My House of Horrors

Looking at the two people in the house, she was very big.

In such a strange and horrible place, Chen Gong and Master Huang did not have any unusual behavior. She also did not know whether she had never seen the market before, it was too frightening, or whether the cognitive level of the two had completely exceeded the scope of normal people.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing finally walked into the house, and she didn't dare to sit down, just standing behind Chan Sing.

Master Huang sat paralyzed on the sofa. He didn't seem to care about Chan Song at all. He slowly closed his eyes. His body seemed to grow with the sofa and grew up with him in the true sense.

Nobody bothered, and Chan Song took this rare opportunity to measure the surroundings.

Unlike other rooms, this room is much smaller than normal, the kitchen and bathroom are together, with only one bedroom and living room.

“This room is one less bedroom and kitchen size compared to the Weatherhouse. ”

Chen Guo suspected that the smell originated in the missing room. He sat on the sofa for a while, and took the time to study the blood silk on the sofa.

Strangely enough, when Chan Gong sat on the sofa, the blood silk was just ornaments, but when Master Huang sat on the sofa, the blood silk came alive like a little snake, crawling on the skin of a sofa full of stains, looking extremely stubborn.

“The blood silk hidden under the stain in the house can recognize Master Huang, and they only reveal another appearance in front of Master Huang. ”

Chan didn't really understand the relationship between Blood Silk and Master Huang. He wanted to try to ask Master Huang, but Master Huang seemed to be asleep. The wrinkles on his face were wrinkled tightly together. He didn't say a word. His body was deeply trapped in the couch.

“Chan Gong, Master Huang may not be able to help us like this.” Wen Qing was a little upset. Before she came, she had great hopes for Master Huang. Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

“You told me before that Master Huang's house was rented to him by his boss, right? ”

“Well, what's the matter? ”

“So who did you and he move into the neighborhood first?” Chen Song asked the next question.

“Master Huang had lived here for some time when I moved here with Xiangwarm. His boss was also nice, knowing that Master Huang had nowhere to go, he rented the house to him at a very low price. ”

“Master Huang was injured at work. Do you know how much his boss paid him at the time? ”

“I'm not sure about that. After all, it's Master Huang's personal business.” Wen Qing doesn't understand why Chen Gong asked.

“So the only room in the room, unlike the rest of the room, is missing a kitchen and bedroom area...” Chen Gong walked around the house, his hand sliding on the wallhide, and finally parked next to the wall next to the master bedroom: “According to your architectural layout, there should be a door here that leads to the other bedroom. ”

The fingertips pulled the wallhide, leaving some black and red stains on the nails: “The surface was painted with a layer of white paint, and it was filled with this kind of black and red filth. ”

The main reason why Chen Gong found this place was because of the smell, which only he seemed to smell alone.

Ever since he entered Master Huang's room, he has been searching for the source of the smell, but he hasn't found it. After carefully discerning it, he came to the most smelly place.

“The stench penetrates through the walls. ”

Chen Gong glanced back and Master Huang still shrunk in the sofa. It seemed that whatever he did, Master Huang would not wake up.

“There's a hidden room here, where the smell in Grandpa's room comes from.” The fingers keep pulling, the walls are damp and soft, there are no bricks and cement in the walls, just that kind of black and red unknown thing.

Chen Guo's half finger has not entered the wallskin, and the touch from his fingertips gradually changed, like touching a thin wall of blood vessels.

Take your fingers back, Chan Sing uses pubic eyes and looks into the small hole.

The walls are intricately vascular-like, and between those “vascular” gaps, Chan Song also sees an eye.

“Over the wall are the bodies?” Unpacking the backpack, Chen Gormer removed the crushed hammer from the bag.

“What do you want?! ”

“Break it through. ”

“We've only been in here less than five minutes and the owner is still asleep. ”

“So now is the best time to do it. ”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Wen Qingqing thought that Chen Gong was too irrational. Doing so would definitely offend Master Huang, plainly adding an enemy.

