My House of Horrors

"Is the murderer that rag doll again? Did everyone in this building be killed by that rag doll?" Wen Qing also saw the content on the yellow paper: "Why did that monster do this?"

"Why?" Chen Ge turned his head and stared at Wen Qing's eyes. He thought for a moment, but still didn't tell the matter between Ming Ti and Xiang Nuan.

Wen Qing didn't know that the monster in her mouth was actually related to Xiang Nuan.

As the three of them stood by the bed and communicated, changes slowly began to appear in the bedroom.

The figure that appeared on the bed sheet was slowly sinking downward, as if someone was lying on the bed.

The stain was moving, and a child's handprint appeared on the bed sheet, which was a little closer to Wen Qing along the bed sheet.

Chen Ge and the three of them are standing by the bed, but the handprints have a soft spot for Wen Qing.

"Don't move."

The handprints finally stopped in front of Wen Qing, the room was quiet and scary, everyone held their breath.

"I feel like there is someone standing in front of me." Ten seconds later, Wen Qing said, her eyes were full of horror: "Really, something is standing in front of me!"

Taking out the Skull Smasher, Chen Ge stared at the bed sheet in front of Wen Qing, the child's palm print staying in place.

"what!"

Without warning, Wen Qing screamed suddenly, and she slammed back and hit the wall.

At the same time, the child's handprints on the bed sheet began to move again, quickly crawling towards the window.

"Someone touched my face just now, its hands are very cold!" Wen Qing's expression didn't seem to be lying.

"Can you feel its existence?" Chen Ge used the negative pupil, but it was nothing. He did not expect Wen Qing to perceive the other party.

"Yes, I can't see, hear, nor smell any strange smell, but I just feel like there is a person standing in front of me!" Few people have experienced this kind of terrifying experience. Frightened: "You can't even feel it? Why did it stare at me? Does it treat me as its mother? Just like the two women who were killed?"

"You are unique to it." Chen Ge didn't know whether to tell Wen Qing about the fetus: "Since you left Building A of Jinhua Community, you have been seeing and perceiving strange things. Including the human head floating in the black mist, and the owner of the child's handprint just now..."

"Xiao Sun also saw it before. Didn't he say that there is someone behind our team?" Wen Qing slowly calmed down, and she gently touched her face, covering the place that felt strange just now.

"He is the tenant inside the door. It is normal to see weird things. You are from outside the door, but you see far more than he and I see. This is a bit strange." Chen Ge is not suspicious. Wen Qing did something bad. He just kept thinking about one question. Why is there no Wen Qing in the world behind Xiang Nuan's door?

The world behind the door is woven from the memory of the person pushing the door. This weaving process is not within the control of the person pushing the door. The deeper the memory, the easier it is to appear.

All the neighbors in Jinhua Community showed up, and Wen Qing, as Xiang Nuan's mother, had no reason not to appear in the door world.

Did Xiang Nuan send Wen Qing inside the door to outside?Or is it that in order to achieve their own goals, Hadith killed or controlled Wen Qing inside the door?

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Qing asked Chen Ge when she saw that Chen Ge hadn't spoken for a long time. The only thing she believed was Chen Ge.

"If one day, you find that your child is actually completely different from what you imagined, would you still love him?" Chen Ge said pointedly.

"Of course, no matter what he becomes, he is my child." Wen Qing said categorically without hesitation.

"Even if he becomes the monster you just feared?" When Chen Ge said this, he had been looking at Wen Qing and noticing the change in Wen Qing's expression.

"Even if he becomes a monster, that won't change the fact that he is my child." Wen Qing was a little confused: "Why do you keep asking strange questions? Do you suspect that Xiang Nuan is the monster in the building? Impossible! You haven't been in contact with him, in fact, he is really a very good child."

"Well, I believe he is a very good child." Chen Ge saw the first memory of Ming Ti in the world of Fangyu. In the horror house in the western suburbs, after the young Chen Ge went to bed and fell asleep, a shadow People play with toys in the house, it feels distressing to be so lonely.

The shadow was pure at first, but after leaving Chen Ge, it completely changed.

