My House of Horrors

At home and during the day, it was no different, and the room was filled with smells that only Chen Song could smell, with two bowls of chopsticks and already chilled meals on the table.

In order to further convince the nurse, Chen Guo presented his own collated information, which was included in the file at the police station.

“The police will be here tomorrow, and tonight I want to see a simple treatment, you can stand outside the door and watch, but please don't mess with it. ”

Chan Song has only four nights left, and we have to solve what we see tonight.

“Okay.” The nurse nodded, worried in her eyes: "Will the police come tomorrow and take the meeting away? His body couldn't stand the torment and I was afraid something would happen on the road. ”

“Don't worry, the police will definitely think better than you.” Chen Gong glanced over to the bedroom and the plates on the floor were not touched. He never came out of the house: “At midnight, when he fell asleep, the treatment began. ”

“Why so late?” Less than twenty-four hours after the meeting between the nurse and Chan Song, she doesn't think Chan Song would cheat on her, but it's impossible to have her believe in a stranger completely like this.

'Cause I can't treat him until he's asleep. ”Chen Gong also prepared a bottle of sleeping pills in his backpack to ensure a good night's sleep.

By 11: 30 p.m., Chan Ge borrowed the keys from the nurse, and he walked to the door and stopped.

“Don't you want to go in? ”

“You keep quiet.” Chen Gong pulled out the comic book from his backpack and secretly summoned Meng Nan. He let Meng enter the house to check it out. He was relieved when he received Meng Nan's prompt.

Yumei has fallen asleep, now just wait until 12: 00 PM.

Yumei is the only child who has ever taken the initiative to accept an abortion. He should be the best choice for an abortion. What Chen Song doesn't understand is that they eventually fell apart.

Square fish lack memory, other children lack smell, hearing, etc. and their defects can be seen at a glance, but they are different from each other.

The child is physiologically free of any defects, and he should have been deprived of something more important to a person, maybe an emotion, maybe humanity, maybe love.

At midnight, Chan opened the bedroom door and saw a thin blanket leaning against the corner of the wall.

He lowered his head and stood by his bed with a bloody red door.

The door was almost entirely occupied by blood silk, and a thick blood vessel poured on the door panel, looking as if it had life, and feeling more horrible than a real blood door.

“What is that?!” Nurse Yu shouted directly, and although her voice was small, she made a noise.

Chen Guo did not hesitate, he knew that when he woke up the door might disappear, decisively rushing past.

With his backpack, he pushed open the bloody door with many red coats.

The sticky blood wrapped itself like a foot in a blood pool, Chen Song couldn't breathe, his hands struggled desperately, and his body developed a strong sense of falling.

I couldn't open my eyes, and the sound of the pages flipping in the dark sounded like countless things climbing up his body.

He couldn't see what it was, as if it were frozen blood beads, and eventually it all came together behind him.

“Why did you come to me...”

A strange voice rang in his ear and Chan Song felt his hands holding his shoulder. The feeling of falling slowly disappeared and he opened his eyes violently.

“Who are you! ”

He shouted and was very quiet and had a strange vibe.

His eyes slowly became focused. Chen Gong looked around, and he found himself standing at the entrance to the equipment room of a school, behind him was the pure black iron door of the equipment room, surrounded by many students looking at him in surprise.

“School again?” Chen Gong frowned. He reached into his backpack and stared vigilantly at the students around him. As long as someone dared to attack him, he would respond immediately.

“Chen Gong, what are you doing?” There was a round face little fat man in the hallway holding his homework and staring at Chen Song silently: “People are a few minutes late, you are late directly to class, it's enough bull *. ”

“You know my name?” Chen Gong slowly discovered something wrong. He was very familiar with the corridor in front of him and the layout around him. This is where he used to go to school. The round-faced little fat guy is the math class representative of their class: “The school could be the same as seeing me go to the same school, how could classmates be the same? Isn't that the memory of seeing? It's my own memory? ”

Many of his passing classmates also made him feel strange and completely unimpressed.

Now the situation is a bit complicated, and Chen Song dares not carelessly.

He stood where he was, trying to call all the names in red, and only Xu Yan received a very faint response.

The world behind this door doesn't know why, it's stronger than the real world behind the door, it's very exclusive of all the red ghosts, they can't get out of the checklist, they can't even have the most basic communication.

“Something's wrong. ”

The world behind the door is so stable that it can hide a sleeping fiend.

“Wouldn't I be so lucky? Nine doors in total, and I just got into the fifth, and I found the tire?” Chen Gong is in a difficult mood to describe, he is happy and worried: “I knew to convince the sons of the tunnel ghosts and the living coffin village to throw in the red clothes. ”

The class bell rang, and the students returned to their classrooms. Only Chen Song was still standing still.

“Aren't you going to class? I heard there's a new teacher here today. Are you gonna give her a ride off Marvel?” The round-faced little fat man had a broken mouth, but he was a good man. In Chen Song's impression, this little fat man, though not a friend, borrowed him to copy his homework.

“I'll be right back.” Chen Gong dared not relax at all, and he returned to the classroom with his backpack.

Looking at the familiar scene, Chen Gong's memories were awakened: “This is my freshman classroom. ”

Sitting in his seat, Chen Gong looked out the window.

The sky is cloudy, there is no sunshine, the school is small and surrounded by an old building.

“Lywan Town? ”

Looking out the window, Chan Song found the scene behind the door very large, and more importantly, all the buildings seemed to be woven according to his own memory.

“Why is this happening? Shouldn't the world behind the door be the experience of a doorman? Is this a trap for an underworld?” Chen Gong held his hands tight and his brain ran fast, thinking about everything possible.

“Teacher Li is on maternity leave, this is your new English teacher, everyone is very welcome.” A middle-aged man's voice came from the front door of the classroom, followed by footsteps, and a young woman in a black suit came to the podium.

Long black hair over her shoulders, she wears very light makeup, understated, and smiles very affectionately, like a gentle breeze.

“Good morning everyone, I am your new English teacher, my name is Zhang Ya...”

After the teacher said something, he couldn't remember Chan Song. He stopped when he heard the name.

Looking up at the podium a little bit, Chen Song didn't know how to get up from his seat.