My House of Horrors

After being watched by Chan Song for half a day, the man tightened his collar clothes and coughed gently.

“Have we met before? ”

His voice was cold and muddled, and he didn't seem to care about anything outside.

Chen Guo didn't expect the other person to talk suddenly, he paused a little, and then followed the man's words: “You are very much like a friend of mine, almost the same temperament, haven't we met somewhere? ”

The man turned his head and hid a hint of fatigue in his eyes: "You may be mistaken. ”

“Impossible. I must have seen you somewhere.” Chen Gong and the man were only meeting for the first time, and he said this just to have a few more conversations with each other to get more useful information.

The man was silent for a while, and he looked at Chen Song not as if he was lying, hesitating repeatedly, raising his hand and removing the mask from his face.

High-nosed beam, pale skin, pale lips, purple lips. After removing the mask, the man coughed a few times violently: "You're mistaken, I'm not the one you're looking for. ”

When he finished, he put on his mask and his eyes filled with emotions that others couldn't understand: "I don't have any friends. ”

This man is not afraid of Chen Song. He is a passenger who only got into the car later. He is also a living person. He does not know what is hidden in the shadow of Chen Song. Chan Song and other passengers may not be very different in his eyes.

Chen Gong wanted to figure out what happened in the eastern suburbs and bring all the ghosts back to the haunted house, but what he expected was that there were actually two live passengers on the wagon tonight.

He didn't want to divulge his secrets and couldn't do anything extraordinary in front of the two living people, so he changed his plans temporarily. He lowered his profile and waited for the two living passengers to get out of the car before talking to the other passengers.

Sitting honestly in his seat, Chen Gong looked away from the man and looked out the window.

The rain fell on the glass, and the buildings on both sides were long lost sight of each other, surrounded by pitch darkness, as if they were a small island floating on a black ocean in a 104RV.

The car suddenly quieted down, and the man found that Chen Song had never spoken to him since he finished, thinking he had said something wrong.

He put his hands on his knees and suddenly whispered to Chan Song: “Do you want to ride in this car just to find your friend? ”

Chan's gaze gradually became focused, and the expression on his face began to change, as if the man had guessed the secret of his heart, some anxiety, some pain, and some self-reproach.

Slowly nodded, Chan Gong looked at the man next to him: "How do you know? ”

“The passengers in this car have their own stories and secrets, otherwise no one will come to the bus after midnight. ”

“Listen to you. Isn't this the first time you've been on this bus?” Chen Gongtong pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing the same smile as when he got in the car, but there was a slight depressing pain in his eyes, making people feel heartbroken when they saw it.

“I was on bus 104 at work for almost 20 years.” Men didn't seem to talk to each other for a long time and spoke slowly: “At that time, the department was busy and understaffed, and I often worked overtime, always taking the last bus home. At first I liked the last bus, very few people, very quiet, but then I sat too much, looking at the dark painted buildings on both sides, I would feel somewhat lonely. ”

“Section? What did you do before? ”

“Doctor, burn doctor.” The man placed special emphasis on the three words burn family, and he had a slight flurry in his eyes, as if he remembered something.

“Burns?” Chen Gong has only dealt with psychologists before, and doesn't know much about burn department.

“Surgery, skin transplantation, rehabilitation, that's what we do.” Men say the wind is light and cloudy, but Chen Song hears a hint of heaviness behind these words.

The man also noticed the deep pain of repression in Chen's eyes, as if he saw his own shadow on Chen Song, and subconsciously treated Chen Song as someone like him.

After a brief conversation, they were silent again, and after a long time, Chen Song opened his mouth: “Are you going to find someone in this car too? ”

The man nodded gently and pressed his gloved hands against the scarf.

“Did your wife knit this scarf for you?” Chen Gong asked at the right time, pretending not to be surprised.

When he heard Chan Song, the man stunned for a moment. He took his hand off the scarf and shook his head slowly.

“Not from your wife?” The facts are different from Chen Song's previous guess, and he's a little curious: “Can you tell me your story? ”

It's raining harder, and the rain clicks on the window and keeps making noises.

A moment of silence, the man took off his mask and took a deep breath: “The burn department's patients are not quite the same as the rest of the department, they have no complete skin, no face, no burnt head, no flesh and skin, they are everywhere with us. I used to think I was in hell when I interned, until I got used to the flesh and blood, the stench and all kinds of odors. ”

“Back then, when I thought I was facing a patient, I never felt too emotionally upset again. ”

“Until I was thirty, I met a 14-year-old patient. ”

“She was a child and her back was badly burned with boiling water, and it took me half an hour to separate her clothes from her skin. ”

“The girl was quiet, not crying, not making a scene. ”

“In order to prevent the effects on the child's brain nerves, I had no use for total hemp, and when I separated her clothes from her skin, the child opened his eyes and looked at me. ”

“Her back and her face are two extremes, and I comfort her like I comfort other patients. ”

“After the wound had been treated, I found the adult who had taken her to the hospital and was prepared to give some precautions, but after questioning, I found out that it was the neighbor who had taken her to the hospital, and that the wounds on her were not caused by accident, but by her parents. ”

“I called the police.” When a man talks, he coughs a few more occasionally and is in poor physical condition.

