My House of Horrors

“You think too much.” Chen Gong's afterglow swept into the black bag behind the door, but he didn't even care about it.

What does he have to do with living trash or corpses in there now?

Chen Gong has been very sober. The first thing he needs to do is find out who he is and find out what kind of person Lin Sisi really is.

From his perspective, his body and appearance have not changed, and he does not know why Wang Xiaoming and others around him would call him Lin Si Si.

“Perhaps Lin Sisi is not a person's name at all, but a code name, an identity. ”

“If you want to go to the cafeteria later, you can call me and I'll go back.” Chen's expression didn't change much, as if he hadn't seen the bag.

“Okay.” Wang Xiaoming's body shrunk into the bedroom, suddenly seemed to recall something, shouting again at Chen Song: “Xiaolin, you've been sleeping in class today. I wonder if you heard the things that Teacher Bai specifically told you. ”

“What is it?”

“Do not leave the bedroom at random these nights, stay in their respective rooms, and turn off the lights early from 11: 00 to 10: 30. After the lights go out, there will be people visiting the corridor, I hope you can pay attention. ”

“That's all?” Chen Qiaoming also became Wang Xiaoming to say something important, he had been behind the door for some time, but everyone and everything he encountered seemed to be normal, and to be precisely normal on the surface, this school, like a normal night school, had nothing particularly noteworthy.

Wang Xiaoming bit his lip and seemed to want to say something else, but perhaps because he was unsure, he did not speak again.

The door was closed and Chen Guo stood alone in the hallway of the dormitory building, very quiet and silent.

“How can it be so quiet in the hallway without the lights out? ”

Chen Guo took out the keys in his backpack and looked at the bedroom door opposite Wang Xiaoming. The door had a number--413.

“Is this Lingus's room?” Looking at that number, Chen Song suddenly felt somewhat familiar: “4 for the 4th floor, 13 for what? Room 13? ”

Chen Gong had read the number 13 in the journal book underground at Nightmare College, and he remembered very clearly that at the end of the last page of the journal there was a sentence —— I, Dead, Thirteen, Psychic Ghost School, Running.

“Thirteen in the diary says this bedroom? It shouldn't be that simple. ”

In a dead and silent hallway, only the sound of the key sticking into the keyhole spinning, Chen Song tried several times to find the right key.

After opening the door and seeing the scene inside the bedroom, Chan Sing's eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

The bedroom is not too big, there are six beds, all of which are top beds with wardrobes and desks underneath the bed and all sorts of sundries.

Just looking at these doesn't feel like there's a problem, what attracts Chen Song's attention is the wall of the dormitory.

There are many figures on the walls and ceilings of this bedroom that match the height of a normal person and do not know if they are attached or painted.

“One, two...” Chen Gong roughly counted, and there were five shades of human shadows in the bedroom.

That thing is so obvious, it's hard to notice.

For your own safety, Chen Gong first climbed down the bed ladder and watched those people up close.

Fingers touched their closest shadow, Chen Gong gently pulled the wallskin with his fingernails: “It was painted with paint. Who would do anything to draw these things in the bedroom? ”

These shadows are the same size as normal people. They all look horrible when the lights are on. Doesn't it scare you more when you turn off the lights and look up and find people everywhere in the house?

His eyes swept through everyone, Chan Sing jumped out of bed, and after losing his employee's help, he became more careful than ever.

“There are six beds in total, but there is only one warm bottle in the bedroom and only one pair of slippers on the ground. There should only be Kobayashi living in this bedroom. ”

Chen Gong carefully searched the wardrobe and desk corresponding to several other beds, and although there were various items stacked inside, none of them were household items, all of which were very strange.

For example, drawing boards, pigment drums, plaster broken hands, broken wires, etc.

This bedroom seems to be a grocery room, only Kobayashi lives alone, and the rest of the beds do not.

“Students attending evening school rarely stay in school, Kobayashi is in a bad economic situation, and it is even less likely to pay more to live in school, the only possibility being that living here is cheaper than renting a house outside. ”

Normally, the price of a school apartment is much more expensive than a family hotel near the school, and the abnormality of the low price in this place can only indicate a problem with this room.

What happened in Kobayashi's bedroom, Chan Song doesn't know, he always has a strange sense of urgency.

Climb up to bed number four, far from the door, which is covered with brand new sheets and quilts, and the other beds, although also thrown away, are mostly dusty and dirty and unusable.

“Why do you keep quilts when no one lives here? Would anyone use a dirty quilt like that? ”

Chen Gong sat on the fourth bed and looked at the bedroom at a different angle. It felt completely different and less crowded.

“That's right, this is Kobayashi's bed.” Next to the pillow is the motivating words and the schedule. If it weren't for this weird school, Chan Song would definitely think Kobayashi was a very exciting student.

“The sheets have been washed, the smell of laundry detergent, the quilt is neat and neat. When I went to school, I rarely saw anyone in the bedroom fold the quilt so well. Kobayashi should be a clean, extremely disciplined person.” Chen Gong speculated in his mind about Kobayashi's character.

Bed four leaves nothing but books and pens, except quilts and pillows.

At first glance, Chen also thought Kobayashi was very fond of learning, but he turned around a few times and discovered the problem.

Most of the books related to the professional courses are clean, without any markings on them, just like the new ones. Instead, Kobayashi's own few notebooks are severely worn on the edges and are often read at first glance.

Chen Gong took out three notes hidden in the middle of the textbook, which were filled with various stickers, some cut from newspapers, some posted announcements under the bedroom floor, and one small note with different handwriting.

“This is…” After a quick glance, Chen Song was immediately attracted.

