My House of Horrors

The fog isolated Chen Gong from the riverbank, and the boat slowly turned in place, slowly losing direction.

“Chan Song...”

Once again, that familiar voice came from his ear. Chen Song frowned and he tried to think back, but there was no memory of that voice in his mind.

Kind and familiar, as if the voice had accompanied him for a long time.

“Are my parents? That's not true! How could I not even hear my parents? ”

In the fog, Chan Song was in a bit of a trance, and he bit the tip of his tongue.

“This battle doesn't look like a two-star trial mission. There will be. I may have been ambushed.” Chen Song quickly calmed down, he knew that he had repeatedly sabotaged the mastermind's plans in the eastern suburbs, and the other party must have hated him.

The shampoo bottle vibrated more noticeably in the backpack, with a hint of black hair crawling out of the gap in the mouth of the bottle, wrapping the bottle around it and looking very strange and dull.

“Do you have something to tell me?” In Chan's view, Wenwen's sister is the victim, and she shouldn't be helping the mastermind to deal with herself.

Dark hair spread, entangled together, as if it were a road sign, indicating one direction for Chen Song.

“She's giving you directions, the body's over there.” Zhou said.

“Things have changed, don't rush to the past.” Without knowing the voice in the mist, Chan Song will not move.

The fog was still thickening. Chen Guo took a look at his phone. There was no signal, he could not reach the people on shore, and he could not call for help. At this time, he had to rely on himself.

“Chow, did you hear my name in the fog?” Chen Gong sat in the middle of the boat, listening to the sounds in the mist, slowly creating an unspeakable sense of loneliness. It seems that someone is telling him the reality that he has always been and will always be alone.

“No.” Zhou shook his head.

His tone of speech, as usual, did not change much, but all this fell into Chen's eyes, but it became different. He looked at Zhou's face and felt a little shady and indifferent, as if Zhou was trying to kill himself.

“Chan Song...” shouted as if the closest person had reminded him to keep him away from the ghosts.

“It is right for ordinary people to stay away from ghosts, but my family is in a special situation. My parents, myself, have different attitudes towards ghosts than ordinary people. Especially now, I am in a situation that does not depend on the power of ghosts to survive.” Chen's heart is clear: “How can I feel that my friends are in danger when I think of ghosts as friends? And sometimes ghosts are kinder than people. ”

Looking at the water, Chen Gong's eyes firmly said: “I don't know who you are, but I'm still too anxious to provoke the relationship between me and the ghost, so you can make a mistake. ”

Though the spirit is slightly tranced, Chen Song's attitude towards ghosts has not changed. This is a concept he has established since childhood. With the help of his parents and black phones, his perception of ghosts is completely different from that of ordinary people.

“Your voice made me feel familiar and kind, but what you asked me to do didn't do me any good. You're the one who really wanted to kill me. Stop playing with these little tricks and come out and let me see who you really are. ”

The fog blocked the reservoir, and the boat was spinning in the shadows. As the water waves sank, the memories in Chen Gong's mind gradually blurred.

“Chan Song...”

The sound of this cry makes Chen Song feel friendly. This is also the most horrible place. He doesn't know such a person at all. There is no such voice in his memory. That familiarity is also unrelated to memory, as if it were branded in his body.

Similar encounters occurred to him before, when on a tunnel nightmare mission, after 44 steps, there was also a voice shouting his name deep in the tunnel.

The same tone, the same tone, Chan Sing shook his fists in both hands, he reminisced of something.

After hearing the sound of the tunnel mission, he saw an incredible scene in which he had been killed when he was very young.

He could never forget the strange experience of witnessing his death.

Thinking slowly sinks into his mind, and he starts to remember things that happened without control.

“I went deep into the tunnel when I was a little girl, and the man who killed me stood behind me and seemed to be familiar with me. ”

Memories floated and his body swayed with the boat. When Chen Song broke out of that memory, he suddenly found that there was nothing on the boat but himself.