“The girl's father has a serious tendency to violence, and her mother is deaf and mute and has a weak personality. ”

“After a month of police custody educating her father, her mother voluntarily went to the police station to beg for help, after all, the family counted on her father to feed them. ”

“During the treatment of the girl, I stayed with her, and the child was like a white wildflower on the side of the road. Being with her also made me accustomed to the cruelty and smell of bad smell. I felt a little happy for a long time. ”

“One day two months after she was discharged from the hospital, I suddenly received a strange phone call with her voice. ”

“Unable to stand the brutality of her father's drunkenness, she ran away from home. ”

“I took her in and hid it from the police and her family. ”

“I know I may have done something wrong, but I can't imagine what would happen to her if I sent her back then? ”

Speaking of which, the man paused for a moment and saw no change in Chen Song's expression before continuing: “When she was twenty years old, she confessed to me. ”

“I was thirty-six years old, and I saved the process of dating, and we didn't have a license, and there was a wedding just for us that year. ”

“I had the happiest five years with her and was under unimaginable pressure. ”

“By the time I was forty-one, her parents had found her, verbally abused, beaten, tormented her to school, tormented my hospital. ”

“Life changed after a moment. I could bear it, but she gave up. ”

“I called her several times the other day on the last bus home, but no one answered. ”

“Open the door and come home with a prepared meal on the table, along with a long letter she wrote to me. ”

“I finally found her in the bathroom, her body soaked in the water and she was no longer breathing. ”

The man's face was pale and scary. He coughed more and more, and Chan Sing reached out and patted him on the back.

“Thank you.” The man did not wear a mask, and the tiredness in his eyes could not be obscured: “In fact, the passengers in this car all have their own stories, they are busy during the day, hiding their hearts, and by night these helpless, painful, desperate people will take this car to the terminal. ”

From what the man said, he didn't seem to know that the other passengers were ghosts, or that he already knew, except that he thought of ghosts as human beings.

“Do you know anything else? ”

“Too many, like the mute next to me, I've met him before.” With a hint of sympathy in his manly tone: “He's mentally retarded, can't talk, works as a porter in a supermarket, is often bullied, and laughs at other people's goodness. ”

“Then why 'd he get in this car? A simple person should not be missed by filthy things.” Chen Song had some doubts in his heart.

“He went to the terminal to find his daughter.” The man was a little reluctant to go on saying: “For some reason, someone was looking for an off-campus gangster to bully his daughter, the smoke burned his hands and hands, his hair was pulled off, and the surveillance taped something even more excessive. Her daughter never said," I can't take it, it's over. "”

“Campus bullying?” Chen Gong's gaze went down. These things did happen, and he saw them too: “Did you call the police? What did the police do? ”

The man sitting next to him is mentally retarded, physically uncoordinated, and usually falls on foot. It is difficult for a man like him to defend his rights.

“Call the police?” The man cracked his mouth: “The father, whose congenital intelligence was defective and unable to speak, usually walked erratically, stunned the gangsters and all the culprits into an abandoned building on the eastern outskirts, then poured gasoline on them and set them on fire. ”

“He's not well, he's mentally handicapped, so how did he do it all by himself? ”

“The police couldn't figure it out either, so the killer has yet to be caught in this case. ”

The burn doctor and Chan Gong looked back at the man at the same time. He looked a little rushed and smiled at the two of them.

“With brutality, there will be more questions left over, hearts that would have been crippled by injury, harder to withstand the pressures of revenge for killing, and he may go from one extreme to the other.” Chen Gong was unable to evaluate what the father had done and think differently. If he was the father, he would not be able to guarantee what he would do.

“Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth, I think it's fair. Not to mention him. I've seen worse things in this car than him.” The burn doctor whispered, “There was a storm, and I saw a young man in a suit after I got in the car, dressed very spiritually and looked different from the other passengers, but who knew he was a complete lunatic. ”

“What has he done? ”

“The young man, who was a wedding host for several years, presided over hundreds of weddings, and when he finally got married, he was wearing a suit to welcome the bride, but on his way back he had a car accident. ”

“The bride did not save him and his life, though preserved, ruined his face. ”

“The wedding company fired him, and later he became a funeral designer. When someone found him, he helped design the funeral, and when nobody was there, he guarded the cemetery. ”

“These are normal, too, but then he accidentally leaked a message during the conversation. ”

“In the middle of the night, he pulls off the bodies, marries them, and presides over them himself. ”

The man said it was a little scary: "He got in the car to find his wife, and then he was going to make up for another special wedding. ”

Listening to the stories of burn doctors, mentally impaired fathers and funeral designers, Chen Song found that the 104 last shuttle was not quite what he had previously thought. This car seemed to be a passage for Jiujiang's living people into the shadows of the city, and various people rode it to find the last hint of thought.

Chen Gong didn't know how to tell the burn doctor that everyone saw the train as their last hope, but they were doomed to fail because the bus's terminal station was made up of the deepest despair and pain.

Chen even suspected that the mafia behind the eastern suburbs would bring such a bus out to collect despair and negative emotions.

“The Weird Talk Society used to make weird stories for despair and negative emotions, and the ghosts in the door needed these things, and only those suffering from despair and being dominated by negative emotions could be the containers of the ghosts. ”

There are ghosts on the last train, and they come to the terminal with one last glimmer of hope, yet they are afraid to be greeted by another endless world of despair.

“I can't let this happen again, it seems I can only drive this car away, maybe I can get a new route straight to the haunted house. ”

These unusual living passengers in the car reminded Chen Gong of the game he played at Fan Chung's house.

In that game, not only the presence of powerful ghosts and red clothes, but also many perverted homicidal maniacs, Chen Gong is now suspicious that those homicidal maniacs were the living passengers on the 104 road.

“The whole town is full of ghosts and homicidal maniacs, and the masterminds behind the scenes in the eastern suburbs are too crazy to talk about the association. ”