My House of Horrors

After the little boy had finished speaking, the temperature in the car seemed to have dropped to the freezing point, and the driver's face was brushed white.

“Just one hand away? ”

The driver thought there was something wrong with his ear, and it was hard to believe he would hear it from a seven- or eight-year-old child.

Pupil beating, he had to look at the phone independently, the news did not describe the cause of the child's death in detail, but simply mentioned the brutality of the killer's methods.

Because of the child's words, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became strange.

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel was soaked with sweat, the woman in the passenger seat was silent, and the child in the back seat was clamped in a black plastic bag with a smile on his face that did not match his age.

Several “people” in the car, only Chen Song is quite normal, as if everything was under control.

He moved towards the child again, his voice was gentle and warm, but what he said made the driver driving in front of him sweat again.

“One more hand? Did you find the rest of it in this black bag?” Chen Sing looks at the plastic bag of drums: “Can you show it to Uncle? Uncle can help you find it when you get out of the car. ”

“No need.” Chen Gong struck the idea on the black bag, and the smile on the child's face slowly converged.

“Actually, we're kind of alike, and I'm looking for something.” Chen Guo mentioned his backpack, which was much bigger than a child's bag.

“Are you looking too?” Kids can smell the faint, bloody smell coming from Chen Gong's backpack, and he feels something's wrong, which is not what he thought before getting in the car: "What are you looking for? ”

“What I'm looking for is in this car, and I'll pack them all up and take them away when the time is right.” Chen Song is like a bad uncle who scares children. He has a strange tone, but the child sitting next to him does not have a smile. The child can hear it. Chen Song is serious.

“Them?” Unlike the kid, the driver driving heard Chen Song's words, almost using the brake as a throttle and crashing into the woods.

He thinks the sub line of Chan Song is to kill everyone in the car and put it in his backpack.

The mind is completely out of tune with the conversation rhythm of the passengers in the rear row. The only woman in the car who can reassure the driver now is the woman sitting in the co-pilot. In his view, the woman in the co-pilot is weak and pathetic. If something really happens, he runs with the woman and has a good look at each other.

“Now it's complicated, all I can do is save myself and save more people who need help!” The driver secretly resolved that he had a sneak peek at the co-pilot and the poor woman seemed to be aware of the problem, with her fingers gently resting on the driver's lap.

Chan did not know what role he played in the driver's script, and his attention was focused on the children beside him.

Now that you've met him, make a friend and ask him to sit at his house.

The taxi went a distance further and came to a tertiary junction.

If you continue forward, you will leave the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang to enter the county district, and take the other road to reach the Bailongdong tunnel.

“In which direction is your home?” The driver asked the woman, very gently, and the woman who kept her head down slowly raised her face and pointed her hand in the direction of White Dragon Hole.

“White Dragon Cave Tunnel?” People who have been hosting in Jiujiang for a long time know that Bailong Cave is a cursed road, frequent accidents, many rumors about it, and even several different versions of strange stories.

The driver's face got worse, he hit hard, stayed calm, turned his head and looked at the kid with the bag: "Kid, do you remember which direction your house is in? ”

The boy was a little unhappy sitting with Chan Song, and he tried his mouth toward White Dragon Cave with no expression.

“Is your house over there? Looks like you're a village.” The driver was trying to find a reason to comfort himself, and he squeezed a smile and looked at Chen Song: “What about you? ”

“I'm going in that direction, too, but I advise you not to keep driving forward, let them both get out of the car, and send me back to where the woman just got in.” Chen Gong wanted to protect the driver, and if he got off with the woman and the child, the driver would probably have had an accident on the way back, which is why he wanted to accompany the driver back for a while.

His starting point was good, but the driver didn't think so, Chen Song gave him a very dangerous feeling, and now more people can say, later on, that Chen Song might do something.

The more the driver wanted to be scared, Chen Guo took a taxi to the wilderness all night, and also held a backpack with a bloody smell. What this person wanted to do was actually clear.

“Forget it, you guys are on your way, then I'll drop you off with me.” The driver sent his location to their group of companies, but the internet was poor, sending failed for half a day, he slowed down, and he hit two more messages with his hands, still showing the sending failure.

People in a car, but the driver didn't feel safe at all. He wanted to call the police, but worried about pissing off the passengers in the car and letting them do something irrational.

Just at the time of the driver's anguish, an old man walked out of the crossroads, carrying a medicine frame, limping.

This seems to be a drug collector, surrounded by rivers and mountains in the eastern suburbs, with an underdeveloped economy, but also because of this, the environment has not been damaged, there are many species of flora and fauna in the mountains and there are many scarce medicines.

Unlike artificial cultivation, medicines harvested in the wild are more expensive, so elderly people left behind in nearby villages often go into the mountains to collect medicines.

The old man seemed to have fallen down the hill, his right leg slightly deformed, his clothes were chopped by the branches, and his legs were stained with blood.

He walked by the taxi and looked unconsciously into the car, his eyes slowly widened, speeding up, limping away.

The driver was even more panicked when he witnessed the face change of the elderly.

He opened the window and wanted to ask the old man, but when he looked out the window, the crippled old man was gone.

“How can you walk so fast with a limp? ”

The back of his hand felt cool and the driver was frightened and looked back, and the woman who was driving the co-pilot put her hand on the back of his hand.

“What's the matter? ”

The woman pointed to the White Dragon Cave, indicating that he should hurry.

As the driver turned, Chen Gong also opened his mouth: “Did anybody go outside the car? Who are you talking to? ”

“An old man with a bad leg, carrying a bamboo basket, don't you see? He stopped by our car for a while!” The driver's voice got louder.

Chen Gong shook his head. There was only a shadow of shaking trees outside the car. There were no elderly people passing by.