My House of Horrors

“In the face of sickness and pain, people seem a little tiny, which I have only recently come to understand.” The man coughed constantly and his body was almost unsustainable: “I used to be a very temperamental man, but I was slowly gripped by cancer to the edge, and in the battle with it, I realized that people were fragile. ”

“Don't go any further. Stop and rest for a while. I'll be at the Jiujiang World Trade Center in a minute. We'll talk when we meet.” Chen Gong lied about his whereabouts. He made more gestures to the driver than to urge him to drive faster.

The results of the online search showed that the national school built next to the railway was near the southern suburbs, not too far from his side.

“I have stayed in place for a long time and should move on.” The man's voice is trembling, and every time he coughs he pulls his whole body, the pain is unspeakable: “I know you're good for me, but I also want to see the other scenery, which is why I went to that high place. ”

Chen Gong doesn't know how to persuade a man, after all, he is not a professional psychologist.

“When people die, there's nothing left. Just calm down, think about the unfinished hearts and minds in your memory, think about the precious people in your life, they're waiting for you, and every minute you're together is important to them.” Chen Song was fast and he was in a bit of a hurry. He shook the driver's hand desperately.

The driver was also a smart man, and as soon as he heard what Chen Gong had said, he realized the seriousness of the problem and the speed of the car grew again.

As they returned, they soon passed through the entrance to the children's paradise and headed towards the southern edge.

In the suburbs of Jiujiang, the western suburbs are the largest and the southern suburbs the most convenient, but the smallest.

The man's voice slowly became lower on the phone, and he seemed to think of Chen Song as his last audience, telling Chen Song a lot about himself.

Taxis fly down the street, buildings on both sides slowly become shorter and less pedestrian around.

Chen Gong sat in the car and used his heart and soul. While talking to the man on the phone, he stared out of the car, contrasted the map and looked for the national school.

The sound of a man coughing on the other side of the phone is getting more intense, it feels like coughing up his lungs. This is by no means an exaggerated description, just that he can feel the pain he is experiencing in his body at this time.

“Hold on! I'll be there in a minute!” Chen Gong was in a hurry, and the voice on the phone was so real, he always felt there was a chance to recover everything.

“It's okay, I'm used to it.” The man coughed for a long time before breathing a word, and his voice sounded strange, with a kind of relief, a little relief, and a hint of perseverance.

He tried to make everything clear, even though it would sting his already swollen throat and lump around his neck: "You can talk to me so much, I'm happy already, go back, I'm not in the place you said, you don't come to me, the rest of the way just leave me alone. ”

As the wind got louder, Chan Sing held his breath and he was worried about hearing the train whistle in his phone right now.

When that sound sounds, I'm afraid it's when men arrive at their destination.

A few minutes later, the driver sent Chen Song to the place.

At the end of the street is an ancient courtyard, the home of a former clerk from Jiujiang, right next to the National College.

The driver was very smart and did not interrupt Chen Gong's conversation with the man. When he stopped, he pointed out and then pointed at the meter.

Chen Gong hurried to find the man who was preparing to lie on the rail, grabbed a few notes from his pocket and handed them to the driver, then opened the door and ran out with the bag.

On the other side of the phone, the man's will became blurred, his voice intermittent, the foreword did not match the last words, and his condition was dangerous.

“Your story hasn't finished yet. What happened when you first met your wife?” Chen Gong dared not let the man stop thinking, and he tried to keep the other person talking.

Distant iron cabinets can be seen from the streets, with isolation bars on both sides, although a small number of these bars are missing and should have been removed by nearby residents for easy access.

Where is he?

This is where the train whistle and the National Academy are met. The phone hasn't hung up yet, so Chen Song didn't dare make too much noise. He ran outside the isolation bar, and his ears were whistling wind.

The tracks of the night look like a ladder leading to the other side of the world, with no end, reaching deepest into the darkness.

“This ladder will not reach heaven...”

When the next train is unknown, all Chen Gong can do is do his best to find each other and take it somewhere safe.

Chen Gong doesn't know if it's right or wrong, but he still wants to do what he can to make men think again.

With his phone in his hand and a big bag in his hand, Chen Gong ran off by the railroad tracks alone: “Calm down, you must calm down! ”

The first two victims, Chan Gong, could not be saved. He will not miss this one again.

The cough sounded again, and the man's physical condition seemed to have reached its limit. He stopped and did not move forward.

“I'm almost there.” Men's voices are coming out of their phones: "Still a little reluctant, should have stayed with them more before. ”

As the man opened his mouth, Chen Gong's pupils narrowed, he used pubic pupils and found a figure far away.

The man sat in the middle of the railroad track, and he had a track that seemed to extend into the darkness without end.

Is that him?

Chen Gong ran towards the person, slowly, a little light appeared in the night.

The roaring wind sounded, and a man's voice came out of his phone: “I've seen where I want to go, it's the light, the light that slowly approaches me...”

“Come on, get out of there! ”

Chen Gong knows exactly what the light is. The train is coming!

He threw away the bag and flushed it towards the shadows.

Trains start sounding clearer and clearer on the phone, and Chan Song gets closer and closer to the shadow.

He stopped caring about other things, and there was only one thought in his mind, pulling that dark shadow away.

Fully rushed, Chen Gong saw the flying train, his lips bled and his scalp continued forwards.

If there were a third party, it would feel like Chen Gong was actively crashing into a train coming from afar.

“Out of the way! ”

It was just a blink of an eye, and Chan Song had rushed into the shadows.

Before the train came, he reached out and grabbed the shadow.

His palms were cold and he couldn't think about it. Chen Guo grabbed the thing and fell outside the railway track.

The train passed by and was a few seconds away.

His body was soaked with cold sweat, and Chen Gong had never been so afraid when facing the red coat.

The wheel crushed the railroad track, and the sound was so heavy that Chen Gong was relieved only after the train went through.

“Are you all right? ”

He quickly looked at the black shadow he had just grabbed. He looked back around and found it standing on the other side of the railroad tracks, keeping a distance from Chen Song.

“Why did you save me?” The shadow makes the same sound as it does on the phone.

“Do you need any other reason to save lives?” Chen Gong questioned each other and hung up and walked towards the shadows.

As he approached, the five officers of the shadow began to change slowly, seeping every drop of blood from under his skin and slowly dyeing his coat red.