My House of Horrors

Men's bodies and girlfriends stick together, but their sleeves are dragged into their hands by Chan Sing.

He stood at the front door of the bus 104, some regrets: "Why don't you let me think about it? ”

“You've done me a great favor, and today I want to thank you very much.” Without waiting for the man to finish, Chen Gong has dragged him and his girlfriend onto the bus.

The door was closed, the 104RV was moving slowly, listening to the cold air in his ears, and the man and his girlfriend felt the deep chill.

After the three coins had been coined, the couple went towards the back of the car with the driver's grudging eyes.

Chen Guo held the electric train next to the driver, and he turned his head to look at each other and didn't speak.

The cold sweat on the driver's forehead slipped down his cheek, wearing an old bus company uniform, holding the steering wheel tightly in his hands, and a blue ribbon appeared on his back.

“You don't look well? ”

“Fine, old man.” The driver dared not look at Chen Guo, staring at the road ahead: "... the new passenger in the car please go back, our company has rules not to allow the driver to talk to the passenger while driving. ”

“Your company won't let you talk to passengers? So did your company stipulate that passengers should not be allowed in the car at night?” The Psychic Trial Mission almost failed. Chen Gong finally caught up with three stops on the electric bike with his old life. This could not be tolerated by anyone.

“I saw you riding an electric bike thinking you were just sheltering from the rain at the station, so you didn't stop.” The driver was somewhat cautious and held up for half a day to come up with a reason.

“You're quite right.” Chen Gormer shoved the crushed hammer back into his bag. He looked at the driver and nodded his head profoundly: “What's your name? ”

“Tang Jun, Jun of the horses.” The driver felt like he was being targeted and his calf was shaking unnaturally.

“It's good.” The driver treats passengers well, and people are not rigid and alert. Isn't this the kind of ghost that Chen Gong needs?

Without being a hard driver, Chen Gong looked at the other passengers on the last shuttle on Route 104.

In addition to the couple sitting at the end and Chan Song himself, there were eight passengers in the car.

A man wrapped in thick clothes, he wore a mask and a hat, and his entire face revealed only one pair of eyes.

Next to this man was the man who had just boarded the car at the previous stop and his limbs were extremely uncoordinated, as if they were mechanical dolls that had just been stitched up in a toy factory and had not been commissioned.

In addition to these two passengers, Chan Song watched them get in the car with his own eyes, there were four women in sick uniforms, four of whom sat beside the window of the car, keeping their heads down, long dark hair covering their faces and looking a little scary.

Chen Gong's eyes swept from them and finally stopped on a middle-aged woman in the third row.

The woman looked ugly, five big, three thick, and she was holding the hand of a little boy next to her.

The kid also looked four or five years old, leaning on the woman, and no matter how turbulent the car was, he never opened his eyes.

“It's not like falling asleep, it's like a coma. ”

For the first time, Chen Gong boarded the last shuttle on Route 104. The situation in the car was not quite the same as what Xiaoqu had said at the time. He did not see any high school students and soaked men in the car. The only one who could get to the number one was the middle-aged woman.

“The child next to her is the child in the red raincoat? ”

Chen Gong was not sure because his description of the child was not quite the same as that of the boy.

“Could this woman have gone to the eastern suburbs to abduct another child? ”

A little irritability flashed in his heart, Chen Gong stopped the electric car and went straight to the last row of the bus.

The couple hid far away, but I didn't expect Chen Gong to take the initiative to find them.

The two moved in somewhat awkwardly, their bodies sticking together all the time.

“In public, you two pay a little attention. ”

Chan Gong sat next to the man as if he could not see the other spaces: “Brother, thank you just now. ”

The man couldn't touch his head and smiled politely at Chen Song.

Close, Chen Gong only saw that there were obvious burns under the man's neck, and there was a clear contrast between his pale skin and his handsome face.

This seems to have happened to both men and women before, except that one time they didn't seem to get in the car.

“What's the matter with you two? It was fine on the platform. Why did you two quarrel as soon as this car came in?” Chen Song asked casually.

“I wanted to move to the eastern suburbs, and she was worried she wasn't used to living there, so she quarreled.” The man's voice was hoarse as if his voice had been burned.

“What's good about the eastern suburbs? It's more comfortable to live in the western suburbs. You haven't lived there before. You'll love it when you get there.” Chen Gong stared at the passengers in the car, not too relaxed. Jedi is a two-star trial mission, similar in difficulty to Twilight High School. Although there is no red coat, it is still somewhat dangerous for Chen Song.

“West suburb?” There was no option in the man's plan, but he was embarrassed to rebut Chen Song in person and could only deal with one sentence: “I will go and see it when I have a chance. ”

“You'll never regret it.” Chen Gong smiled kindly: “If I may ask, what did you two do before? ”

Speaking of his previous job, the man lowered his head slightly, but the woman next to him said, "He's my violin private teacher, and my father hired him from the province for a very high price. ”

“Do you still play the violin?” Chen Gong's eyes are bright, this is a talent!

The man touched the woman and didn't want her to keep saying it, but the woman seemed to remember something sad. Grabbing the man's hand dead didn't let go.

Her nails have been dug into a man's flesh, but no blood seeps out of the wound: "He's better at lying and cheating than playing the violin. ”

“What are you talking about?” The man's voice got harsher: “I never lied to you, I just wanted you to give me some more time. ”

The woman looked straight into the man's eyes, and a moment later she moved her gaze away: "It doesn't matter, now that we're finally together, nobody can separate us. ”

Chan Song listened patiently, and he preferred this life with stories.

Fluctuating experiences often breed different emotions, and intense emotions can sometimes infect tourists.

Take out your phone, Chen Gong searched the news of Jiujiang in recent months, the keywords were set as couples, burns, and soon he found one.

After the suicide of the last investor in the Mingyang district, his only daughter and her violin teacher committed suicide in the Lywan mall, which police suspected was murdered by others in the company when the Jiujiang River was still raging.