My House of Horrors

Even if Bai's overall cultivation is better, after hearing Chen Song's words, his face turns green.

Chen Gong never followed the routine and went straight.

If you think I have a problem with the haunted house, then you can come in and experience it personally. You can only comment if you have personal experience.

President Bai naturally won't say yes to Chan Gong, joking, professional ghost house actors went in and were directly scared, ran in on their own. Isn't that "dead”?

“I have some things to take care of later, and I will definitely have a chance to go in and experience them later.” President Bai laughed embarrassingly. After rejecting Chan Song, he was less powerful than he had just been.

“That's a shame, remember to say hello in advance when you come in the future, I'll arrange a VIP service for you.” Chen Goghouse's VIP service is a solo tour, a tourist accompanied by nine ghost house actors pretending to be tourists to explore the town of Lywan, a samsung and a half scene.

“Let's not talk about this.” President Bai felt that he would pull it off again, and the situation would become more detrimental to him. He took out his cell phone and dialed a phone: “Shuang, bring up Changyin, don't be afraid, director Luo and Chen Gong are not unreasonable people, nothing will happen to you. ”

A few minutes later, a footstep sounded outside the door and a pair of twin brothers held Li Changyin into Ro's office.

These people have all seen Chen Song, they are all employees of Nightmare College.

“The brother looked familiar, as if he had visited my haunted house.” Chen Song recognized Li Changyin at a glance.

Li Changyin didn't dare to look at Chen Song. He sat in the corner of the house, accompanied by his twins.

“Changyin, tell Chan what you saw in the haunted house.” President Bai seems to have regained his right of initiative.

Everyone in the room looked at Li Changyin, and he panicked. When he remembered what had happened that day, his body would still tremble unconsciously.

Li Changyin raised his head and glanced at Chen Song. The fear deep in his pupils could not be concealed.

“That's him! ”

After saying three words with no head and no tail, Li Changyin's lips were purple and his big mouth breathed: “Ghost! There are ghosts in the haunted house! ”

“Are you here to touch porcelain? Isn't it normal to have ghosts in a haunted house?” Chen Gong leaned against the sofa and was helpless.

“There's a real ghost! His haunted house! Those ghosts are real! Living people can't even act like that!” Li Changyin's thinking slowly became clearer, and his speech became more sophisticated.

“Your inability to perform that feeling at Nightmare College does not mean that no one else can.” Chan Song is a little impatient. There is no disrespect in the tone of his speech, but looking at Li Changyin's eyes is like looking at garbage: “I don't think about myself. I think about destroying others every day. Even if my haunted house collapses, your haunted house won't attract tourists. ”

“No, I can be sure those things aren't human! This is definitely not the effect that people can play!” Li Changyin's eyes were red.

“I understand that you, as a professional haunted house actor, want to run into another haunted house to mess up, but instead you get scared and lose face, which is why this idea of trying to escape reality arises.” The head of Chen Song's analysis is Dao.

“I've been a haunted house actor for five years, and I know more about haunted houses than you know, I know the ceiling of this industry...”

Li Changyin wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Chen Gong's unsolicited remarks: “Is it a long five years? My parents started building mobile haunted houses 10 years ago, and I grew up with a ghost model, and you're naked. By the time I learned how to spell, I had started assembling dolls. ”

Chen Gong stood up: “If you don't speculate more than half a sentence, the ceiling you're talking about is just the ceiling you think it is, it's just your own ceiling. ”

“Don't rush off, Chan, give me a face.” President Bai also stood up directly. He felt he had given Chan Song a full face: “Changyin is still young and stubborn, you should find the actors you were intimidating and let him completely die. ”

Chen Gong looked back at Luo Dong and exchanged a look, he stopped: “Changyin, you said my haunted house is really haunted, then specifically what kind of ghost did you meet in my haunted house? ”

He walked toward Li Changyin and his pupils narrowed. Every further step, Li Changyin's body shrunk back until it adhered to the sofa.

“Are you so scared of me? You think I'm a ghost too?” After so many trials on black phones, Chen Gong's body has long been abraded with a special temperament.

“I'm not sure about the other actors because my memory is a little blurry, but there's a middle-aged man in the hotel I remember very well! He's definitely not human!” Li Changyin bites his teeth: “How dare you bring him here to confront me? ”

“In a hotel? Middle-aged man?” Chen Song frowned, describing it as if it were a toast to Zhang.