The backpack, Zhou, Xu Yin and Wenwen's sister were all gone and there was only one of them on the boat.

The fog covered everything, and Chen Song seemed abandoned by the world, an unspeakable sense of loneliness gushing from the bottom of his heart.

The temperature kept dropping, and his skin exposed to water stains was cold and very different from that of a living person.

“What's going on? The special abilities of the Unknown Ghost?” He sat on the boat and grabbed the oars. Even at this time, Chen Gong still hadn't given up and was ready to fight.

“Chan Song...”

The voice came again, this time Chan Song heard clearly, and he found the sound closer and closer to him.

“It was a strange feeling that I had heard this sound in the tunnel; it was heard in the mirror when I first got a black phone and did my first nightmare level assignment; I felt a little familiar when Dr. Gao destroyed the whole scene in the underground morgue and connected to the bloody city outside; even that door in the Haunted House bathroom sometimes gave me a familiar feeling, as if something was calling me behind the door.” My brain was filled with all sorts of information, and Chan Song felt his head ache: “Am I forgetting something? Does this have anything to do with my parents' disappearance? ”

“Chan Song...”

The sound rang again, just a few meters away from Chen Gong.

Take a deep breath and he puts the paddle in the water, rows the boat, decides to take a look.

Two or three meters forward, Chen Gong saw a blurry shadow in the fog.

He's not tall, he's supposed to be a kid.

“Sister Wenwen's body?” He's still thinking about the black phone task, which has become his instinct.

As the boat continues forward and closes the distance, the fog spreads to both sides, making the outline of the shadow clearer.

It's not the body of Sister Wenwen, it's a little boy.

When he saw the boy's face, Chan Song subconsciously grabbed the oars in his hand, and he felt a cool air running up his spine behind him.

The child is exactly what he was when he was a child, the familiar five officials, the kind voice, the difference is that the child's neck was broken, his head was almost hanging on his shoulder, and all five officials were deformed, carrying a form of insidiousness and resentment that had never been seen on Chan Song.

“Yeah, that's my own voice. ”

Chen Song always thought that the voice was very familiar. He didn't wake up until he saw the child in the fog. The voice that kept calling him was his own voice.

“Why would I call my own name? Who is this guy? Why did you look exactly like me when I was a kid? ”

His brain was about to blow up, and Chen Guo pressed hard against his temple: “Did I forget something? ”

In fact, Chen Song began to suspect since the door to the Haunted House bathroom appeared.

Only a completely desperate person can push the door, and there happens to be a door in the haunted house. Who pushed that door?

Are you a parent or yourself?

When Chen Song fell into self-doubt, the child in the fog raised his head and looked at Chen Song on the boat.

The child's eyes were hard to describe, resentment, jealousy, and a very complex emotion.

This is a very lonely child, unable to communicate with anyone, cold, ugly, distorted and filled with desire for destruction.

“Chen Guo, help me...”

The familiar voice came out of the child's mouth, his eyes staring at Chen Song, then his feet left the water and another figure appeared behind him.

Physically, it was supposed to be an adult, and he grabbed the shoulders of a young man's old song, lifted the child high, and threw it into the reservoir.

When the shadow of the adult left, Chan Gui rarely heard his voice - he must have died this time and would never come back.

The surface of the water rippled, the adult figure disappeared, and Chen Gong stared at the scene.

When doing the tunnel nightmare mission, Chen Gong also saw that the young self was killed by an adult, and now when doing the water ghost mission, he found that the young self was again killed by the same adult.

“What the hell is going on? ”

He rowed the boat to where the child had been dumped, looked underwater, his eyes narrowed and the scene in front of him was somewhat brutal.

A child with a twisted limb and a head hanging on his shoulder sinks quietly.

Similar to Chen Song's face looked at Chen Song across the water. His expression grew more and more obscene. All the pain turned into resentment. He seemed unwilling to sink into the pitch-black water. His mouth slowly opened and his twisted arms waved upwards.

Thin little bodies began to float, and that horrible but familiar face magnified in Chen Song's view.

