was filled with crippled corpses.

They patiently put the bodies into the cracked cracks in the walls and then sewed the walls together with red blood filaments.

The two monsters were working hard, and they didn't even care about Chen Song until they saw the old man. He didn't show a ghost expression until he saw the old man. He was nervous.

“Got caught. ”

Chen Guo was ready to go over there with the broken hammer, but was stopped by the old man: “Leave them alone, these guys have very little guts, you hurt them, the security will come immediately, but if you ignore them, they don't have the guts to vent the message. ”

After the old man looked at the two monsters, they turned around very intelligently and started working like they couldn't see Chen Gong and the old man.

“I deal with them a lot, so I know them better. ”

Chen Guo has long seen that the “monsters” are a little afraid of the old man: “Emotions Your old man is also a harsh man. ”

“I can't talk about it. We'll talk about it at the Eighth Morgue. ”

The atmosphere in the corridor was becoming more depressing, and the organs on the walls had begun to bleed out, and the situation was very disappointing.

Turning a few turns, Chen Gong and the old man ran to the entrance to Warehouse 8 in just a few minutes.

At this point, the walls, the ground, and the blood vessels above the head all began to seep out, and the surrounding blood mist became much thicker.

“The door is locked. How do you open it without a key?” The old man stood in the mist of blood, and since he left the room, his head had been sore, as if something was going to break through some sort of restriction and drill out.

“Leave it to me. ”

Now there is no turning back. Chen Gong stared at the lock on the door and raised the broken head hammer high!

“Boom!”

The door trembled, and the organs on the side wall shocked blood.

“Really sturdy.” Chen Gong bit his teeth and smashed his life, pointing at the place where the wall of the door shaft was bound.

He was ready to smash the door from the start, and he had this impulse the first time he passed.

In fact, even if the door was sturdy, Chen Song wasn't scared. In any case, he smashed the wall next to him. In any case, he could always find a way in.

As Chen Song continues to smash, blood filaments continue to climb out of the blood trough to make it look even more stubborn.

After more than a dozen consecutive blows, Chen Song found that the blood filaments were more than decorative, as if there were other special effects. It seemed that the presence of those filaments was the reason why the broken skull hammer was able to wreak havoc on objects in the bloody world behind the door.

Chen Gong himself didn't know how many times to smash it. The noise was too loud. This is completely different from the old man's previous plans.

He also wanted Chen Gong to steal the keys, and then he quietly opened the door and found something that was important to him.

But Chen Gong's style of work is completely out of the ordinary. He may not even have thought of the "headmaster” hiding in the depths of the underground morgue. Some people dare to be so crazy.

The door trembled, the chains on it rang loudly, the locks were loose, and even more frightening was that the walls next to the locks were about to be smashed through by Chan Song.

There was another gasp coming from both ends of the corridor, and a "guard” came.

“Ready?” The old man's heartbeat in the back, his appreciation of Chen Song just now transformed into a very subtle emotion.

“Now!” Chen Gong bit his teeth and took a few steps back. With the strength of his body, he hammered!

“Boom!”

The door of Warehouse 8 hit the wall heavily, the hammer cast undiminished, hit the edge of the wall and rubbed off a large piece of organ.

The locked door was broken open by Chen Gusheng, when the "security guards" on both sides of the corridor were dug up.

They are tall, made up of countless mutilated bodies, carrying resentment and pain, with a crack in the stomach, with arms constantly stretching out.

“Come on in! ”

Chen Gong entered Warehouse No. 8 with the elderly, the elderly's wishes have been fulfilled, and the blood film on the surface of Chen Gong's body is slowly thinning.

He closed the door and held the broken hammer against the door panel with his back: “I hope to drag it to the bloodstream and disappear...”

Chen Gong didn't care about this Warehouse 8, but when he looked up, the whole person stayed.

There is a slight difference between the construction of Warehouse 8 in the door and the real world, with a special container made of flesh and blood in Warehouse 8 in the door, where a man in a white coat, aged around 40, is imprisoned.

“Dr. Chan?! ”

The man locked in the container was Dr. Chen of Jiujiang Children's Welfare Home. At the end of the trial mission in Live Coffin Village, he seemed to have driven away the Weird Talk Society No. 10.

“Why is he here? Did he lose when he was fighting? ”

As Chen Gong pondered, the door behind him was hit hard and an arm with only blood filament was stretched from the door seam.

Those two skull-digging monsters are coming!

“Did you find what you lost, old man? I'm losing it!” Chen Gong's blood membrane on his arm and the last thin layer can't be eliminated.

He's been driving to shout ghost names, but he just doesn't get a response.

“Take it easy.” The old man walked in front of an empty glass container and ended up parked in front of the container in the real world with his own body, with his palms attached to the glass, looking at a passage in front of the container.

“Wei Jiuqing, a professor at Jiujiang College of Forensic Medicine, founded the Jiujiang Institute of Life Sciences before his life. After suffering from lung cancer at the age of 73, he made a will to donate the remains for medical teaching. ”

He looked at the line on the container, and countless memories burst into his head.

Regarding his life, his research, the final image is set when his body is about to fail.

In the ward, he was prepared to donate his body to the school when his children were blocked and he said the last sentence with a pen when he was frail.

“I'd rather have them draw tens of millions of knives wrong on me than one on my patients. ”