“The man entered the bedroom on holiday, unexpectedly leaving school, hiding in the closet and being spotted leaving the closet in the middle of the night. ”

“The body was found in the closet the following morning, and the murderer has not yet left the net. Teachers and students at all levels are requested to take precautions. ”

What was cut from the newspaper was a piece of news without a detailed address or a specific name, but only a homicide that the person had heard of.

“The names seem to have been deliberately cut off. Where did Kobayashi find the newspaper? The paper is yellow and feels like it's been around for some years. ”

More than one case was recorded on the notebook, including in the bedroom, library, laboratory building and elevator box.

“Have these cases really happened in real life?” Chen Song flipped the note, and the more he looked at it, the more he was shocked: “This note is important. ”

At the same time, Chen Song is more curious about Xiaolin. Who is he? Why are we collecting these strange murders?

Chen Guo kept all of Kobayashi's notes on the bed. He kept one in his backpack and had three more on the bed. Now Chen Guo has obtained four notes in total.

“The notes in the backpack are supposed to be disguised. There is not much important information. The three copies found at the bedside are probably Kobayashi's biggest secrets.” Chen Gong read carefully and directly carried down what he saw.

Chen Gong was focused, without any distraction, but at this moment, the door was suddenly knocked several times.

The silence was broken, and Chant habitually held his breath.

After a few knocks on the door, the knocking stopped.

“Is Wang Xiaoming out there? He told me to go to the cafeteria for dinner?” For Wang Xiaoming, Chen Song doesn't want to make too many evaluations, and doesn't want to have anything to do with each other.

After about a minute, that nasty knock suddenly rang again.

But this time the other party knocked a little harder, Chen Song didn't talk, didn't go to open the door, the knocking lasted for a few seconds, then the door actually came with a key insert. Lock holes, the sound of the spring swing!

Crunch...

The door was pushed open and the pale white teacher appeared at the door with a key and a flashlight.

“Why don't you open the door?” Teacher Bai glanced at Chen Song, his forehead sweating and his throat trembling slightly, seemed a little scared.

“I just fell asleep.” Chen Gong naturally grabbed the quilt on his bed and covered those three notes.

Teacher Bai did not enter the house, he just stood at the door and looked: “Don't run around at night, just stay in the dorm, you hear me? ”

“Okay.” Chan nodded.

Teacher Bai closed the door and left.

“Weird guy, he was rushing to open the door, and it made me feel like I wanted to see if I was still alive. ”

Chen Quo covered his quilt and was about to continue reading the notes. The lights in the bedroom suddenly went out.

“Lights out? It's 10: 30 already?” Lying in the dark, Chen Song suddenly realized a problem: “Ever since I entered the world behind the door, I haven't seen anything that could show time, no watch hanging, no time on my phone. ”

“Time should be a hidden clue, perhaps with some special help.” Chen Song began to distract from the moment the lights went out, counting his heartbeat while using his pubic pupils to continue watching the notes.

He doesn't need to know exactly what time it is, he just wants to have an approximate range to facilitate his next move.

“Simply go through the notes and look for other clues, and if you can't find them, move to the next place.” Teacher Bai has the bedroom door keys, he can go in and out of the bedroom, which makes Chan Song feel very insecure.

The curtains in the bedroom are thick, with only a hint of light penetrating through the cracks.

Five figures were printed on the walls, and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly depressing.

Bang, bang, bang...

In the darkness, Chen Song suddenly heard someone knocking on the bedroom door, and the other person moved very lightly.

“Why is someone here again?” Emerging knocking sounds completely different from Teacher Bai's knocking, and it should be someone else knocking on the door.

“Was it Wang Xiaoming? No, he seemed very timid and scared to stay in the hallway of the bedroom building, not him.” Chen Quo lay on the bed with his quilt covered. He remembered the words of Teacher Bai and Wang Xiaoming. Do not leave the bedroom casually at night.

Chen Gong still hesitated to go over and check it out, the knocking has stopped, the other party only knocked three or four times.

“There was only knocking and no footsteps, and the person outside the door was not expected to leave.” Chen Gong is also very conscious in terms of investigation and counter-investigation.

He didn't make a sound, his body didn't move, and he wanted to create an image of no one in the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, the silence in the house and in the corridor is still dead.

“The man has left?” Chen Guo relieved himself a little. He reached into Kobayashi's backpack and touched the scissors polished on the edge: “Whether it's useful or not, hold this thing for at least a little peace of mind. ”

Chen Gong is not the kind of person who sits there waiting to be killed. No matter what kind of despair he is in, he will not give up.

Grab the scissors, but before he takes them out of his bag, the knocking sounds again.

Not very hard, just like mechanical in repetition.

“Was the monster outside the door after me? ”

Chen Guo gripped the scissors and stared closely at the door. This time, the knocking did not stop, and he became anxious.

“The guy outside seems to be being chased by something. Does he want to come in and take refuge?” The mud and bodhisattva crossed the river itself, how dare Chen Gong run over and open the door to him at this time?

The other party knocks faster and faster, but the strength is gradually decreasing, giving the feeling that life is passing and dying.

“A prank? Or is he trying to lure me out?” Chen Song sounded rushed, but the sound of knocking slowly narrowed his eyes: “The knocking appeared empty, there was no sound in the hallway, something was wrong, I seem to have ignored a possibility. ”

Chen Guo extended his hand and flipped the notes next to him. One of the murders recorded was that the murderer hid in the bedroom closet and was seen by the students as they left in the middle of the night. Finally, the student's body was found in the closet.

“The killer, the student, was in the bedroom that night. If this story happens in this room, what I hear now is not a knock from the outside, but a cry for help from the inside! The ghost could be in the room! ”

As a cool air enters the brain from the spine, the position of the figure on the wall appears to have changed slightly, and worse, Chen Song suddenly feels something moving in the quilt!