But the point is, why would they be so sure that Zhang Toast was a ghost? As a newcomer, Zhang Toast will even be scared by himself. How can he make Li Changyin mistakenly think it's a ghost?

“Is this a conspiracy?” Chen Gong doesn't understand.

“Don't you dare? There's no such person in your haunted house, is there?” Li Changyin has red eyes, his own brain develops differently from ordinary people, the thinking is more extreme: “Don't try to find someone to replace him. I have his picture here! ”

Li Changyinwei took his phone out of his pocket and tapped on the photo album, which contained some toast photos.

These photos were all taken by Li Changyin before she dressed up as a pregnant woman and touched a toast.

“Why don't you talk? What are you hesitating about? The photo was taken clearly, please bring this man here immediately!” Li Changyin felt that he had prepared enough, and he was pleased with his early photography. Unfortunately, he had only taken a photo of the toast, and the Kura Wang ran away behind him and could not take a photo at all.

“You've also been working in a haunted house for five years, and you should know that entering a haunted house to take pictures is a very irregular thing, and I'm going to stay, and in a few days I'm going to go to Nightmare Academy myself to get a statement.” Seeing the photo, Chan Song calmed down instead.

“Don't deliberately delay time!” Li Changyin had a loud voice, and he insisted on his opinion.

“Wait here.” Chen Gong turned around and walked out of Ro's office and went back to Haunted House to bring out Zhang's toast, who was still learning to perform.

“Bring the makeup remover and we'll meet an old friend.” Chen Gong told Zhang Toast on the way, and Zhang Toast immediately understood what was going on.

Knocking on the door, when Chen Gong entered Rong's office with a toast, the temperature in the room seemed a little lower.

“This is the actor in the photo, called Zhang Toast. ”

Everyone looked at Zhang Toast, his face was made up by Chan Song. Even standing in a bright office, he still felt very frightened to look at him.

“I'm sorry I scared you that day, and I didn't expect you to be so cowardly. I'm so sorry.” Zhang Toast walked towards Li Changyin, but Li Changyin screamed and jumped straight up.

“No! He's a ghost! ”

“Don't worry about him.” Chen Gong handed the makeup remover to Zhang Toast: “Remove the makeup here, I'll give you makeup later. ”

“Okay.” Zhang Toast removed his makeup in front of everyone and took off his coat, immediately acting like he was a different person.

There's no sense of terror at all, just like the commuters I see on the subway all the time.

“Can your ghost remove makeup?” Zhang Cheng puts the makeup remover in front of three employees at Nightmare College.

The truth is better than eloquence, the twins got up and apologized: "I'm sorry, you haunted houses do have great makeup skills, we were reckless, sorry. ”

“Don't apologize, I'll be visiting your haunted house in a while. ”

The staff at Nightmare College could tell that Chan was a little angry.

After they apologized, they left.

It's also a little awkward for President Bai to stay in Luo's office, but he can barely stay calm.

“Chen, it's none of your business, go back first.” Dong Luo had a satisfied smile on his face, and he seemed to have other things to “discuss” with President Bai.

“Okay.” Chen Gong thought that Luo could slaughter Bai once, and the two of them didn't declare their hearts.

On the way back, Chen Gong saw Zhang's toast hanging down his head and seemed to be hiding something in his heart.

“A toast? Say what's in your heart. We've been through life and death together. What can't you say?” Chan Sing's voice was warm and he was always able to inadvertently bring manpower.

“Am I causing you trouble again? I always felt like I was useless, didn't scare tourists, lowered the average level of our haunted houses, and got us into trouble.” Zhang Toast sounded a little bitter: “Since I was a kid, I have made my family uncomfortable. Because of my mother's affairs, I poured all my grievances on my father. I felt it was all his fault. I escaped all my responsibilities. Now I think of myself as a really bad guy. ”

“I've seen you in a haunted house all these days studying acting, but I always thought you couldn't let go, and you made me feel like I was locked in a little cage.” Standing in the office building, Chen Gong looks out the window and looks down at the whole paradise: “Everyone has their own unique personality charm when they are lost, all you need to do now is unlock the shackles in your heart and release yourself. When you have time, go back to the New Sea and meet your father. There are some things you should talk about. ”

Chen Gong patted a toast on his shoulder: “Come on, cheer up, there are only a few of you who I can really handle right now, and I'm going to let you go to another city to open a branch store and pick a big beam. ”

“Thank you.”

