My House of Horrors

The shadow shapes resemble the usual loneliness, but are agile and do not at all resemble an almost blind person.

Chen Gong didn't dare venture out, he wanted to continue to observe for a while, but the other party ran directly to the other side of the corridor and seemed to be looking for something.

“Is that very lonely? Is his eyes back to normal? ”

The teaching building was pitch black, even though Chen Song had pubic eyes, he still walked carefully.

“Teacher, is that someone you know? Shall we follow? ”

“One more thing, let's go to the top.” Chen Gongguang kept his eyes on the shadows, and instead of leaving, he entered another classroom.

There are other people in the teaching building late at night, variables increase, and Chen Song doesn't know if it's good or bad.

Several people arrived on the fourth floor, the toilet was on the other side of the corridor and needed to pass through the corridor.

“Whatever you hear, don't answer. Whatever you see, don't leave the team, understand?” Chen Gong ordered the members of the society to say a few words and then entered the corridor behind Wang Yicheng's back.

He pressed his body down and swept the classrooms on both sides with the marginal light in the corner of his eyes.

The window is painted black and you can't see anything.

Members of the association followed Chen Song, trying to control themselves not to look at both sides, but the more they told themselves not to look casually, the more uncontrolled their eyes turned to other places.

“What's that? ”

It seems that the classroom here has not been cleaned for a long time, and when Zhou Diao walks past a window, he sees a strand of hair under the window frame, giving the impression that a girl is lying in the classroom against the window.

“Isn't that really personal?” Zhou Tu raised his toes and held forward, tilting his head slightly, looking under the classroom window sill.

“Hair... moving? ”

Without waiting for Zhou diagram to see clearly, his body suddenly hit something, suddenly unable to prevent it, he did not hold the knife in his hand, the rusty knife fell to the floor.

Rusty knives and floor tile collisions made a slight noise, which sounded abnormally harsh in the late evening teaching building.

Everyone stopped and Chan Gong looked at Zhou Diao: “What are you doing? ”

“I accidentally hit a torch.” Zhou Tu covered his nose and pointed to Zhang Torch, who was standing still. He found Zhang Torch's expression a little strange: “You walked well, why did you stop suddenly? ”

The torch did not respond, looking up at the picture on the wall, his mouth slightly opened and his pupils narrowed a little.

“A torch? ”

No matter how the other person shouted, the torch did not respond, and he stared at the picture on the wall, his eyes calmly wearing a hint of sadness.

When he saw the kitchen knife that killed the girl in the woods, he had a nervous breakdown, hysteria, and now he's completely different.

No mad screams, no self-mutilation to relieve mental pain, he just stood quietly in front of the picture.

“This doctor… I've met him. ”

His voice was so small that only those around him could hear it.

“The fire burned a fifth of my skin, and I watched the flesh burn, smelling the smell of my body until my eyes melted, my eyes glued together, and my world fell into darkness. ”

“I was taken to the hospital because it was too painful to feel the pain. ”

“I couldn't open my eyes, my nose was burned, one ear was left with two-thirds, the other ear with one-third. ”

“I became a monster and I couldn't see myself, but I knew I wasn't me anymore, and I couldn't go back and live like a person. ”

“Have you tried listening to your family with two thirds of your ears? ”

“Someone is saving me, I can feel my body getting hurt, I'm getting closer and closer to life, but how do I wake up? ”

“His eyes were cut open by something cold, a little cleaned up, his left eye removed, and his right eye could almost see a gray world. ”

“I can't perceive the light, there are only shadows in the world that my right eye sees. Do you guys want me to go on living? ”

A torch hand pressed against the wall photograph, his face seeping blood, a tiny piece of blood coming from under his skin, like a surgically sewn needle thread.

“I know this doctor, and he's been with me for a week, and Death is taking my life, and he's gambling with Death. ”

The sound grew softer and the torch's voice was burning like a fire, and his appearance was gradually changing.

Scars and blood filaments spread across his face, his ears began to wither like flowers, and the eyelids of his left eye slowly melted.

“I didn't say a word to him, but I was impressed by him, and at the last moment of my life, he was one of the three people with me. ”

The guilt of the deceased unlocked the lock in Zhang's torch memory, and the doctor who had healed him made the previously blurred memory clear. The memory fragments in his mind fit together and a trace of blood seeped out of his skin, as if the wound that had healed had collapsed again.

Blood filaments gathered on the beads and dripped onto the coat of a torch, his coat turning a little red: "If you were in the same situation as me, would you choose to live or die? ”

“Half red? When the memory is restored, Li Ghost will be restored to what he was? Can't tree cave ghosts keep their normal human form just because their memories haven't been erased?” Chen Gong's eyelids beat slightly, but his reaction was much better than that of other members of the community.

Zhou Tu couldn't even pick up the kitchen knife. He grabbed Zhu Long's arm and both of them accidentally retreated three meters away.

No one answered, Zhang Torch's eyes slowly moved away from the photograph, and he looked at Chen Song: “I remember who I am, now can you tell me who you are? ”

They stood on a dark corridor and looked at each other.

“You asked me that question, and I gave you the answer.” Chen Gong stood still and didn't take a step back: “We are the same kind, I want to recover my forgotten memories, to help you, that is, to help myself. ”

“You're lying!” Zhang Torch reached out and grabbed Chen Song, but he stopped again as his fingers approached Chen Song.

“Why did you stop?” Chen Song took a step forward, and he approached Zhang Torch's desperate and horrible face: “Are you afraid to kill me, and then the other one will stand out of the body? Are you afraid of me in red? ”

Grabbing Zhang Torch's shoulder with both hands, Chen Song's expression on his face went insane. His hands moved on Zhang Torch's shoulder. Finally, he slowly held up Zhang Torch's face and gently touched each other's forehead.

“Kill me? How dare you? ”

It wasn't just a torch, and Zhou Tu and Zhu Long, hiding behind it, were also scared.

The bird in the hallway was silent. After a while, Chen Gong loosened a torch. He looked at the other members of the community in the hallway: “I just want to find my lost memories. You help me, you are helping yourself, and vice versa. ”