My House of Horrors

It is also a door, but it represents a different meaning in Chen Gong and Wu Jinpeng's eyes.

At night, Wu Jinpeng drank a lot of wine and was drunk. He slowly removed the “armor” on his body.

A tiny bit of tiredness appeared in his muddy eyes, which he usually hides well and never shows in front of his family.

“Wu Zheng, go to bed. I'm taking you to school tomorrow morning.” Wu Jinpeng hugged Wu Voice to the bed: “Good night, son of a bitch. ”

After taking care of the little one, he had to take care of the big one. He pulled the cloth curtain and sat next to his own brother: “Quinn, don't play with the electric fan. If you feel hot, I'll fan you. ”

“Electric fan!” Wu Kun raised his hands and ran around the cabin without giving it to Wu Jinpeng.

“You slow down, don't affect the neighbors.” Wu Jinpeng was helpless, too, and sat at the table again: “Sorry, my brother is a mess. ”

“Brother Peng, before my work place, the fan broke, I fixed it myself, or let me take a look.” During the time that Chen Guo was running the haunted house alone, he learned a lot, including installing surveillance probes, walking various lines, and so on.

“I deliberately didn't fix it.” Wu Jinpeng took another sip of wine: “Look at my brother's left hand, he reached into the fan once...”

“Got it. ”

“My biggest wish was for Wu Sheng to be like an ordinary child. My second wish was to buy an air conditioner. My brother never enjoyed it. If he knew the air conditioning was good, he would definitely abandon the fan.” The rental house was narrow, Wu Jinpeng backed against the wall, he held the glass with his hand and his other hand touched the stray dog's head.

“Brother Peng, I can hear you are a man with a story, just before 12: 00 pm, can you tell me about your past?” Chen Gong wanted Wu Jinpeng to work in his own haunted house, so he had to know about Wu Jinpeng.

“What story do I have? My whole life has been an accident.” Wu Jinpeng is a little drunk: “Dude, guess what's the most expensive object in my house? ”

“How can I guess that?” There is not even a TV in the rental house. Chen Gong watched a circle, which makes the broken fan in the hands of Brother Wu Jinpeng more valuable.

“I'll show you.” Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box at the corner of the wall with a guitar inside: “This is not that kind of practice violin, it's expensive. ”

“Do you still play guitar?” Chen Gong labeled Wu Jinpeng as versatile and versatile, and his assessment of this handsome uncle was once again raised to a higher level.

“I used to learn music and have been a vagrant singer for a long time. I also met Wu Song's mother at that time.” Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but was probably afraid to argue with the neighbor, he didn't touch the strings, he just did a little more than make a scene and made a few calls in the air: “Wu Zheng's mother was a fan of mine, she was eight years younger than me, and people were especially good, so even if she left, I wouldn't blame her at all. ”

With wine on the table, a stray dog lying beside him and a broken guitar in his arms, the two men sat in a crowded cab talking about their past and their lives.

“Are you still a vagrant singer? ”

“I've long since done so, my dream was to write my own songs, and even if I can't be a singer, I have to work in a music-related industry. Unfortunately, because the reality was so hungry, I took a sip and ate my dream.” Wu Jinpeng closed his eyes and played his fingers in the air: “I used to be too rebellious. I always felt that I was right. For a while I still felt that the name my parents gave me was too dirty. I secretly changed my name. My father was angry and didn't sleep for three days. ”

Opening his eyes, Wu Jinpeng drank another glass of wine: “When I think of the old man blowing his beard, I want to laugh, but I can't see it anymore. ”

“Uncle? ”

“The year Wu Song was born, the old two went to see a doctor in Xinhai, and there was an accident.” Wu Jinpeng took a sip of the glass and bored it: “Actually, I always suspected that it wasn't a car accident. They probably couldn't fix it and didn't want to drag me into it anymore. ”

The house was quiet and his younger brother, Wu Kun, was tired and he lay on the corner of the wall holding the fan side.

“So now you're the only one in the house to take care of it?” Chen Guo found it really difficult for Wu Jinpeng to take care of his demented brother, and also to pay Wu Sheng tuition fees. He is the top Liang Zhu in this family.

“Well, actually, just get used to it.” Wu Jinpeng dropped the guitar in his hand: “Someone told me that life was born and lived, and I thought he was too pessimistic. What we live for, we can't guarantee, but how we live depends entirely on us. I used to tell Wu Sheng how beautiful and beautiful the world is, just hoping that he would grow up healthy and then go and see those beautiful things for himself one day. ”

“Brother Peng, you are too good at educating children.” Chen Guo picked up a glass and touched Wu Jinpeng.

“I also feel that I am excellent in educating children, but Pei Zhi College teachers are always arguing with me, saying don't let the children delude themselves and learn life skills on the ground.” Wu Jinpeng sounded like a confessional and made Chen Song laugh.

He had a great time talking to Wu Jinpeng. In fact, when Chen Gong first met Wu Jinpeng, he thought he was special.

Instead of defeating him, the misery and despair of life made his soul sculpture crystal-clear, a situation that Chen Song did not anticipate, nor did he anticipate.

Chen Gong now doesn't know what the criteria are for choosing a child for an underage child, but most of these children have one common denominator, some flaw, and are extremely depressed.

According to Jiang Ming's case, the more desperate and painful the child, the more terrible the world behind the door is, and the more compatible it is with the underworld.

From this perspective, Wu Song's chances of being possessed by an underworld are not very high. His father is really excellent.

The two chatted again for a while, and almost 11: 00, they packed their tableware, turned off the lights, and sat next to the drapes.

At midnight, behind the cloth curtain, you can see a shadow. Chen Gong made a gesture to Wu Jinpengbi.

His backpack contained a lot of red clothes. As soon as he approached it, the door would vibrate violently to wake Wu Wang, and the door would naturally close.

Chen Guo grabbed his backpack and suddenly pushed open the door as Wu Jinpeng moved forward.

The door lock trembled. By the time Wu Jinpeng returned to God, Chen Gong had disappeared with that door.

“I'm going?! Where are you? ”

……

Open your eyes, Chan Song is in front of a pitch-black alley, there is a faint mist of blood in the air, you can hear grinding teeth in your ears.

“Is this the world behind Wu's door? Why does it look a little like the old town? ”