My House of Horrors

Memory is a hard thing to describe, like snow that will never melt, like the light that flies and passes, craving to grasp can't grasp, hoping to forget.

Zhou Tu had been haunted by that dream for a long time. He knew he was different, but was not sure, and eventually fell into deep self-doubt.

Until this day he met Chan Song.

This man was the first to make sure of Zhou Dian, and all his dreams were true, and all he experienced were not fiction, but indelible memories branded deep in his mind.

Zhou Tu got the answer he wanted, but at the same time, he got himself into a dangerous vortex, and he didn't know if he would crumble or be relieved if he continued to follow Chen Song.

“Have you thought about it?” Chen Guo stood in front of Zhou's figure and repeated another sentence.

“I…”

“If you're really not sure, look at him.” Zhang Torch and Wang Yicheng suddenly came over, and they sandwiched Zhou between them: “Zhu Long, come here. ”

There was something wrong with the last Jurong, his eyes were very strange, he seemed to burn a flame, and the whole person was on the verge of collapse.

“What did you do to him?” Chen Gong looked at Zhu Long's left hand, and the child held the phone and the hand burst.

“We found a broken news story in the archives room, a courier who used to wander around the university disappeared in school, and a few days after the police investigation, they found it in the autopsy room in the grocery room. A human corpse.” Zhang Torch handed over several severely damaged newspapers to Chen Song: “That's not true. The human corpse is him, Jurong. ”

False memories were shattered, and Zhu Long remembered a lot when he saw the newspaper.

He studied hard and eventually successfully enrolled in college only in his dreams. The reality is cold enough for people to look at it.

The girl he liked was a good student and enrolled in the best medical college, and his grades were messy and he couldn't even afford to repeat his studies.

The family is poor and the only relatives are seriously ill and getting worse.

Fate took a headache, but he didn't punch this little guy across, and he started to learn to take care of people and stand up for himself.

When looking for a job, others thought he looked insensitive, he removed his messy long hair, others thought his tattoo would scare the customer, he took the knife and scraped the skin off a little bit, he wasn't knocked down, and eventually found a job of his own - the courier.

He was diligent, friendly, stubborn with a smile on his face, he lived to the best of his ability, with the respect and material security that he had earned from his own efforts.

After one of the most difficult summer vacations, he got used to the job, working late every day, and the only fun was picking up some of the lists sent to Jiang Medical School.

Every time he entered the campus, he had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he knew that the girl was in the school, even if it was just a peek at each other from afar, he would feel very satisfied and be happy all day.

The school said it was big, small and small, and I don't know when to meet him.

He had fantasized about the scenes of countless encounters in his mind, but when the girl really showed up, he realized that all the preparations and exercises were useless and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak, like a child who had been discovered in secret.

After that day, they kept in touch with each other, the girl was unexpectedly proactive, she liked the feeling of control, and Jurong mistakenly thought it was admiration.

His Baiyi Baishun is a spiritual cruelty, and the girl likes to torture Jurong, and she always reminds Jurong —— you're nothing.

The self-esteem that he worked so hard to exchange was crushed little by little, and Zhu Long became a doll in the hands of a girl, and even more horribly, Zhu Long did not realize it.

He's a stupid-ass kid who's not even a rival to that schoolgirl who's good at anatomy and crime psychology.

He was like a lamb that had been pulled out of its hair, and the red strip was placed on a woman's plate, slaughtered.

Ultimately, the damage extends from the mental to the physical level, until death arrives, and Zhu Long realizes it. Unfortunately, it is too late.

Blood came out of a wound, and Zhu Long held a pink phone and stared at Chen Singer's newspaper.

The gate to his memory was repeatedly stimulated and finally flushed open.

“Do you know which piece of human flesh is pink? ”

Blood silk was like a needle thread, stitching up the skin, and Zhu Long step-by-step walked towards Chen Song: “The flesh was the most tender when the wound was about to heal, and she loved pink. ”

Jurong's body began to misposition, and his body had many stitches and stitches, making it difficult to imagine what had happened to him since his death.

“Another half red.” Chen Gong's eyes were so calm that when Zhu Long was only two steps away from him, he lifted his hands and held Zhu Long gently: “I want you to understand one thing: no matter when, for whatever reason, anything that hurts you should be allowed, even if it is in the name of love. ”

Looking at the boy nearby, Chan Song was a little heartbroken, and he patted Jurong on his shoulder: “I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I can assure you that if we leave this school, I'll let you see that girl again. ”

The blood line running through Jurong's flesh paused violently. Jurong looked directly at Chen Song and slowly lowered his head: “It's a deal. ”

Grasp the pink phone and Zhu Long silently retreats behind Chen Gong.

Zhu Long and Zhang Torch's coats are still turning red. Even if they are not red, they are also the top half red coat. In addition to Wang Yicheng, Chen Gong will not be too afraid to face the ordinary red coat at this time.

“You can go to the lab now.” Chen Gong did not ask Zhou Tu again, he had already got the answer from the other person's eyes.

When the child saw the look of Zhu Long, he dug his nails into the meat, and he should have an unfinished wish, but now he forgot what that wish was.

Through the bushes, Chen Gong led the group members to the experimental building, which was his second visit tonight.

“The red coat should still be in the duty room, and if you meet him, just give him his clothes back.” Chen Gong spoke with a lot of breath, and he parked outside the building with the students.

“This building is the lair of the monsters upside down. The art club we're going to is on the fourth floor. After we finish looking at that room, whether or not Zhou Tu memory wakes up, we have to evacuate immediately.” Chen Gong leads by the window of a room on the first floor: “Now, come up with me. ”

Several students looked at each other and then saw Chen Gong climb up to the second floor very easily.

“I told you he must be a sports teacher.” Zhang Torch, Zhu Long and Wang Yicheng's memories have all been revived. Climbing the building is nothing to the powerful ghost, only Zhou's view is difficult.