My House of Horrors

The drunken man asked about the tattoo man, and he didn't know why the soul had not imitated the shadow of Chen Song. This had never happened before.

He sneaked a peek at Chen Song, wanting to ask and not dare to say anything. Finally, he laughed embarrassingly and obfuscated the past: “Just be careful not to stare at them, the souls seldom appear on a large scale, but every time they appear in large numbers, it heralds that something big will happen. ”

When the two argued, Chan Song did not intervene. He looked at the shadows across the road and his eyes squinted gently.

The real idea was, "If I captured all these shadows into the haunted house, would that create a special scene? Let the tourists see themselves in the scene and use these shadows to disturb their sight. If they use it well, the more visitors in the scene, the stronger the terror effect, the more true and false it is, and no one knows if they are teammates or ghosts around them. ”

“Let's get out of here. These things are hard to haunt. They're not easy to kill. Let's get out of here before they react.” The tattoo man was nervous and he was constantly pushing for Chen Song.

“What's the hurry? They're not easy to kill. Just keep it slow. Teach, I will turn them all into useful people for this society, and I will make them realize their values, make them feel the joy of devotion and the respect of people.” Others do not know why the shadows do not dare to imitate, but Chen Song himself knows that Zhang Ya is hiding in his shadow. Rather than those monsters do not dare to imitate the shadow of Chen Song, they are more afraid of Zhang Ya.

“Listen to me, don't stay in this place. We don't have to get involved with them. These are the little ones, they're just shadows to stall time, real kills behind. The longer we stay, the fuller the shadow will be. You know what I mean?” Tattoo men are increasingly wondering if following Chen Song is the right decision.

This man is smart, smart, smart, but if he needs it, he'll become sly, barbaric, despicable.

He never adhered to a universally recognized morality, he had his own principles of conduct, but at the same time seemed unable to restrain his actions, he was keen to pursue strong stimuli, he liked novelties, and there seemed to be genes of violence hidden in his bones.

Tattoo men have seen a lot of movies about perverted homicidal maniacs, and as a typical pervert personality disorder, he knows that the characters in those films and television works are exaggerated, and even the most heinous criminals do not exhibit such obvious madness.

The real perverts are people like Chen Gong, and after they rub themselves against you on the street, you don't even notice, let alone guess, their inner abnormality.

They are unable to control their innate aggressiveness and show little remorse and sympathy for their violence, which is the commonality that most perverted homicidal fanatics happen to see on Chen Song and, more terribly, they do not seem to realize how horrible they really are.

The tattooed man had never seen Chen Song with his eyes open, and he didn't mean anything disdainful. He just didn't dare look into Chen Song's eyes.

He was the first to live in Lywan Town. He had seen shadows many times, and he didn't know if it was a delusion. He would always see certain shadowy qualities from Chen Gong.

“Well, now's not a good time. Let's find that out-of-control door.” Chen Gong leads the others and continues to march towards the neighborhood where Fan Chung is located.

After walking across the intersection, about a few minutes later, Li Zheng's voice suddenly came from the end of the team: "Stop! Someone's gone! ”

Li Zheng was the most special of all, and everyone stopped there after he asked.

“Who's gone?” The tattoo man looked back and found the woman dragging the big box, disappearing into the mist of blood: “Running away? ”

“No need to look, she can't come back.” Kitano spoke faintly, pointing to the other side of the intersection: "She's on the other side of the road. ”

Looking in the direction of the fingers of the high school students, the box dragged by the woman did not fly, and she had only half her body left.

The woman's body showed signs of stitching, and her skin was all of normal colour. The woman seemed to have cut off her grey skin and sewn on the victim's normal skin.

“How did she get out of line? Wasn't she going to run away?” To stabilize the military mind, the tattooed man took a few steps back with his scalp, trying to ascertain the situation of the woman.

“I don't know, I didn't see it clearly. The woman walked at the end of the line and something seemed to have dragged her away.” The high school student was carrying his black schoolbag and hiding a spring knife in his palm. He had taken off his glasses. Anyway, his boss had been revealed by Chen Gong and he was too lazy to disguise himself anymore.

“There's something else in the blood fog that's staring at us. Everybody stay close, especially in the back.” Chen Gong doesn't care about Kitano and the woman's life or death, but he does care about Li Zheng, who has helped him many times.

“Could the murderer be the woman in the red raincoat?” Jia Ming whispered: “When I came out of the hotel, I saw the red raincoat behind us, but when we reached the crossroads, she disappeared, and the guy was suspicious of the point. ”

Chen Guo understood that the murderer could not be a red raincoat, but he did not want to expose his relationship with the red raincoat, so he did not reply, just urged others to move forward.

The fog grew thicker, and this strange and horrible town seemed to be slowly awakening, hiding the evil in the corner, staring into the eyes of the gorillas.

About 20 minutes down the street, a few people finally came to the neighborhood where Fan Chung was located.

The blood mist here is several times thicker than elsewhere, just a few meters away, and you can only see a blurry outline.

“Much better than I expected, the exit is here!” The tattoo guy looks a little excited.

“Calm down, the closer you get to the exit, the more dangerous it can be.” At last, he reached his destination, but Chan Song behaved exceptionally calmly.

He looked up at Fan Zheng's house, but the blood fog was too big, even if he had pubic eyes, he couldn't see anything.

“Fan Chung, Fan Dade, they're all missing, and there could be a problem with the computer with the gauze. The shadow lays the kill here, and I have to be cautious every step of the way. ”

“Come and see! There's blood in here! Someone seemed to know we were coming!” The drunk stopped at the door of the neighborhood and saw several malicious words on the door of the neighborhood: “Am I among you? ”

The blood is not yet clotted and is flowing down the iron gate.