My House of Horrors

The size one clothes and shoes, dirty face, clear eyes filled with surprise, the child hid behind the old man's clothes and revealed a small half face.

“Can you hear me?” Chen Gong dropped his backpack and gently extended his hands to the child: “Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. ”

The child hiding behind the wardrobe clothes looked at Chen Song in awe. He looked at Chen Song's hand and hesitated for a long time, slowly reaching out his hand.

The cold little hand rests on the palm of Chen Song's palm, and the long-overdue warmth slowly opens the boy's eyes.

“Have you been staying here?” Chen Song pointed at his feet and he wanted to ask if the little boy had stayed behind the door all the time, but the little boy understood what he meant wrong, waved his hands, and scored hard.

After watching Chen Song for half a day, it became clear that the child was playing games with his little friends, everyone was playing hide-and-seek, and he hid here to avoid the others.

Looking at the little boy, Chen Gong shook his head gently. The children were not prepared to look for him at all. He was just the object of the tease.

He hid seriously in the closet and eventually opened the closet door and found out that his presumption was not that of the children, but that the owner had called him to eat.

“Have you ever thought about making more friends and opening windows to see the outside world?” Chen Gong found the key figure in the world behind the door - Jiang Ming, but he couldn't figure out what the relationship was between this Jiang Ming and Jiang Ming outside the door.

Gangming in the door may be the missing hearing of Gangming outside the door, but the probability is low.

Combined with the existing clues, the door will only appear when Jiang Ming is asleep outside the door, so Jiang Ming inside the door is most likely the consciousness of Jiang Ming himself.

“In this imaginary world, all behaviors and characters are related to reality. Jiang Ming, with the idea of playing with friends, hides in the warmest room he feels, which should be his best memory. ”

Chen Song wanted to say something else, but Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed, from surprise to alarm, tears almost instantly appeared.

“He's looking behind my back! ”

Alcohol poured into his nostrils, Chen Gong said nothing, his legs slipped to the ground, and he flashed away holding the little boy.

The bottle was smashed into the closet and the glass fragments splashed, but no sound was heard.

The big blood vessels were raised on his face, and the drunk monster didn't know when he was coming. He must have heard Chen Song talking.

“This guy is a real ghost, and the most troublesome thing is that he can't be killed.” Chen Gong single-handedly held the broken skull hammer and the other held the little boy. The child was frightened and his body was constantly trembling like a little-squared kitten.

“Fear of the drunken father is rooted in his heart, and it is this fear that is increasing the strength of the drunken man, making him stronger and stronger.” There is a plan in Chen's head: “If I can help the boy overcome his fears, tell him with practical action that the drunken father is not invincible, things should get better. ”

It's easy to say, but it's too hard to change memories that are rooted in your heart.

“Jiang Ming, don't be afraid, uncle here, nobody can hurt you.” Chen Gong put the child on the chair and held the shattered hammer with both hands: “At his reinforcing speed, I could hammer him ten times. ”

Getting ready, Chen Gong was about to do it. The door of the rental house suddenly opened and an old lady with white hair and a bowl of noodles was walking around the house.

The old man is at least seventy years old with his back tucked in.

The expression on her face was very generous, but when she saw the drunk man, she instantly changed her face, dropped the bowl full of noodles, and grabbed the cane by the bed and went towards the drunk ghost.

The horrible drunkard saw the old lady panicking and dared to have a feeling of busy hands and feet.

He was smashed in the head by a broken skull hammer, and the drunk didn't even feel the pain, but after being beaten a few times by the old man's crutches, he was a little unbearable, and Kung Wang escaped from the cabin.

The old man chased out a long way with a cane before returning.

She closed the cab door angrily and walked into the bedroom and came to the child, rubbing Jiang Ming's head gently.

The old man asked Jiang Ming to go to the table to eat. There was her freshly made face, and the heat seemed very appetizing.

Jiang Ming ran over to eat. The old man only looked at Chen Song. Her eyes were no smaller than Jiang Ming's.

“Grandma, can you hear me too? ”

The old man nodded.

“Do you still have reason? Can we communicate? You don't have to talk!” Chen Gong removed a ballpoint pen full of tape from his pocket, and a comic book from his backpack, complete with paper and pens.

Looking at Chen Song, the old man said a few words, but Chen Song couldn't hear a sound at all.

She pushed away Chen Singer's ballpoint pen and turned towards the living room.

Staring at the old man's back, Chan Song suddenly found that the old lady was different from the others in the scene behind the door.

Her bodily illusions seemed likely to dissipate at any moment, and more importantly, Chan Song felt a shadow of cold from her.

Using her eyes, Chan Song discovered that the old lady did not seem to have twisted based on Jiang Ming's memory, but a cruelty that was about to dissipate soon!

Without shipping, obsession can only last a limited amount of time, even behind the door.

Although the old man overlapped with Jiang Ming's memory, it merely prolonged her existence.

When one day comes, she'll still dissipate. By then, the old lady of the world behind the door will be shaped entirely according to Jiang Ming's memory. The person may still protect Jiang Ming in the world behind the door and make him hot noodles, but he is not the person he used to be.

Chen Song became more and more curious about the truth. He walked up to the old man, who was taking the pen out of the drawer, and she drew it on the paper.

Every time she wrote a word, her body became illusory, and the old man handed Chen Song the paper after writing it, and there were only four words on it - watch out for snails.

“Snails? ”

Chen Gong entered the back door many times, he also knew the world behind the door very well. The scariest part of this place is red, more scary than red is the fierce god, but the old lady told him to watch out for snails.

“Is a snail scarier than that drunk who can't kill anything?” Chen Gong asked softly, the old lady nodded her head.

“I see. How do we get out of here? ”

When she heard Chen Song's voice, the old lady first made a muttering gesture and then lit up the words snail on the paper.

“The key to getting out is also on the snail? Is this snail a nickname for some ghost? Or are you referring to something? ”

Chen Gong was still thinking, Jiang Ming at the table had finished his noodles, and he was preparing to go out with his rice bowl. He seemed to want to wash dishes, but was stopped by the elderly.

The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head with love, wiped Jiang Ming's mouth clean with an apron, and then stood in front of Jiang Ming, pointing to Chen Song.

Jiang Ming immediately understood what the old lady meant. He held Chan's hand and was happy to run out the door.

“What are you going to do?” Chen Gong knew that the old man had no malice. She should have told Jiang Ming to take Chen Gong to complete something.

Jiang Ming heard Chen Song's voice, with an innocent smile on his face, as if to share his secrets with others, quietly reach into the pocket.

A moment later, Jiang Ming removed a snail's shell from his pocket.

He was cautiously carrying a snail shell, as if it were the most precious treasure for him.