My House of Horrors

In psychic ghost schools, mirrors have a special meaning, each mirror represents a person, and behind each mirror lies a memory.

Chan Song was shocked by the scene in front of him. He had been in haunted school for so long. He had not seen a few mirrors in total. I didn't expect all of them to be hidden in this room.

“Mirrors represent memories, and secrets are hidden in them, pushers spying on the past of all the powerful ghosts and outsiders in the door. ”

The doors and walls are exactly the same color, almost integrated, and the outside is filled with announcements and pictures, and no one will even think of a room behind this shameful wall after the doorman dies.

“This pusher's preference is somewhat special, whether the despair behind the door distorted him or whether he gave up on himself and opened his arms to embrace the abyss. ”

Chen Gong is curious about every pusher, and Psychic Ghost School pusher is the only dead pusher, which is of great research value.

“You stay with me.” Chen Gong dragged Xu Yin into this hidden room together.

“I'm not lying to you. This is the principal's office you're going to. The doorman is the owner of the haunted school. This room is also the deepest hidden room of the haunted school.” The puppet idol was stealing the concept, but at this time, Chan Song was attracted to the scene in the house and didn't even notice the new blood on the puppet.

The house is not big, there are no windows, there are no ventilation holes, the whole room is connected to the outside only that door.

“This is the most depressing room I've ever seen.” Bai Qiulin backed the mirror and did not follow Chen Song in. He just looked outside for a moment and even shook his head: “Every day he locked himself in a room full of mirrors, looking at himself in the mirror every day, even Li Ghost rarely would do such things. ”

“Don't underestimate these mirrors.” Chen Gong cautiously picked up a piece of mirror on the ground, and he held it in front of him, but it wasn't himself that was reflected in the mirror.

The mirror is empty, it looks a little weird, and it's a little pathetic.

“Unlike in other scenarios, a key point is the emergence of this special object in the mirror, which should have all the secrets in this room. ”

There's no way in the house to step down, mirrors and mirror fragments stacked together, overlapping each other, you have me, I always have you, just like the ghost school will on the top of my head, all the memories and will converge, regardless of each other.

“I brought you here with me at the principal's office, and I'm sincere.” Puppet fingers grabbed Chen Gong's clothes and made Chen Gong look at himself.

“Mm-hmm.” Chen Gong responded with only one word, and he was attracted to a mirror in the corner of the room at the moment.

Most of the mirrors in this room are shattered, the edges are uneven, the surface is covered with blood and stains, but there is a mirror at the corner of the wall that is well preserved, it emits faint red light, and there is constant blood flowing on the mirror, as if something wanted to come out.

“Whose mirror would that be? Looks like a little mirror for a girl. Is it Changwen Rain? ”

Chen Gong suddenly thought of a question. If every haunted school student corresponds to a mirror, is it possible that the mirror is also in this room?

He shook his head and Chan Gong drove the idea out of his head: “Zhang Yazhen killed everyone pushing the door, how could he leave his mirror behind? ”

Thinking about it, Chen Song became more curious: “Xu Yin, go get the mirror. ”

Chen Gong took over the puppet and worried that it was a plot by the puppet to prevent it from coming into contact with anything in the house.

When he heard Chen Song, Xu Yan walked towards the corner of the room, but he just stepped on the mirror on the ground. All the mirrors in the room began to bleed outward. A crack appeared. One mirror looked like a mouth was about to swallow Xu Yan.

“Come back!”

Chen Gong shouted loudly. After Xu Yan stopped approaching, the lenses in the room slowly returned to their original condition.

When the clothes were touched, Chan Song looked back and another line appeared on the puppet: "Once these mirrors are touched, the will of the school will immediately begin to target you, just as a warning. ”

“Can't you just touch it? ”

“Nor should this early warning be effective only on red, and if it is an ordinary obsession, they are not expected to react so strongly. ”

“What if it's a living person?” Chen Gong returned the puppet to Xu Yan: “Neither the doorman nor the will of the school should have expected a living person to enter this room, nor did they mutate when I picked up a piece of mirror. ”

“I don't know...”

Chen Gong did not ask Puppet for his opinion anymore. He slowly stepped on the mirror fragments on the ground, almost as he guessed, everything in the room was normal.

“Xu Yan, stay here. ”

Little by little, Chen Gong's body stood completely on that pile of mirror fragments: “Sorry, how guilty. ”

Every mirror is a memory, Chen Song apologized in advance, also to reassure himself.

Look down and look around, a mirror fragment, as if it were a mirror graveyard.

“Only the mirror at the corner of the wall is bleeding. Whose mirror is that?” Chen Gong now owns the painter's mirror, but this information is obtained without laughing and is not credible.

The feet are full of mirror fragments. If you don't pay attention, you will fall down. If you get hurt, it's still a small matter. Chan Gong just doesn't want to destroy these mirrors.

He slowly moved his body and took more than a minute to get close to the corner of the wall. He squatted down and carefully took the pieces of the mirror in front of him.

The mirror was different, and as he looked into the mirror, more and more blood began to appear on the mirror, as if it were not a mirror, but a beating heart.

“There seems to be something in the mirror.” Chen Gong used pubic pupils, and he was surprised to find them in a mirror full of blood, reflecting the room.

In a confined space filled with mirror fragments, a man in red is squatting in the corner of the wall, concentrating on a girl's makeup mirror.

“Wait! This scene is with me now...” Chen Song is preparing to retreat, the red boy squatting in the mirror turned his head suddenly, this man's face is actually like Chen Song's, even more horrible, his five officials are still slowly changing, more and more like Chen Song's face.

“For the dead?” Chen Quo was preparing to retreat, and the red boy in the blood red mirror suddenly screamed, his hands tore his face desperately, digging up a large chunk of flesh, as if this face heralded extreme obscurity and calamity.

As the red boy in the mirror went mad, there was a loud noise outside the hallway, and immediately after Chen Song heard the old headmaster's voice.

“Chen Gong! Something's wrong with the will of the school! That eyeball is bleeding! ”