“Needless to say, I have very few employees, all of whom I consider family.” Chen Gong returned to the haunted house with Zhang Toast. He asked Zhang Toast to continue to play the hotel owner, and himself went into the staff lounge to find information about the left-eye group, and he was ready to leave tonight.

“The Psychic Ghost School mission will end the day after tomorrow, whether or not Zhang Ya is awake, I have to go and see this mission, otherwise so many previous tasks have been done in vain.” Chen Gong stared at his shadow and stayed, then picked up the calendars on the table: “Today is June 11th, the peak season of the amusement park is approaching, and the virtual future park is about to open, so I really don't have much time left. ”

Zhang Ya fell asleep and Xu Yan was seriously injured. In this situation, challenging the four-star scene - Psychic Ghost School - is a very dangerous thing.

Chen Gong understands these things, but now he has no other choice, renouncing the psychic ghost school assignment is tantamount to saying that all previous efforts have been wasted.

“Go check it out, hope to come back. ”

Sweep your eyes toward the corner of the table to take a picture of your parents and yourself, and Chan Sing shook his head gently.

On that family blessing, the parents stood in the middle, the mother seemed to be holding something, the father pointing to the haunted house behind her was very happy, and Chen Gong stood alone on the far left.

His pupils narrowed, and Chen Gong could see that his mother was holding Luo Dong's daughter, the angelic guardian spirit.

“I always feel like I'm not my own.” Chen Gong put the photo back at his desk and inadvertently saw the line behind the photo - June 11, Happy Birthday, you bastard.

“My parents, who can lose themselves, keep calling me the son of a bitch.” Chen Gong put the photos together and put them back into work.

At lunch, Chen Gong asked the four employees to go first and stay to replace them.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Xu Wan and the four of them came back, one at a time to hear each other, as if they were discussing something.

“You've been up all night for four minutes. Next time, I'll deduct my salary.” Chen Guo murdered Baba's threats.

When several employees heard it, they rushed back to their respective scenes.

“If I don't fight for a few days, I'll go to the house to get laid. It seems I'm better off being harsh.” Chen Gong went back to the staff lounge, finished all the information, and then sorted out the list of employees who could be taken out. The left-eye crew was just a bull's knife test, and what he really cared about was psychic ghost school.

After a long time of reflection, Chen Gong came up with a more rational solution, and when he came out of the lounge, the sun had set.

The park closed at 6: 00 p.m., and Chen Guo closed the ghost house gate after sending out the last group of tourists.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Let's get out of here.” Chen Gong was still busy at night, so she hurried Xu Wan away.

“Boss, are you going out tonight?” Xiao Gu seems to have read Chen Song's mind.

“Kid, what do you know, it's all about work.” Chen Guo hastened several people to leave, nor did he think about scissors and Zhang Toast. Xu Wan was the only one who wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't say anything.

The daytime amusement park was loud and quiet when it was closed.

The sunset mirrors the Ferris Wheel, the laughter is absent, and Chen Gong stands alone in the doorway of the haunted house.

He watched for a while before turning to the haunted house: "Wait until it's completely dark before moving on. ”

Back in the staff lounge, Chan Sing lay in bed, his eyes sweeping toward the table from time to time, his first birthday since his parents disappeared.

“Would you like to buy a cake? Forget it, the money for the cake is enough to buy a half doll model.” Chen Gong patted himself in the face, cheering up and reaching under the bed.

“Where's my backpack? The white cat dragged me away? ”

Chen Gong looked under the bed, did not see the backpack, nor did he see the white cat and the little one.

“The cat has grown! I knew I was taking it out, and now I've even got my bag.” In addition to Chen Song, only the white cat and the small club came in, so Chen Song directly suspected the white cat.

With a bag of cat food, Chen Gong opened the door to the lounge, and he ran all over the scene without seeing the white cat.

“The white cat went underground? How dare he go down on his own? ”

Pulling open the iron door to the underground scene, Chen Song entered the deep underground passage, and he didn't take a few steps, he felt something was wrong.

Tonight underground, quiet is a little too much.

“Little?” Old Zhou? "shouted the names of several employees, but there was no response. Chen Gong walked alone in the dark streets.

Shady, repressed, this rugged corridor is like the path that Chen Gong has been walking.

I can't see the light, he's the only one walking forward.

Through an old window, you see a different scene of terror, behind you is darkness, in front of you is darker darkness.

After walking through the empty classroom, Chen Song finally stopped at the first intersection of the Twilight High School scene.