While they were talking, Master Huang, caught in the couch, seemed to have regained some strength, and he struggled to look back: “Are you guys still here? ”

When Master Huang woke up, Chen Gong stuffed the broken hammer in his backpack without a trace: "Sir, you rent this house, right? ”

“Well, the house owners don't live here, and I'm staying here to help them look after their home, which is kind of giving me a place to stay.” Master Huang's tone of speech has not changed since then. He seems to be speaking in the same way no matter what happens, and never changes.

“Got it." Chan nodded.

“If nothing happens, I won't leave you. I want to go to the bedroom to rest.” Master Huang slowly stood up and all the blood vessels on the sofa were back to normal. All the strange things were as if they had never happened.

Shaking his body, Master Huang walked to the bedroom and coughed a few times, seemingly because he was too weak, his hands held the door frame, and one finger gently tapped the wallskin next to the bedroom door a few times.

“When you leave, help me close the door. I've been getting tired lately. What can you ask the landlord if he lives on the top floor? However, the host is not very temperamental, so be careful when you ask.” Master Huang, whose tone of speech has never changed, at the end of the day, his voice slightly increased, and he seems to be emphasizing the two words of caution.

“Then we'll leave you alone. If you have any clues, or if you see the kid, you can always contact us and we'll be right here. ”

Chen Qing dragged Wen Qing away from Master Huang's house and helped Master Huang close the door when he left.

“I found that you really wanted to make a move, just now you were going to smash the wall, and now you say you're leaving. We can't wait to find Master Huang, at least you should ask him something.” It's a shame to say, “He's been living here. He knows more about some of the secrets of the neighborhood than I do. You've wasted such a good opportunity. Why did you suddenly smash the wall? I think Master Huang was scared by you. ”

“You only see the first floor.” Chen Gong didn't say anything. He swept Granny Li back. He and Wen Qingqing had just entered Master Huang's house and had been following their Granny Li without daring to go in. He just guarded outside the door.

“Why don't we ask Master Huang again? ”

“No need.” Some things Chen Song could not say directly, he found that Master Huang did not want to help them, but did not dare to help them directly.

When I first met Master Huang, Chen Qing and Wen Qing were both startled by Master Huang's appearance. Frankly, Master Huang looked terrible, and his face was full of bite marks. He didn't want to come near it when people saw it.

At that time, Chen Song began to wonder whether Master Huang inside the door was different from outside the door. This old man actually had a dark and terrible side.

The horrible looks, coupled with the stench of the nostrils in the house, make this inference normal, but then he gradually finds out that this is not the case.

When he offered to go into Master Huang's house to check it out, Master Huang resolutely said yes. Although his speech was slow, he could not hear a single rejection from his tone of voice, as if Master Huang also wanted someone to come into his house to be a guest.

What's there to see in a smelly, weird, messy, solitary old man?

After entering the house, Master Huang said his performance was normal and normal, but always made Chen Song feel a little strange.

Master Huang closed his eyes directly on the couch and didn't care what the two strangers at home would do.

This made Chen Song misunderstand, and he felt that Master Huang was deliberately indulging them to observe his home.

Chan also did see the problem, and he noticed that the house was not built in the right size and that there might be two hidden rooms in the house.

After that, when Chen Song was about to smash the wall to verify, Master Huang woke up “just in time". Although he didn't say a word, he could indeed be seen as having stopped Chen Song.

If he hadn't woken up, Chan might have smashed the wall.

On the surface of this move, Master Huang may be worried about the secret disclosure of the house, but then he thought deeply, why not try to protect Chen Gong and Wen Qing from tearing their faces apart prematurely and the residents of the building?

Later, a small detail of Master Huang also allowed Chan Song to determine his speculation. When Master Huang walked behind the bedroom door, his fingers gently tapped the wall leather next to him. His fingers were on the same horizon as the hole that Chen Song had buttoned out.

