My House of Horrors

The middle-aged man apparently did not answer the question of Chen Song, who, in his view, was just a freshman who knew nothing about the heavens and the earth.

“You talk so much! ”

The tall wooden chair smashed into Chen Sing's shoulder. The middle-aged man did not want to leave any obvious marks on Chen Sing. They experienced the old way and knew how to beat people most painfully without leaving any marks.

“Boom!”

The chair hit the corridor wall, and Chan Song ran out of danger.

“How dare you resist?” The scar on the face of a middle-aged man began to twist, and several of his companions came this way.

“By the time I got here, someone had already told the teacher that they would be here shortly.” Nobody believed Chen Gong's words, his body trembled, his eyes glistened, all the details told everyone here, he was lying and he was scared.

“Do you believe what you say?” The middle-aged man dragged his chair toward Chan Sing again, and Chan Sing swayed backwards, gazing at the void and running deeper into the warehouse area.

The more desolate they went in, no one thought Chen Gong would die, so they reacted a little slower.

By the time they realized it, Chen Gong had gone out for a few meters.

“Look, scared the kid, can't even tell the direction.” Middle-aged men and several other men who came out of the warehouse looked at each other, and a trace of blood appeared in their pupils.

“Go after him! Don't let him get away!” Several students in the Chen class have not yet figured out the situation, and they want to teach Chen Song a lesson.

Those orphaned wildlings off campus did not leave immediately, seemingly intentionally trying to get Chen Gong further away.

“Don't worry, he won't get away.” On the edge of the crowd an old man licked his lips, swallowed a drop of saliva and extended a finger to several others: “I want one, the rest of you split equally. ”

“Old foods, half as much as you can eat.” The middle-aged man threw the wooden chair in front of several students: “You stay here, the corridor is very dangerous, and we don't know exactly how many people are hiding in there that don't belong to this school. ”

Looking at Chen Gong was about to disappear from sight, and those foreign monsters who did not belong to Haunted School chased after him.

They deliberately kept their distance from Chen Song, hoping that Chen Song could run further, so as to facilitate their next move, which happened to be what Chen Song wanted to see.

The two sides somehow reached a tacit agreement, ran after each other, ran past the two corridors, and finally Chen Song stopped on his own initiative.

He hid in a shabby toilet at the end of the corridor, pretending to be weak.

“Is it a coincidence that the gatekeepers of the Psychic Ghost School first pushed the door open in the toilet, and now I'm forced into the toilet, or is it ‘God's will' in the middle of nowhere? ”

The pusher was hurt in the last compartment, and Chan Song also hid in the last compartment this time.

Bloody corridors, abandoned campuses, empty surroundings, can only hear their heartbeats and breathing.

“Crunch. ”

The door was pushed open and a footstep appeared in the ear, as if the other person's shoes were stepping on blood, with a strange noise.

“Has this ever happened to that kid? ”

History reappeared again, except this time the victim changed to Chan Song.

“Are you here? ”

The stinging male voice came through the toilet door, the lonely wildlings off campus who were playing with Chen Song.

“Creaking...”

The first compartment door was slowly pushed open and the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

Chen Gong took a breath, and the scene he saw on the top floor of the teaching building appeared in his mind. What he was going through was probably what the child was going through before he died.

Fear, anxiety, faster heartbeat, hard to cover your nose, don't let yourself make any noise, your back is against the wall, your strength is a little drained and curled in the corner of the dirty toilet compartment.

Thin bodies are trembling, their brains are filled with grabs, what kind of fear they have of me, all kinds of negative emotions that torment my brain and soul, and how can a minor child face these alone?

In this situation, Chen Song better understands those children. Adults see the world differently from their children, and the fear in their eyes is different from that of adults.

Rubbing cold palms, Chan Song stopped thinking: “Did that voice just come back? ”

“Are you here? ”

The door to the second compartment was pushed open, and their voices sounded strange, like unstoppable ghosts, like shadows and shadows.

“I saw you, I knew you were hiding here. ”

The door of the third compartment was pushed open, the blood mist of the air became much thicker and the toilet became increasingly depressed.

The slight smell of blood irritated everyone, the orbit was filled with blood silk and an excited twisted face squeezed into the toilet.

“You're about to get caught. ”

The scar leaked blood, and the middle-aged man took the rope he had found from the warehouse, and his fingers crossed the toilet door panel, knocking gently, in an elegant motion, and he was enjoying the process.

“There's no fourth compartment either, it seems he's in the last compartment. ”

The nails rubbed against the wooden slab, making a loud noise, and the footsteps stopped at the door of the last compartment.

“Are you here? ”

The door lock swayed, and the anxious heart beat, and the bully was already ready, and the end was doomed.

“Locked? I know you're in there! Come out, come out! ”

The toilet compartment door was slammed and swayed, how helpless it would be for a child hiding inside, he could only face those horrible guys alone and bear it alone.

“Come out, come out! ”

The noise outside is getting louder and louder, the footsteps, the screaming, the knocking on the door, the three together can drive people crazy alive.

“Boom!”

The old locks were unbearable and the compartment door was eventually broken open.

The first middle-aged man grabbed the rope and squeezed it in before the compartment door was fully open.

“Drag him out! Drag him out! ”

The man behind screamed, but the middle-aged man did not respond, as if he had disappeared.

“Creaking...”

The door panel with the broken locking head slowly opened and the sound of the ticking ticks rang in everyone's ears.

Fresh blood seeps out from under the door panel, and the intense bloody smell comes out, filling the cramped toilet compartment with people.

“You're thinking about fighting and fighting, and I'm thinking about killing and killing, and we didn't have the same purpose from the beginning. ”

Chen Gong closed the comic book, leaned against the wall, and threw a reddish brown blood clot up his palm, which seemed like a dead heart.

“Swallow all of you, Bai Qiulin should be able to wear red too, right? ”