My House of Horrors

"Someone?"

Chen Ge said nothing, grabbed the tool hammer and rushed over, he is not ready to give the other party a chance to respond.

"Come out!" The smashing door is locked, and his whereabouts have been exposed, so he no longer cares so much.

One person and one cat ran to the corner of the stairs, and the corridor was dark and there was nothing.

"Where are you going?"

In the haunted house, Chen Ge has tested the white cat. This cat is particularly sensitive to certain things and will hardly make mistakes.

"White cats don't have fried hair, they just show offensiveness. The danger of that thing should not be comparable to that of Shuyang Middle School." The white cat blew twice in Chenge's haunted house, once when he entered Shuyang Middle School. When the **** door of the bathroom appeared, according to the reaction of the white cat, Chen Song roughly judged the strength of the monster.

"The most important thing now is that it is not clear whether the thing is a person or a ghost."

Back to the nurse station, Chen Ge directly opened the partition with a hammer and opened the entire floor.

The scene in front of me was a bit stunned. The board was nailed with thin-brimmed hair. If the board was turned back, the end of the hair would fall down and look tremble.

"Why did the man nail his hair on the board? Is this his special hobby?"

All hair is tied with thin threads, some are soft and soft, black and shiny, at first glance it is often maintained, it is estimated to be shaved from the head of a young girl; others are fluffy forks, almost all white It is obviously belonging to an old man.

Chen Song separates the hair by length and they belong to four different people.

"At least one of these four people is alive." Chen Song looked at the two large iron cages in the nurse's station and gradually understood the use of the iron cage: "It's a madman."

He put the plank aside and squatted under the counter again. This time he saw the writing on the board - I will return all the things you have done to me.

The word is very small, and there are some intermittent sentences that are completely unsmooth. It feels like a person who wrote half of it, suddenly went crazy and started talking nonsense.

"When some mental patients are emotionally excited, they will say something to the air who can't understand. When ordinary people say their dreams, this will happen." Chen Ge tried to interpret, but he did not know the other side. What to express.

Looking at the words on the wooden board, Chen Ge only felt that the back was cold. There were countless similar words on the fence outside the mental hospital. Every sentence contained a name. What is even more terrifying is that the writings are all different. Obviously not from the same person.

Occasionally, a patient shows that this situation is understandable, but when everyone has such symptoms, the concept is completely different.

"It seems that the patients in this hospital have great grievances." Chen Ge took out the mobile phone, took the words in the counter, and tied the **** to the back of the backpack: "The more people, the easier it is to leave flaws, I Let's go to the second hospital."

Chen Ge turned out of the nurse's desk. He took a bag of salt from his backpack, tore a small mouth, and sprinkled a few lines near the nurse station.

He did this not to exorcise evil, but to seize the hidden madman.

Holding a salt bag in his hand, Chen Song came to the corridor between the first and second ill buildings. When he was about to enter the second ward, the white cat suddenly jumped onto the window sill and scratched the glass on the window of the gallery.

"Be careful, don't fall." Chen Song stood at the window, surrounded by the jungle, and could not see any lights at first glance.

"Who can think of such a building in the wilderness?" Chen Ge did not find anything unusual, but the white cat squatted in the window and screamed.

"Is there a problem outside the window? On top of my head?" Out of trust in the white cat, Chen Song opened the window and looked upstairs.

Just above him, on the third floor of the gallery window, there is a slightly deformed face looking down.

Carrying the light, when the person heard the sound of Chen Song opening the window, he immediately ducked backwards, and his window disappeared without disappearing.

"That face..." Chen Ge did not expect the other party to be on top of his head. The two sides probably only looked at it for less than a second. He didn't have time to look at it. He just thought that the face of the face was a little deformed. Not quite the same as normal people, but the specifics are different, he can't say it at one time.

Without swaying, Chen Song listened carefully, but there was no footsteps on the corridor, and it was impossible to judge which direction the other party was running.

"I always feel that there is some asymmetry on both sides of the face. It should be a person."

Chen Ge clenched the tool hammer into the second ward. He thought that the first ill and the second ward were similar, but when he actually entered the second ward, he found that the layout of the two wards was completely different.

The second ward is much more empty than the first ward, and there are no crowded beds in the corridor. Among the single rooms, in addition to the most basic single beds, tables, chairs and lamps are added.

“The environment is much better than the first ridge.” Chen Song casually sprinkled a handful of salt at the entrance to the gallery and entered the first room closest to him.

The bed was opened, the cotton quilt in the quilt was thrown into the ground, the chamber pot and the tableware were put together, and there were many words on the wall that were dug out with nails.

"It is not easy to take care of such patients every day, nurses and carers in mental hospitals." Chen Ge exited the room and continued on.

The second ward has a wide variety of wards, special drainage rooms, recreation rooms, chess rooms, and shower rooms. Chen Ge even saw a small hall built on the stage at the end of the corridor, but the layout of the house. A bit strange.

This small hall does not seem to be used for parties and evening parties. The windows are sealed with wooden boards and special thickened curtains are hung. All the decorations are not black or white, which is very oppressive.

Pushing open the door, Chen Song stopped when he didn't go in. He saw a half-enlarged black and white photo in the middle of the stage.

The photo was attached to the wall and it should have been a complete one, but I didn't know who was cut off half.

But only from the remaining half can be seen, the photo is a middle-aged female nurse, she is stout and her face is fierce.

"Amplified black and white photos, opaque black curtains, rows of wooden seats, how does this place feel like a mourning hall?" Chen Ge did not understand why there is such an activity room in a mental hospital, if it is a hospital What is the meaning of the party layout?

“Is this female nurse the victim of the third ward? Why is her photo posted in the activity room of the second ward?”

Remembering the appearance of the female nurse in the photo, Chen Ge did not stop, he closed the door, sprinkled a handful of salt at the door, hurried into the corridor, and walked toward the third floor.