Master Huang may want to tell Chen Gong this way. Chen Gong guessed correctly. There is something inside the wall.

He cannot and dares not say that this is the only way to remind Chen Song.

“Master Huang should be a good man. How can a good man survive in the door? What did he survive on? ”

Chen Guo suddenly remembered what he had said before, and after his work injury, Master Huang found himself another job to go to the morgue to see the body and clean it up.

“Is that wall full of corpses? Master Huang is a corpse guard? ”

Master Huang's last sentence mentions the landlord, but also focuses on keeping them careful, linking them to think, and Chan Sing's eyes slowly widened.

“Has Master Huang been guarding the body for the landlord? ”

Chen Gong himself was surprised by the conclusion he reached. He didn't dare to tell anyone about it, and kept it in his heart.

“In that light, the most dangerous person in the building is probably the landlord, and perhaps the entire tragedy of the building is related to the landlord. ”

There were so many horrible things going on in his building, and the landlord must have been one of the ones who knew, but he didn't come out to stop it.

“Perhaps the real landlord is dead, and there's a family of landlords buried behind the wall. ”

Hold on to the backpack, Chen Guoxin has a plan: “Wen Qing, we go to the landlord now, he has the keys to go out, and he should know best whether to leave the building or not. ”

“Okay.”

Wen Qing doesn't know what Chen Song really thinks. In fact, Chen Song is now ready to attack the landlord. The landlord doesn't know that he and Wen Qing exist yet. He can make a surprise attack, with the highest success rate.

After the discussion, Chen Gong and Wen Qingqing were about to enter the hallway, and a sudden scream came from upstairs.

“What's going on? ”

“Don't worry, we have to keep ourselves safe first. ”

Not only did Chen Song and Wen Qing hear that voice, but many tenants also heard it.

In the wake of the screaming, the sound of burglar doors being opened continued to be heard in the small building, as if many people were walking out of their homes.

“It sounded like it was coming from the fifth floor. ”

Chen Qing, Wen Qing, and Granny Li slowly walked upstairs. When they walked to the third floor, they saw the middle-aged man with the women's underwear in his house walking out of the house.

Simply say hello and a few people go up together.

“How did he get out of the house? He doesn't seem like that kind of enthusiast. ”

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Chen Guo discovered that many people had arrived in the corridor, including college grandchildren, Aunt Ding, etc.

Five or six people were around the door of room 504, whispering, not knowing what was being discussed.

“What happened?” Chen Gong asked Xiao Sun softly.

“Someone's been killed! 504!” My grandson was pale, and it seemed like the first time he had encountered something like this.

“Murder?” Chen Gong looked at 504 miles, the living room was filled with blood, and the walls were filled with horror patterns drawn with blood.

All the furniture was splattered with blood, and a girl was sitting in a bloodbath holding the body of a middle-aged man and crying.

“The scream was from the girl? ”

“I just got here, too.” Sun puts his hands in front of his face and watches from his fingers.

Wen Qing also wanted to see it, but was stopped by Chen Song: “Someone died, there was blood everywhere, you see before you get ready. ”

Just listening to Chen Song, the weather is a little unbearable: "It has nothing to do with warmth, right? ”

“No, the deceased was a middle-aged man. ”

“Then I won't look. ”

“Wait, don't talk nonsense. Something's wrong.” Chen Gong lowered his voice: “The railway door was locked and the key was in the owner's hand. If the killer was not the owner, he would still be in the building, possibly by our side. ”

Wen Qing understood what Chen Song meant, and was very careful to stand with Chen Song.

“The residents of the building had their own rules, and the death of this middle-aged man shocked all the neighbors, unlike the tenants of the building. If the tenants in the building are excluded, those who dare to blatantly violate the rules in the building, other than the landlord, should be outsiders. ”

Thinking about it, Chen Gong looked at the blood-drawn patterns in the house, and he found that most of them were related to the curse, and he had seen similar paintings in the town of Lywan and the old town.