“Chan Song...”

There was a confusion in Chen's mind, and an unexpected thought appeared in Chen Song's heart - it came back.

The inability to control the body, or that particular call, influenced Chen Song's mind.

The underwater child's hands were stretched out, no one knew what he had been through before, his arms were longer than ordinary people's, and it seemed that the bone joint had been pulled.

His pale, twisted arms floated towards the water, his face was getting closer and closer to Chan Song, his purple lips gently opened, and he shouted the name of Chan Song underwater.

The surface of the water is mirrored by adult chants and resentful chants murdered at an early age.

Across the water, two completely different lives seem to meet at this moment.

“Chen Gong, I am you...”

He couldn't hear any special emotions from that voice, and his body couldn't help but look at the surface of the water as if he were looking at himself in the mirror.

Twisted arms stretched out to the surface of the water, pale fingers grabbed Chen Song's face, children under the water moved very lightly, and Chen Song didn't know if he wanted to drag himself underwater or just touch himself.

“Who the hell are you? Why do you keep shouting my name? ”

Chen Gong can feel a little familiar with each other. This is a connection that transcends blood, as if they were one person.

“Who killed you? Who made you look like this? ”

Chen Song kept asking his own questions, the underwater child did not answer, his fingertips were closer and closer to Chen Song's face, another hand resting on Chen Song's shoulder as he was about to touch Chen Song.

Five fingers are long, the blood silk and cracks are like a demonic tattoo, and this hand gives the first impression of beauty.

The fog around the boat suddenly disappeared, and a shady cold reached its limit. The smell appeared behind Chen Song.

Dark, bloodstained hair slides across Chen Gong's body like a steel needle to a pitch-black surface.

Attack indiscriminately, deep into the water, seems to want to stir up the entire reservoir.

Chan felt the hand on his shoulder pushing harder and harder, and his body leaning towards the water was pulled back a little bit.

Underwater screaming, the child like Chen Gong's childhood appearance turned into a dark shadow and fled towards the distance.

After it disappeared, Chen Quo also woke up, as if he had just been fished out of the water, soaked in cold sweat and breathing fresh air in his mouth.

Open your eyes again, the fog on the reservoir has dissipated, Chen Song saw Bai Qiulin and Old Zhou Cerser tremble behind Xu Yan, always a gloomy silent eulogy at this time also a little unnatural expression.

“Did Zhang Ya just show up?” He touched his shoulder and remembered a hand resting on his shoulder, crossed with blood silk and cracks on his pale skin: “Is she hurt yet? ”

The other three powerful ghosts on the boat did not dare reply, as if the woman in Chen Song's shadow was a taboo for them that could not be mentioned.

Standing up, Chan Song looks in the direction of the child's escape.

After using his pubic pupils, he found a man by the river, pushing a battery car. The man was very vigilant and immediately left on his bike when he realized Chen Gong's gaze.

“Battery car?” Chen Sing looked at the man's back and another figure appeared in his mind: “He looked a little like Huang Ling's husband. ”

Xiaoguan accidentally took the bus 104 to save Huang Ling, but then Chen Gong found out that the woman's husband was actually dead, and now she was sleeping with someone else.

“Why is Huang Ling's husband here? Is that him behind the Eastern suburbs? Impossible.” Chen Gong looked at the electric car and remembered another thing.

When he and Yan team went to Mingyang District to look for those limbs, some of them were removed when he saw an electric vehicle driving into Mingyang District upstairs (see the end of Chapter 513 for details).

“Was he the one who stole the limb that night?” Chen Song initially thought that Huang Ling's husband was just a little boy, and now it seems that his identity is not simple.

He also failed to salvage the body and sent messages to Yan and Li Zheng to ask about Huang Ling and her husband.

While waiting for a reply, Chen Gong looked at the surface of the water and remembered what had just happened: “The last time I fought at the water plant, the shadow also became what I looked like when I was a child. Is this his special ability, or does he really have something to do with me when I was a child? ”