My House of Horrors

The atmosphere was heavy, Chen Song stopped, and he and Blackshadow separated on both sides of the railroad tracks.

In the face of ordinary brutality and ghosts, Chen Song can do it without changing his heart, but the red coat is still very stressful for him.

In an effort to save lives, he ran and threw all the bags of robotic cat costumes and his own backpack on the side of the road.

The employees are not with him at this time.

The palm of his hand is broken, Chan Song is a little uncomfortable, he always wants to grab something to keep himself calm.

The night is like a screen covering the moon and the stars, and the change in the shadow is not over.

Originally weak and straightened, the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes were smoothed, blood seeped out of the forehead, and a strange symbol was drawn on the face, like a birthmark, like a blood-red tattoo.

Chen Gong and the man were separated from each other on the tracks, and he looked at the man, not close.

“Birth marks? ”

Chen Song was the first to see such a powerful ghost. The blood painted a symbol on his face. If you look closely, you will find that the pieces like birthmarks are formed by countless faces overlapping each other.

They occupy half the men's faces, which means that only half of the men's faces are what they are, and the other half are as if they were constantly changing.

“This momentum far exceeds Xu Yan, and is worth the rarity after Zhang Ya's red coat. ”

After swallowing his saliva, Chen Song turned his head and looked behind him. He threw his backpack a long way away. Now he can't even run back.

Standing there, Chan Song told himself to calm down, as if he didn't see the real identity of the man, and said in a very natural tone: “Are you the one who's been talking to me tonight? ”

A man is very quiet and can even be described as pretty, his eyes are not big, but there seems to be a world hidden in his eyes that makes people feel uncomfortable getting into it when they look at him.

His pupils narrowed, Chen Song met such a powerful ghost in red for the first time, the other side gave him a strange feeling, without the blood and brutality of ordinary red clothes, more of a feeling that cannot be said, like the moonlight of a cold night.

“I'm here to help you.” Chen Gong didn't know what to say. He couldn't judge the strength of this red coat, so he didn't dare to move lightly.

Both sides looked at each other for a long time. The strange man looked at Chan Song for the first time and said, “These people's lives and deaths are none of your business. Why did you put your life into saving them? ”

“Why are you still haunting this problem? I'm not a saint, I don't have to go out everyday to be brave, but since I hit them, I have to help them to the best of my ability.” Chen Gong said very sincerely: “Even though I knew they would continue to seek death in the future, at least I had helped them get a chance to rethink. ”

I don't know which sentence of Chan Song touched each other, the blood on the man's face stopped flowing and his expression softened a lot.

He looked at the railroad tracks that extended into the darkness and sighed softly: "If I'd been half as smart as you, he wouldn't have died. ”

“He won't die?” Chan's heart is full of doubt: “What do you mean? I made a call before I got in touch with the victims. Did you make that call? Or is that the phone you left behind? ”

The reward he drew from the black phone was called -- the number that the deceased kissed, and each of the deceased made this call before he died, which made Chen Song feel a little hairy, because he had called several times in a row tonight.

The man heard the voice of Chan Song and retracted his eyes. He was thin, pale and seemed weak, but half his face was occupied by a bloody tattoo, which gave him two totally contradictory qualities.

Strangely, however, two opposite temperaments intertwined in the same person, so harmonious.

The man did not answer Chen Gong's question. He stood on the other side of the railway, looked elsewhere and said something strange.

“Have you noticed that these people have a common denominator? ”

“Common?” Chen Gong recalled: “Each of them had suffered painful things while they were alive, and they had no choice but to leave alone. ”

“Do you know why they call that number before they say goodbye to the world?” Men's voices don't have any emotions, they don't know if they're congenitally missing or they've been disappointed in everything.

Chen Gong also had various hypotheses on his way here, but he overturned them. The significance of this number seems to exist only to communicate with the dead and listen to their words.

There is no malice, there is no curse to kill.

Shaking his head, Chen Song had a guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

The man seemed to have expected the result, and he stood beside the tracks, seemingly trapped in memories.

The expression on my face was painful and self-reproaching, more confusing: “When I went to school, I saw a friend jump from the building, and I was standing in the window, and he was standing in the building opposite me. ”

“I waved at him and smiled at him, but he didn't respond, and the whole person was like a demon. ”

“I realized in my mind what could happen, and I shouted his name out loud, but I still didn't get him back. ”

“It was the first time I saw death, and it happened to me, less than ten meters away. ”

“Some say that psychology is not about healing oneself, it's about the Virgin Mary, trying to heal others, and I should belong to the former. ”

Hearing the man say here, Chen Gong didn't hold out: “Are you a psychologist? ”

He didn't really want to interrupt the man, but he saw too many doctors during this time, such as Dr. Gao and Dr. Chen, who knew the top doctors of the people, instead of healing themselves, got deeper and deeper, so Chen Gong now has a psychological shadow about the profession of psychologist.

“I do work in psychological counseling, but I'm not a psychiatrist. Have you heard of the profession of suicide intervention operator? ”

“Suicide intervention operator? Can you tell me exactly what you guys do? ”

They are also red, but men are able to communicate with Chen Gong barrier-free. Normally, this type of red coat belongs to a super intelligent group, but the fighting power is relatively weak, such as Mennan.

Chen Song is more experienced in dealing with this kind of red coat, and can't be reasoned with by knowledge, so there is only one other way to communicate.

Chen Gong shouted Zhang Ya's name silently in his heart. In front of a strange red coat, he didn't dare to hold on to it. He was prepared to look at the situation and take different measures.