My House of Horrors

Wu Sheng sat beside Wu Jinpeng and cried. It felt like he was going to shed all the tears that had accumulated in his heart over the years.

He grabbed Wu Jinpeng's clothes with his little hand, grieving his face and trying to say anything, but when the voice came out of his mouth, it turned into a cry.

“Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, Daddy's with you.” Wu Jinpeng held Wu's voice and patted Wu's back gently.

Father and son leaned together, Chen Song relieved, rubbed his knees, and slowly walked out.

As he lifted the drapes, the black phone in his pocket suddenly shook, Chen Gong took out the phone's slide screen and tapped on the latest unread message.

“Two-ninths of the four-star trial mission has been completed, and you can no longer be cursed by sound. Lucky redneck, you don't have much time! ”

“Cursed by sound? Does that mean you can curse me by listening to me? It's a terrible ability, isn't it? ”

The curse in the impression of Chen Song requires the medium. If you want to curse a person, you need to get the other person's hair, nails, clothes worn, physical contact even if it is not helpful, etc. But the information on the black phone upsets the idea before Chen Song. Turns out that a plutonium can curse based on the sound as long as it hears the sound.

This ability is also revealed by black phones. The underworld can become the god of murder. His ability must be more than that. Even with red clothes around him now, Chen Song feels unsafe: “The other party has too many means, and it is no wonder that black phones say that after the birth of the underworld, I will definitely die. ”

Crying over the drapes woke up his brother sleeping in the living room, holding a broken fan and watching Chan Song with some fear.

At first, Chen Song didn't care, but he was staring at me for a long time. Chen Song felt a little wrong: “Why do you keep looking at me? Did you see something on me? ”

Hearing Chan Song's voice, Wu Jinpeng's brother grabbed the thin blanket and covered his head, as if he was about to cry.

Wu Kunbi, seven or eight years old, was treated like this by more than thirty adults, and Chen Gong was also a little uncomfortable.

“Are you afraid of me?” Chen Goo walked towards Wu Kun. Before he could get near him, Wu Kun trembled and stretched out his hands.

“Fans, fans...”

Wu Kun held a broken fan in his hands, half kneeling on the ground, and his body kept shaking.

“You're giving me the fan?” Chen Guo sat in front of Wu Kun, and when he was about to pick up the fan, he saw Wu Kun's injured hand.

“Something's wrong, why does he keep saying fans? What exactly is he trying to say? Nor did I see Wu Kun's presence in the world behind Wu Song's door. As his father's brother, Wu Song could not have had any impression of him. ”

Chen Guo returned the fan to Wu Kun. After a long time, Wu Kun slowly calmed down.

“What are you afraid of? ”

Without waiting for Wu Kun's answer, the cloth curtain was pulled open a few minutes later, and Wu Jinpeng turned off the light at Wu Sheng's bedside.

“Is Wu Voice better? ”

“The kid cried and fell asleep.” Wu Jinpeng also had some redness in his eyes, and he stood in front of Chen Gong: “Brother, my greatest wish in my life is to hope that Wu Sheng can be like a normal child, and I am ready to take care of him for the rest of my life... Thank you. ”

“Brother Peng, honestly, Wu Sheng was able to get back to normal because of you.” Chen Gong was going to hire Wu Jinpeng as his new employee, so he didn't hide much: “You can't believe what I'm going to say next, but don't tell anyone. ”

“Rest assured, I will never tell anyone. ”

“Behind that door is a world of despair, blood, strangeness and horror. When Wu Voice falls asleep, he dreams that he is locked up in that world. He is a young child who has to face all the ghosts alone.” Chen Song lowered his voice; “in order not to let himself collapse, he fantasized about you in his dreams, and you in your dreams, like you in real life, tried your best to protect him. It is also because of your presence that he did not lose himself and was devoured by the devil. ”

“The amount of information you said was a little big, so let me take a look.” After a moment of silence, Wu Jinpeng suddenly strangled himself severely: “Doesn't that mean that if I could enter the door sooner, Wu Sheng would suffer less? ”

“That door is not open to anyone, and ordinary people may never come back when they push it open.” When Chen Gong looked at Wu Jinpeng, his eyes slowly shrunk, and he used pubic eyes.

Looking at Chen Gong, Wu Jinpeng felt his back cold. He felt that Chen Gong's eyes were not at all like those of a living person.

“Are you scared? ”

“A little.” Wu Jinpeng nodded honestly. This handsome uncle sat in front of Chen Song by the rules, like a child.

“Actually, I lied to you before, and I told you that there was a child in my relatives' house who had the same symptoms as Wu Zheng to approach you.” Chen Gong dropped his backpack and sighed softly: “In fact, there are no relatives' children at all, the same child as Wu Sheng's symptoms - that is me. ”

“You?” Wu Jinpeng's face was incredible: “But you look normal? ”

“I was able to grow up healthy like a normal child because I had parents who loved me very much, and they walked behind a door for me.” Chen Song opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head: “The only difference is that they haven't come out of that door yet, and I can't find them. ”

“Is that why you're looking for the door? See if your parents are behind the door?” Wu Jinpeng's eyes are all red, he understands Chen Song very well: "Brother, if you don't dislike it, let me help you in the future! One more person, you are my benefactor and Wu Song's benefactor, I must repay this gratitude! ”

“No, I'm here to help Wu Zheng is selfish, I'm actually trying to see if there's any trace of my parents behind that door. ”

“Anyway, it's true that you saved Wu Sheng! Don't upset my conscience!” Wu Jinpeng was in a hurry.

“Well, I can't stand you.” Chen Gong raised his head again: “My real occupation is haunted house owner, haunted house, you know? In many ways, it's a haunted house. ”

“I liked to play when I was younger, I went there a lot.” Wu Jinpeng seems very interested.

“Brother Peng, where do you work during the day? How much is a month's salary? ”

“If you count overtime, it's about 4,000, but lately the economic environment has been poor, and we're cutting a lot of people on our side. ”

“Well, if you come to my haunted house and work, I'll give you a minimum wage of 4,000 and another bonus at the end of the month.” Chen Gong's ghost house workforce is seriously insufficient. Many times, one person has to work part-time, but Chen Gong can't help it. His ghost house situation is special, and every living worker must be 100% trustworthy.

“Too many, I am prepared to help you, instead you solved the work problem for me, I took advantage.” Wu Jinpeng shook his head and refused.

“After all, you have also seen the door, some things are more convenient to communicate with, and your personality is very good and will certainly be welcomed by colleagues.” Chen was very appreciative of Wu Jinpeng, the father who did not know how many adversities he had walked through, had a heart that understood love, and a strong soul.