Alone, he looked at the fork and suddenly shook his phone when he was about to pick a road to go by.

Sliding screen with a message from a toddler - Happy Birthday, Boss!

Chen Gong hasn't reacted yet. The pitch-black fork was suddenly lit by a ghost fire. All he heard was a loud "bang”. The bathroom door next to him was broken open. Several doll students ran out with a blackboard crowded!

The blackboard of the last classroom was removed, skewed with chalk, painted with a bunch of dancing dwarves, in varying statues, and a man standing among the dwarves with an iron hammer.

They probably have limited painting skills, they can't show the temperament of the man, they write a lot of terms around the midget with chalk, such as sunshine, integrity, tenderness, kindness, all of which are pointed at the middleman with arrows.

When they saw Chen Song, they turned around at the same time to reveal the other side of the blackboard.

But probably because of the inconsistent movement, there are a lot of dolls with their arms and necks spinning a hundred and eighty degrees, and they hold this horrible, weird position and light up the other side of the blackboard —— happy birthday!

Four large words thickened with chalk, twisted 180 degrees of happy smile with Twilight High School students, they wanted to get close to Chen Song, but others felt close, they couldn't see it completely, so they didn't move.

Different opinions prompted several figures to mess around quickly, although it could be seen that they were very attentive.

There was a dry cough coming from the left channel, and the ghost fires from several other channels were all extinguished, leaving only the ghost fires on the left.

The scene was filled with songs, horrific laughter and sand currents, and a corpse truck was slowly launched by several doctors in the underground morgue.

“Happy Birthday to you and Happy Birthday to you...”

The front end of the car is filled with birthday cards, which come in different materials, from case sheets, from leaflets to tears off sheets and clothes.

However, although the materials are different, the handwriting is mostly the same, and they should all be pencil proxy.

In the middle of the van is a four-layer piece of cake-like material that is assembled in a model.

The edge of the cake model also features a distinctive hand painting that can make the cake line flow like blood, which can only be done during a very talented year.

“Happy birthday, Chan Song.” Several doctors parked the corpse truck in front of Chen Song, and they walked out the back of the corpse truck, Bai Qiulin had a repeater in his hand, and the bloodstained tape was still spinning, playing a soothing piece of music.

“You…” Chen Sing looked at all the “people” in front of him.

“Don't talk, light the candle, then make a wish.” Wei Jiuqing waved behind him. A white cat, much older than a normal cat, bit the backpack and drilled it out of the classroom. It returned the backpack to Chen Gong.

Open the backpack and sit inside holding a few candles rolled in paper.

“Turns out you're here.” Chen Gong took the little one out, put it on his shoulder, and took the handmade “rough candles”: “Who told you it's my birthday? ”

“The guy you asked me to meet during the day, he said, was told by another female employee of yours. ”

“Understood." Chan nodded and looked at the "candle” in his hand: “Must I order it? ”

“To have a sense of ritual in life, you have to order a few at your age, or your wish to not be allowed will fail.” Grandpa Wei was very strict, and Chen Song nodded and promised that he would take the lighter out of his backpack, light a candle and stick it in the model cake.

Warm lights disperse the chill, and ghosts hate the light the most, yet no one stays away.

“Boss, time to make a wish. ”

“Make a wish! ”

“What would the boss wish for? ”

“Don't get involved, it won't work. ”

His eyes swept through an employee's face, Chen Song rubbed his eyes, acquiesced to his wishes, and then blew out all the candles.

The underground scene returned to darkness, but the silence was broken, and the staff gathered together, singing and laughing, like a real family.

“Thank you.” Standing in the dark, Chen Gong, though the only living person in the whole haunted house, did not feel alone.

Beautiful, never hidden by the horrible appearance.

He saw in these employees the sincerity of being abandoned, his unyielding self-esteem, and the goodwill engraved deep in his soul.

“It's my luck to meet you. ”

At midnight, Chen Song suddenly remembered that he still had work to do. He picked up his backpack and quickly put the white cat in the room. “Go, night life has just begun. Let's go outside for the second half. Hi! ”

……

Stepping out of the underground scene, Chen Gong returned to the staff lounge with Shenzhen's backpack.

The moment he opened the door, he stunned.

There's a cake, a greeting card, and a key on your desk.

Pick up the greeting card, it's written by Xu Wanjuan Xiu: “Boss, I don't think we need a spare key for the haunted house, I'm sure you've been there all along. I gave you the keys. Happy birthday! Happy every day! ”