My House of Horrors

The bleeding man's face seemed to have been released by a skin ball, wrinkled on the ground, and if it hadn't been for Jurong and Zhang Torch blocking, these filthy things would have climbed onto Chan Gong.

“Looks like this brother doesn't want to talk to us properly. ”

The color of blood in the drawing room was spreading, and Chen Gong stood behind Zhu Long and Zhang Torch, using pubic eyes to measure the red coat in front of him.

Blood splashed, red clothes swayed, his skin hung with all sorts of tortures, and every step he took, his face fell from his coat.

The red coat is also divided into 369, unfortunately, the red coat they encountered belongs to the extremely dangerous category.

But this is also what makes Chen Gong stranger. Zhang Torch and Zhu Long are not afraid when faced with such a red coat. They are different from Xu Yan's kind of insanity into the bone, losing their sanity and fighting.

Zhu Long and Zhang Torch were sensible, and their faces were calm, as if there was a voice in their head telling them that there was no need to be afraid.

After seeing Zhu Long and Zhang Torch, the red coat did not move immediately. He raised his head slowly and his whole face was covered with wet hair.

Chen Gong can see a face filled with black blood vessels through the gaps in his black hair, pale, morbid, it seems to be smiling.

“Tick-tock. ”

A middle-aged man's face fell off along the sleeve of a red jacket and fell between Chan and him.

“Save me, this demon who likes to peel, save...”

“Bang!”

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish, a bloodstained anti-smash shoe fell heavily on his face.

His words were forcibly interrupted and his entire face was torn apart.

The house is quiet and the sound of the blood dropping is particularly clear due to the quiet.

The colour of the anti-smash shoe became darker and the original colour was masked as if it were blood red in itself.

“Let's get out of the way, he's not after us.” Weak Zhou Zhou looked up at the red coat and couldn't help but look away: “He stayed here to wait for the day, and he wanted to be the first to see the scene in the studio because he was both a manager and a participant. ”

“Participants?”

“He is the author of the sixth painting, connecting two monsters upside down! ”

Zhou Tu's eyes were staring at the red coat as he spoke, and his memory was awakened. At this time, though weak, he had a special temperament.

The red coat at the door wasn't angry because it was called a monster, and he seemed to like it.

The sound of footsteps rang in the oil studio, the red clothes and Chan Song rubbed their shoulders, leaving a trace of blood on the floor and walking to the center of the studio.

He ended up parked next to the sixth painting, looking at the painting, which was long overdue.

Chen Goyi rarely remembered the contents of the sixth painting. One person carried the large mirror of the dance room, and accidentally slipped and the mirror was broken.

There are mirror fragments all over the ground, each reflecting a bloody red face.

“Leave him alone, let's go.” Zhou Tu was held by Wang Yicheng and walked out the door.

Chen Gong also did not want to compete with this monster for the time being and fled downstairs with other members of the community.

“Still jumping out the window? ”

Wang Yicheng opened the door of the adjacent classroom, and the doll sculpture covered in white cloth changed in the house, and a blood bead appeared quietly under the white cloth.

“Most of the painting materials and props in the experimental building were made by that pervert.” Zhou Dian's face is still very poor and hasn't improved since he left the studio: “Includes red paint and those stinking oil canvases. ”

Without going into the details of Zhou, you've all figured out how the painting materials were made.

“Have so many people died in this abandoned school?” Chen Gong was somewhat confused: “I saw several warehouses on the fourth floor, filled with ‘painting materials'. ”

“I do know a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I know everything.” Zhou Tu's attitude toward Chen Song is strange, he can't say it better or worse than before, but he can only hear a little from his words.

The oil painting room behind him suddenly heard a loud noise, a few people turned their heads and saw that the red monster's spine was completely open, his back swollen, one rib extending to both sides, and each bone hung a brutal tool.

He stood on his back against the door and seemed to be modifying the painting with his own tools.

“Stay away from him.” Zhou Tu asked Wang Yicheng to open the window and take himself down first.

The glass window was pushed open, Zhou Zhu and Wang Yicheng left first, and Chen Song followed closely, but when he stood next to the window, he suddenly collapsed.

There was a man standing in the shadow of the southeast corner of the experimental building, in black leather shoes, pale face, gloomy eyes, holding a little girl's nightdress in his hand and a collar for a dog.

“Teacher Bai? ”

Chen Gong had pubic eyes, saw Teacher Bai at first glance, and also saw the blood on the girl's nightdress: “Something wrong with his daughter? ”

White teacher hiding in the shadows also found Chan Song, who seems to have been sitting here for a long time, presumably because he didn't expect anyone else to be around Chan Song, so he didn't do it.

“This is the real white teacher. I took his ID and replaced him. I'm afraid these things wouldn't be good if I let my students know.” Chen Gong felt that Zhang Torch should be able to guess that he was not a school teacher, but this layer of window paper didn't pierce anyone, at least apparently everyone was trying to keep the society stable.

“I need to find a reason to kill him, destroy the remains, and there should be plenty of people around me who are good at it.” There is still a powerful ghost hiding in Chen Song's shadow. The other side is considered the most dignified ghost. He is now a chess piece in Chen Singer's hands.

With the decision, Chan Gong's eyes turned soft on Teacher Bai. He accelerated his movements and jumped downstairs in less than a minute.

“Where are the people?” After his feet landed, Chen Gong looked at the corner of the experimental building and Teacher Bai had disappeared.

“What are you doing?” Zhou Diao's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and it feels like it's going to dissipate any minute: “I don't have much time, there's something I have to tell you, it's about whether I can find myself or not, and it's about the lives and deaths of each of you. ”

“Come on, we're listening.” Zhang Torch and Zhu Long stood around Chen Gong, and several of them were surrounded.

“Thirteen paintings in the oil studio represent thirteen people, each as scary as the red coat we just met.” Zhou Tu took a breath and waited for Wang Yicheng to lift him into the bushes before continuing to talk away from the experimental building: “Sorting and strength are irrelevant, completely random, with one exception. ”

“Exceptions? ”

“Number one is the exception, I don't have any memory of number one, I just know he loves painting, he's a painter. ”