Chen Ge's shadow is dead, and there is a ghost called Haunting in the world.

"Let's go to the next room. Find the stump of the doll earlier, it will be of great help to the next escape." Chen Ge did not refute Wen Qing's words, he did not want to dwell too much on this issue.

"Don't change the subject suddenly! What do you mean by that question?" Wen Qing chased Chen Ge, and the two stopped as soon as they walked out of the bedroom.

The incense burners placed in the four corners of the living room were all overturned, the copper basin was also lifted, and the ashes of paper money were thrown everywhere.

"Someone has come in, and it followed us."

"I think it is more likely to be a ghost. Let's leave this building as soon as possible."

Chen Ge didn't speak. He walked through the living room and looked out the corridor. There were a lot of bloody handprints on the wall, and the monster was crawling back and forth in the corridor.

"What appeared on the bed just now was a child's handprint, and there was a bloody handprint on the outside. These are two different ghosts? Are there two child ghosts in the building? Or is there a child ghost in every household?"

The Jiuhong community behind the door is full of dead people. They are the aboriginal people behind this door. The exact number is estimated to be clear to the dead.

The bloody handprint lingered on the third floor, and finally ran to the fourth floor, as if it was playing hide and seek with Chen Ge.

"Do you want to chase it?" Xiao Sun grimaced, he was really scared.

Chen Ge replied to Xiao Sun with action, his eyes were fixed on the bloody handprints, and he walked towards the fourth floor.

In the corridor leading from the third floor to the fourth floor, there are a lot of torn apart toys and a large number of corpses of insects. Most of those insects, Chen Ge, cannot be named because they are too broken.

Paper money stuck to the sole of the shoe, the air was dull, and the sound of something rolling on the ground could be faintly heard in my ears.

The three of them came to the fourth floor. This floor was not much different from the previous ones, but it looked more dilapidated.

The Daofu posted on the corridor wall was torn off in half, and the more important thing was the bowl of rice on the ground.

The white rice outside the door on the fourth floor was eaten, chopsticks were randomly inserted into the bowl, and rice grains were scattered everywhere.

"Someone really eats this thing."

"The rice in the bowl is used to feed the ghosts. The rice here has been eaten, indicating that there may be a lot of ghosts in this layer." Chen Ge stared at the bloody handprints, and the handprints disappeared in the innermost room on the fourth floor: " If there is an emergency, you two must not run around. It is safest to follow me."

After the explanation, Chen Ge walked to the deepest room on the fourth floor-Room 404.

The white rice at the door of this room was almost finished, and only some moldy rice grains remained in the bowl.

Grasping the door handle, the door was opened before Chen Ge tried hard.

"No lock?"

He slowly opened the door and stopped halfway through.

In the living room sits a child wearing a red dress, with her back to the door, facing the window, and a white cloth tied around her body.

"Red clothes?" Chen Ge is very sensitive to red. When he saw the red skirt, he immediately stopped.

Before the employee wakes up, he has no qualifications to go head-to-head with red clothes.

"What is the red shirt?" Xiao Sun put his hand on Chen Ge's shoulder: "Why is the flesh on your shoulder frozen?"

"Shut up." Chen Ge stood at the door for a while, and he realized that he was thinking too much. It was not a red dress, but a "girl" in a red dress.

Entering the room, Chen Ge looked around. There were bloody handprints everywhere in this room. When he raised his head, the roof was covered with red fingerprints, as if the monster would crawl around in the room at night.

"Can I not go in?" Xiaosun was a little bit reluctant, and Wen Qing didn't want to go in too much. This room was indeed too scary for ordinary people.

"Follow me is the safest. Did you two forget the ghosts in the 204 wardrobe? They stare at us all the time. As long as we separate, they will immediately attack us and leave us here forever." Chen Ge took out the pieces. Skull Hammer, slowly approaching the girl with her back to the door.

He didn't feel any breath in the girl. The other party was neither a living person nor a red dress, just like a work of art.

When he walked to the girl, Chen Ge's expression became solemn, and he didn't know how to describe the girl.

