My House of Horrors

“That classmate, hello! Why are you standing there? Sit down!” The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Song, but Chen Song did not respond. He coughed twice more. Chen Song returned to God and hurried back to his seat.

“Dude, what do you want?” The round-faced little fat man asked Chen Song secretly, but Chen Song didn't say a word. His eyes kept staring at Zhang Ya on the podium.

“Xicheng Private College was closed six years ago, Zhang Ya died one year before the school closed. If it hadn't been for that, she'd be like this by now at 25. ”

Being stared at by Chan Song, the teacher on the stage smiled at him and then looked at the other classmates.

After taking a deep breath, Chan Song forced himself to calm down. He hid his back under the table and secretly opened it and examined the contents.

Nothing else changed, except that Zhang Ya's bedtime story book “ran” out of the mezzanine and pressed against everything.

The middle-aged man left and Zhang Ya began her first class, while Chen Song sitting beside the wall quietly opened Zhang Ya's story book.

There was a page of blank paper on the bloody red cover, and all the bloody horror stories were gone, as if words written in blood had never appeared.

“When entering the world behind the square fish door, all the words in the story book seemed to disappear, what was the real purpose of the book? Why does every time you enter the world behind the door, all the blood on the book disappear? Where did they go? ”

“When I just pushed the door open, I felt like I was falling into a sea of blood, almost choking to death, and luckily a pair of hands grabbed me. ”

“I remember there was also a strange man's voice, as if to ask me why I had come in to find him. Did the owner of this voice meet? ”

Chen Gong's head was a little confused. He lay on the desk, pillowing on the ordinary man to death, and even the red clothes were afraid of the story book.

“I'm going to sort things out. The world behind this door is too special, and the odds of the underworld hiding here are very high. ”

Picking up the pen on the table, Chen Gong wrote on a blank note: "School and buildings outside the school are scenes in my memory, and so far, there are two people around me who are only in my memory. I don't remember most of the rest of the students. It was also the first time I saw the middle-aged man with Zhang Ya, and it turns out that the general framework of the world is woven based on my memory, but it also contains the memory of another person. ”

The memories of different people are interwoven into a common world, as Chen Song has seen before, which is psychic ghost school.

Originally a ghost school with a normal samsung scene, it continuously absorbs students' memories, continuously integrates scenes, and eventually turns into four stars.

The difference between the world behind the door and the Psychic Ghost School is that there is no sense of such shady repression here. If Chen Song didn't remember clearly that he pushed the door open, he would have thought it was somewhere outside the door.

Everything is too real to be true.

“I seem to have overlooked something important, now I know too few clues, I can only revolve around Zhang Ya and the mathematics class representative...” Chen Gong is carefully listing the known information in his notebook, preparing for the next plan, suddenly found the classroom quiet, all the students seemed to be looking at themselves.

Slowly lowered his hand holding his head, Chan Sing looked to his side and his nose smelled faint.

“Listen to the lessons.” Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Song and gently tapped Chen Song with the book in his hand. After that, she left.

Looking at Zhang Ya's back, Chen Song touched the place just knocked by Zhang Ya. The woman in front of him coincided with that woman in his head. Suddenly he had a feeling in his heart that he couldn't tell.

One lesson soon passed, and Chen Gong did nothing but look at the teacher: “If I really had Zhang Yadang in high school, my college entrance exam score would be estimated to be another 100%. ”

“You can pull it down. The class is over. You didn't even get the textbook out.” Round Face Little Fatty Covers His Face: “Wake up, big brother, stop dreaming and learn from time to time. ”

“You don't understand, I'm not the one who really dreams.” Chen Guo left the seat with his backpack and went straight out. He knew that shouting the teacher's name in the hallway was not good, and went to the new teacher: “Zhang Ya? ”

When he heard the voice, Zhang Ya stunned for a moment and smiled at Chen Song: “You want to call me teacher, what is it? ”

“You really don't remember me?” Chen Gong wants to test that the world behind the door is formed from the memory of the pusher, and those who are formed from the memory will certainly remember the pusher.

“I remember you.” Zhang Ya looked seriously at Chen Song and suddenly his expression changed: “You are the guy who painted in my class. ”

“Painting?” Chan Sing looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he was like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Perhaps he really forgot: “I was writing something. ”

Removing the story book from the backpack, Chan Song flipped in front of Zhang Ya: “Do you remember? ”

“Is this the outline of your novel?” Zhang Ya was somewhat surprised.

“Why are you writing a novel again?” Whatever Chen Gong said, Zhang Ya just treated him as an interesting big boy with a smile on his face.

“Go back to class and write a novel. I support this interest, but it doesn't affect learning. ”

Zhang Ya in front of her faded green, mature and tender, making people want to get close.

“You really think of me as a child.” Chen Gong helplessly retrieved the story book.

“Isn't that right?” Wearing a suit dress, Zhang Ya, who looked very steady, accidentally gave a very cute look.

“You're the teacher. I'm going back to class.” Chen Gong walked toward the classroom with his backpack. Halfway through, he looked back and Zhang Ya went into the office alone: “Turns out Zhang Ya smiled like this, completely different from usual, a bit of a violation of the rules. ”

After a glance at his shadow, Chan Sing sighed softly: “I finally encountered an opportunity to bully Zhang Ya. I didn't know she was still a teacher. It was too difficult for me. ”

Back in the classroom, Chen Song didn't listen at all, and he used his pubic pupils to observe the town outside from his seat.

This is indeed the town of Lywan, but unlike the maddening Lywan in memory, the folk style is simple, everyone lives happily ever after, let alone the plutocracy, he doesn't even sense a slight negative emotion.

“Is this place like a psychic school, where day and night are two extremes? ”

“The student by the window asked you to answer the question on the blackboard.” There was a male teacher on the podium.

Chan also respected each other, stood up and glanced at the blackboard and shouted, “I won't. ”