My House of Horrors

Chen Gong has been thinking for a long time and still has no answer.

“I still know too little, but not entirely nothing tonight.” He glanced at the riverbank and Huang Ling's husband had left: “I thought he was just a little boy before, but I didn't think he was the biggest fish. ”

Chen Guo had an advantage. He didn't like to do the bending and twisting things. He decided to go straight to Huang Ling's house after completing the twin water ghost task.

The fog on the reservoir slowly dispersed, surrounded by pitch darkness, Chen Song looked at the time, it was almost 1: 00 in the morning.

“I've been in the fog for so long?” It was barely midnight before the boat went to the reservoir center, and it's almost an hour away.

“Zhou, have the cylinder ghosts come back?” Chen Gong stood at the bow and looked underwater along the hemp rope. The reservoir was much deeper than expected, even if he had pubic eyes, he could not see the bottom.

Zhou's mental state was not very good. He was frightened by Zhang Ya. Even talking to Chen Gong with him was not so natural.

He had always thought his boss was nice and friendly, a ghost gathered in a horrible house by virtue, but after watching Zhang Ya walk out of the shadow of Chen Song at close range, he changed his mind.

Can a normal person live with such a horrible red coat in the morning and the evening, so close to each other?

He even began to wonder if his boss had been controlled by a red jacket, just a wire puppet.

“What's wrong with you? Are you sick? ”

Chen Gong's tone of concern made the old Monday spiritual, he finally slowed down and waved his hand: “It's okay, it's okay. What were you asking? ”

“Didn't the cylinder ghost come back during my stay? ”

“No, the rope didn't move.” Zhou shook his head: “Actually, I didn't notice, so I looked at you. ”

“Look at me? By the way, didn't you see a little boy who looked like me coming from afar? ”

“Little boy?” Old Zhou's confused expression already explains a lot of things, only Chen Song and Zhang Ya saw what happened before.

“Have you noticed anyone on the other side of the river?” Chen wants more information about Huang Ling's husband.

“I don't know, but the fog seemed to be coming from over there.” Zhou's words confirmed Chan's speculation again: “Is there a problem with the fog? ”

Zhou was very smart, and he thought about the key to the problem.

“I don't know what they're after for the time being, they're not just trying to kill me, they're trying to get me to see something, they're trying to lead me to an evil path.” Anyone who comes along and sees themselves killed at a young age will have a psychological shadow. Luckily, Chan Song has a strong heart and tough nerves under the grinding of a black phone.

“Forget it, the cylinder ghost didn't come back, it may be in danger, you can help me communicate with the female ghost in the shampoo bottle to see if you can ask her to do it and bring the cylinder ghost.” The cylinder ghost dived under the water alone, facing so many strange water ghosts, Chen Gong was somewhat worried about his safety.

Zhou relayed Chen Gong's words to Wenwen's sister. After a while, the shampoo bottle cap was opened and a strand of dirty, smelly black hair crawled out of it.

She seemed to want to climb onto Chant's body, but was a little scared.

“What is this?” Chen Gong looked at Zhou, and Zhou couldn't figure it out.

Dark hair sticks together, and if you don't look closely, it's really like aquatic plants.

“It's also hair, which is totally two extremes to Zhang Ya's.” Chen Gong squatted down and made a bold decision to reach out and grab the dark hair on the boat.

“How exactly do you want me to help you?” Grabbing one end of the black hair, the fingers are wet and slippery, and it feels like catching a live fish.

Dark hair wrapped around Chen Song's fingers, she paid great attention to the scale, only dared to touch Chen Song's fingers, not even a touch of palm.

Chen Gong's fingers wrapped around one end, and the other end of the dark hair stretched out to the water.

“You want to drag me down?” Chen Guo didn't think the other party had the audacity. Zhang Ya had just appeared. Xu Yan stood aside. In this case, Wen Wen's sister could not show her intentions to harm herself: “Are you guiding me? ”

When both sides were deadlocked, the hemp rope on the bow moved for a moment, and countless bubbles appeared, and the cylinder ghost rolled his head out of the water.

“What took you so long?” Perhaps he felt the concern in the tone of Chen Song, the cylinder ghost mouth closed, not so scared, he danced to the Chen singer with some excitement, and a series of bubbles appeared on the water.

“He found the body, but he couldn't get past it, and all the ghosts under the water couldn't get close.” Zhou seriously acted as a translator and was very professional.

“The ghost can't get close?” Chen Gong felt the wetness of his fingertips: “Just because the ghost couldn't get close, Wen Wen's sister asked me to go get her body? ”

Looking at the water, this task can be completely different from what I thought it would be.

Wen Wen's sister was half red, she couldn't even get close. The other ghosts went for nothing. Zhang Ya might ignore the obstacles, but unfortunately, Chen Gong could not command her.

“Xu Yan's connection with me in the water will weaken. He hasn't found his heart yet, so it's useless to let him go down.” Xu Yan trusts Chen Song very much. Because of this, Chen Song doesn't want Xu Yan to do something he's not sure about.

“Since ghosts can't get close, they have to go down.” Chen Guo took out the black phone and again determined the mission information, which clearly stated that he was asked to go out and salvage the body alone: "I told him why such a restriction had been imposed, so he waited for me here. ”

Chen Guo thought for a while and finally made up his mind: “There is nothing to hesitate about. When I first got my black phone, my situation was much worse than it is now. I was not afraid then, and I am not afraid now. ”

Fixing the rope to the boat, Chen Gong had Old Zhou and Bai Qiulin guard the hemp rope, hold the flashlight given by the slope, take off your coat and pants and jump into the reservoir.

The water temperature is very low, but Chen Song doesn't feel cold, and I don't know if he has good health or is used to that cold feeling.

Her fingertips were wrapped around Sister Wenwen's dark hair, and she gently dragged Chen Gong toward the reservoir somewhere.

He took a deep breath and let the cylinder ghost and Xu Yan guard by his side, pushing his hands and feet in the opposite direction, controlling his body to swim downstream.

Turn on the flashlight and the light twists in the pitch-black water, even if Chant has pubic eyes, the range you can see is very limited.

The fingers were dragged by the dark hair and the time slowed down. Chen Gong seemed to have entered another world. It was very quiet here, giving him a strange feeling, as if the fetus had not yet been born and was staying in the mother.

With his body down, Chen Guo grabbed the flashlight with one hand and dragged the hemp rope with the other.

The pressure came from all sides, the air in the lungs diminished a little bit, something in the dark seemed to touch Chen Gong's body, I don't know if it was a fish or something.

Can't talk, can't communicate with the ghosts around him, Chen Song can't even see them, can only feel silent Xu Yan and the cylinder ghost to protect himself, which is also the bottom gas of his dare to dive to fish corpses.

A few seconds later, under the guidance of his dark hair, Chen Gong saw a coffin-like thing at the bottom of the reservoir, surrounded by dense, numb water plants.