It is no different from ordinary people, but it seems to have lost its soul and turned into an empty shell.

The girl’s body was fixed on the chair by a white cloth strip, her head leaning slantingly against the back of the chair, with bloody rice grains remaining at the corners of her mouth, her eyes widened, but there was no expression in her eyes, like two black ones. Lacquered hole.

"What's your name?" Chen Ge tried to talk to the girl, but the other party did not respond. Compared with ordinary people, she is more like a rag doll made of living people, but this rag doll is better than a dead baby. That doll of is too cute.

"This child is a resident of Jiuhong Community?" Wen Qing also walked over: "Can you untie the rope for her? She might know something."

"Let's see if there are other clues in the house, and it is not too late to make a decision after confirming that there is no danger." Chen Ge found nothing in the girl, and he began to search inside the house again.

This room is very shabby, with simple furnishings and poor environment. It is not as good as rooms 301 and 204 that Chen Ge has visited before.

"Why are there bloody handprints everywhere in this room? Hades must have encountered something in this room."

Looking across the room, Chen Ge gradually discovered some problems.

Room 404 is the only room that doesn't even have a sofa. The owner clinks poorly. There are few pieces of furniture, and most of them are inferior obsolete goods.

They can't even guarantee their basic life, but there are a large number of toys in the house, of all kinds and of various kinds.

"There isn't even a fan in this house, so the owner is willing to buy so many toys for his children?"

Pushing open the bedroom door, a pair of crutches slid down from behind the door and hit Chen Ge's shoe.

Picking up the crutches, Chen Ge saw a family portrait on the desk.

A man with only one leg was holding his son, a woman carefully guarding his son, and a little girl standing on the other side of the man's body.

In the photo, only the girl's face is normal, and the faces of the remaining three people are all nicks, as if they were dug out with nails.

"Why are the pictures of the girl's face not scratched in a family of four?" Chen Ge picked up the photo, and he saw a sentence written on the back of the photo-I am your family.

"This handwriting is similar to the name engraved on the chest of the clay sculpture. It should be from the hands of the womb."

Putting down the family portrait, Chen Ge opened the desk drawer. He did not expect that the drawer was filled with various photos, and the back of each photo still had the date and slanted text.

Chen Ge arranged the photos according to date. The first photo was taken more than ten years ago, that is, not long after the shadow left Chen Ge.

There is only a girl in the photo. She looks cute, but she wears almost like a boy.

This photo was taken at the corridor of the community. When it was getting dark, the girl ran into the corridor holding a tattered sandbag.

The second photo was taken a few days later. The girl is still like a tomboy. She is standing next to the garbage dump, holding a broken rag doll in both hands.

In the third photo, the girl stood aggrieved outside Room 404, the doll was thrown in the corridor, and the girl's parents were reprimanding her.

In the fourth photo, the girl is hiding under the shade of the tree with toys and dolls she has never played with before. She smiles happily. The carefree smile is like a spring breeze that can heal all the scars. .

In the fifth photo, the younger brother snatched the girl’s toy. The mother seemed to be questioning the girl, and kept nodding her head. The father, who was missing one leg, was holding a broom with a hideous expression. They seemed to suspect that the girl had stolen it. Family money, and then went to buy toys.

In the sixth photo, the younger brother is sitting in the toy pile, the girl is leaning against the door, and half of the doll's face is exposed behind the door.

The first few photos are normal, but starting from the seventh photo, everything has changed.

Various wounds began to appear on the younger brother's body. The parents were helpless, and they vented their anger on the girl in a hurry. Perhaps in their opinion, the girl did not take good care of the younger brother, or perhaps the injuries were caused by the girl.

The next photos were more cruel, until the eleventh photo, a doll held her brother's head and pushed him to the window, the girl yelled and stopped the doll.

In the twelfth photo, the younger brother hid behind his parents and cried and made trouble. The girl was punished to stand at the door. She was dragging the rag doll with her hands hidden behind him.

In the thirteenth photo, the ragdoll was thrown into the garbage again. It looked no different from other garbage, except that when the heavy rain fell on its face made of different skins, it looked like one. The tearful child.