My House of Horrors

Chen Gong was shocked by his thoughts, a doorless door, constantly searching for desperate children, took years, and eventually turned himself into a four-star scene?

This sounds incredible, Chen Song forced himself to calm down.

“There are thirteen frames in the oil studio of the experimental building, a total of thirteen people, who know the secret of the school, and the blood turns upside down, who are probably the thirteen candidates that the door searches for themselves. ”

The power of a single person can hardly sustain a four-star scene, unless the other person goes beyond the red, but if more than one red coat joins forces, it turns out that no one can tell, after all, that even he has not seen so many red coats together.

“Thirteen, that's an ominous number.” Chen Gong glanced at Zhou, he had been searching for an art society, and had dreamed of scenes in the oil painting room. This person should be one of the thirteen painters.

“The door should be selective and the torch obviously does not meet the criteria, but the weekly chart does.” Chen Gong didn't expect much from the oil studio at first, but after analyzing it, he changed his mind: “Zhou Diao's memory is key. ”

Of the several members of the community, Zhou Zhou is the most special one, and Chen Song now needs to be prepared with both hands.

Zhou Tu wakes up and tells himself everything, or Zhou Tu wakes up and becomes his enemy.

“This is a big fish. Wasn't my attitude towards him too casual?” Chen Gong stared at Zhou Diao and looked at him with a cold tremor.

“Teacher Bai, I'll check over there.” Zhou Zhu found a reason to go to the deepest part of the archives room.

“Run for what? I'm the one who should be scared.” Chen Song continued to search the house, and the surprise the archive room had brought him was far from over.

Soon after, Chen Song found several more reports of the fire in the archive room, and the flame seemed to have a special meaning in this school, symbolizing both destruction and rebirth.

“Was there a fire at Twilight High School, traces of burning on the stairs, a crematorium in front of the school, and now I see a fire at a private college in West City, which is a coincidence or a deeper cause? ”

In addition to reports of fires, Chen Gong also found several well-kept student records at the bottom of the iron cabinet, two of which were very special.

One of the files contains the name of Lin Sisi, with his evaluation by teachers and classmates.

The classmates were reluctant to be friends with him, and the teacher was lazy. The child had no mother, his father was a murderer, and he had been adopted since childhood, but for some reason he had escaped from foster homes on several occasions, causing a great headache.

In his view, the only person in the world who truly helped him was an intern in a welfare home.

The newly graduated college student, while his life was not yet settled, funded Lin Sisi's completion of elementary school and came to attend Lin Sisi's Parent Association.

According to the teacher's comments, Lin Si's "ADHD" could have improved a little while the intern was there.

There are no photos or specific information about Lin Si in the file, but a handwritten signature - the Gu Yujia - has been retained.

The whole file is shattered and full of wormholes, only the guardian can sign it and it's clean.

“Gu Yujia, including Jiang Welfare Home, can go see if I can leave alive.” Chen Song sounds like he's talking to himself, and he sounds like he's deliberately talking to someone.

He then turned to another selected file, dated earlier than the others, with no names on it or any records, but only one sentence.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on, everything will be fine. They can't bully me all my life. One day, I'll grow up too. ”

The words on the file are skewed, not like they were written by a teacher, but more like a child who wrote them himself when his hand was injured.

“Unbottom-line tolerance only exacerbates the perpetrator, in any case, and those who bring pleasure to violence will not be sympathetic and reflective. ”

Chen Guo took a photo of Lin Sisi's phone and put the file back in place.

“The earliest file should have been kept by a real pusher, who, after pushing the door open, is likely to change his mind and go to another extreme. ”

“If he is the pusher that Zhang Ya ate, it is likely that after his death the door he pushed was still doing something according to his will. I would like to improve the chances of survival behind the door, preferably by following his heart. ”

School violence has never happened to Chen Gong, and one of his closest forms of violence on campus should have been in primary school.

Teachers ask children to bring toys they don't normally play to school, ready to donate to welfare homes.

Everyone has donated, only Chen Gong alone is hiding the bag and not talking.

Some of the nastiest kids in the class started grabbing Chen's bag and broke the bag's lock during the push, resulting in a bloody large intestine and a broken finger on the backpack.

But Miao Weishao's broken fingers rolled like chalk in the classroom. The bloody plastic colon also bounced a few times on the desk, frightening all the students in the class and the teachers walking this way.

Later, when the Vice Principal came, he asked the class director -- what was the child's family background?

Chen Gong's parents were called to school that evening, and then the police took him away for half a day for questioning.

To put it this way, Chan Song should be the only student who was bullied in school and as a result his parents were questioned by the police.

But there's also a good side to it, at least since then, no one my age has dared to bully Chen Song.

“We must not bow our heads to violence on campus.” There are other meanings to Chan Song, where some of the victims have become new sources of violence.

The Psychic Ghost School is expanding, and that bloodless door will approach all desperate children, turn them into a part of the door, recreate their nightmares behind the door, brick their souls, and fortify a grave burying reality.

After a long search in the archive room until the nose tip smelled familiar, Chen Gong decisively led the rest of the community out of the office building.

“Teacher, we're lucky those stinking monsters didn't come to us until the end.” Zhu Long whispered.

“It's not luck, it's someone who helped us distract the monsters.” Chen Gong is not sure if he is often alone in helping himself, but he knows that something must be happening in this school and that those things are likely to be related to his frequently orphaned siblings.

“Come on, let's go to the experimental building.” Chen Gong looks at Zhou Diao: “You must have made a decision already, right? ”