My House of Horrors

All the puzzles behind this door can be solved as long as you can find it, and more importantly, seeing that he has taken the initiative to host a plug, that he and the plug have shared a body for a long time, and that he certainly knows more about the plug than anyone else.

As soon as he entered school, Chen Song started using pubic pupils, and he kept all the students' faces in his head, leaving no one alone.

The class bell rang and Chan Song was reluctant to enter the classroom.

“Heard you didn't come home that day? Running away?” Du Ming, a round-faced little fat man, handed over a note. Chen Song just glanced at it and rubbed it into a bunch. He had not been used to passing notes in classes with the elders since he grew up.

Fatty stretched his fist towards Chan Song, but Chan Song ignored him directly and looked down at the schedule posted on the table.

“The third lesson is English. Do I have to stay in the classroom the first two lessons? It's a waste of time. ”

Chen Quo gave himself a plan of action, and he looked at the clock on the wall after repeatedly thinking about all the details and vulnerabilities to make sure there were no mistakes.

“How come it's only been ten minutes? ”

The world behind the door is woven based on memory. Chen Song seriously doubts that this will happen because he has always had a hard time listening to classes before. He is always looking forward to leaving classes, so it often creates a feeling of year-to-year.

Cause and effect, that feeling is now becoming a reality in the world behind the door.

“Isn't it just one lesson and time flies by? ”

Lifting the backpack, Chen Gong wondered if he would piss off the teacher if he walked out directly.

“There's no need to get into a stalemate with the school, next time just find a reason to take time off. ”

With math lessons and English textbooks on Chen's singing table, he was already ready for the third lesson.

“Hello.” Duming came up with another note: “What club are you going to print? Neither of us have any friends, so simply report to the same association, and the usual activities have a good companion, so as not to be completely isolated. ”

“The club? ”

“Yesterday at school I saw some presidents advertise and some associations go to every class to propagate in order to rob people. ”

Chen Gong went to private high schools, and some systems are different from public high schools.

“Can the Advocacy Society go to every class?” Little Fatty didn't realize what he was saying made Chan Song think: “I can go to every class and check it out under the banner of the club. ”

“How about chess? You don't have to exercise, you just sit around and hang out. Isn't that perfect?” Du Ming and Chen Gong weren't on one channel at all, and they just kept talking.

Chen Guo rushed out of the classroom with his backpack.

“Class hours can't be wasted, like meeting people who don't have many friends, who shouldn't wander off and probably stay in the classroom. ”

Running all over the first and second floors, when he was about to go to the third floor, the class bell rang.

Nor did Chen Song care, so he continued to look for the figure he saw.

Students are no longer visible in the hallway. Chen Song, like the director of instruction, carries a bag, uses pubic eyes, and “floats” through the classroom windows.

“Stop! Which class are you in? ”

Chen Gong walked to the fourth floor and was stopped by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to be the teacher of the discipline, who had appeared with Zhang Ya before.

“I went to the bathroom. ”

“Take your bag to the bathroom? Did you miss class again?” A middle-aged man has a face on his board: “Wait, what's in your bag? Why is there another horn? You open it and let me see! ”

It doesn't matter if you're late for Chen Gong, but if you open your backpack, it's really not clear.

Women's high heels are nice to say that although they are bloody, expensive and sexy at first glance, they should still be acceptable to normal people.

How do you explain a shattered hammer? Defense? Hobbies? I don't know what to think.

“What are you staring at? Open it. Let me see!” The middle-aged man felt that there was a ghost in Chen Song's heart and wanted to grab Chen Song's backpack. Chen Song stared at the middle-aged man's thin forehead and considered whether to give him a hammer.

He has fought many times with all kinds of murderous and vicious gangsters, and Chen Song himself has a few unique insights into methods such as hiding and dumping corpses.

“With this hammer down, the campus youth inspiration drama is about to turn into a mystery banned film. ”

Though it was the world behind the door, Chan Song still had his own rules, and he didn't do it, but ran away with his legs.

Behind the door, the world chased Chen Song in red, and at this time he was chased around by an old man who thanked him.

“You can't do it, but maybe you're expecting me to do it, and they want to drag me step by step into the abyss. ”

The more I thought about it, the more likely it was, Chen Gong ran quickly, and the middle-aged teacher was also very healthy.

A familiar voice suddenly appeared in the corridor when he saw no escape.

“Chen Gong? Director Shi?” Zhang Ya, dressed in a suit, stood in front of the office, and she was amazed: “What are you doing? ”

“Teacher Zhang! Stop him! That's ridiculous!” The middle-aged man breathed heavily, covering his back, feeling nothing when he ran, a hot pain in his lungs after stopping.

“He wants to see my bag.” Chen Qingshun hid behind Zhang Ya: “I was just going to go to the bathroom, he had to stop me. ”

Middle-aged men also heard Chen Song's voice: "Come to school to learn! Is there something in your bag that has nothing to do with learning? Give it to me! ”

No one on either side gave in, and Zhang Ya stood in the middle of the show of difficulty: “Stop arguing first, Director Shi, you are discouraged, Chen Gong is naughty, but definitely not a bad child. ”

After she finished, she looked at Chan Song: “Go back to the classroom and take classes. ”

Zhang Ya was obviously helping Chen Qing, and Director Shi looked a little angry: “Don't go yet! What the hell is in your bag? Why do you run so fast when I tell you to? ”

Nor can you say that Director Shi was wrong, he was just harsh and probably wanted to be accountable to other students himself.

The atmosphere was heavy and Zhang Ya didn't know what to say. She asked Chan Song softly: "Did you secretly tell the teacher if there was anything in the bag that didn't fit well? ”

“Teacher Zhang! Don't bullshit him! Based on my years of teaching experience, this kid definitely has a cigarette in his bag. Search it, you'll find it!” Director Shi was angry and his sparse hair stood up.

“I don't have a cigarette! I don't smoke either!” Chan sings with grievances in his voice.

“Then why don't you show us?” Director Shi came this way, Zhang Ya also looked at Chen Song.

“Okay, I'll show you. I'll show you!” When Chen Gong finished pulling the backpack and pulling the lock, he took out the red high heels and held them in his arms: “When my mother left me, this was the last thought she left for me, I just wanted to bring her with me! ”

With his head down, Chan Song hugged the shoes and his voice was trembling: “I know it's weird to put a pair of shoes in a schoolbag, and I'm afraid of being treated like a monster, but I just want to be with her all the time, did I do something wrong?! ”

Teardrops slipped down his cheek, and Chen Gong shoved red high heels into his backpack, holding his bag and walking away.

Zhang Ya and Director Shi both stood where they were, and their faces were complicated, and nobody caught up.