My House of Horrors

The old man’s words summed up that the world behind the door is actually just a nightmare of the doorkeeper’s master.

By the time the boy is awake, the passage connecting the world to reality may be closed and may disappear directly.

If Chen Ge does not have a "door" in his haunted house, he may recognize the old man's statement, but there are "doors" appearing in two different places. This is by no means a little boy's nightmare can be explained clearly.

Chen Ge did not disclose that he also had "door" information in the haunted house. He looked at the old man and asked another question.

"You said that this is a boy's nightmare. Everything inside is a child's subconscious. Can you tell me what role you play in this nightmare? Or you symbolize in his nightmare. What?"

The expression on the old man's face became a bit stiff, but he did not shy away: "I am like you, coming in from outside the nightmare. We belong to outsiders, even in nightmares, they play themselves."

“Playing yourself?” Chen Ge came in from the outside world and there was no change in his physical appearance.

The old man did not have the vitality of a living person. What made Chen Song care was the **** red doctor uniform on his body.

His eyes swept over the uniform, and Chen Song’s mind flashed a thought.

Will the old man wear this jacket when he enters the world of the door? What did he do to make the white coat red?

As early as the first sight of the old man, Chen Ge had a guess in his heart.

The dean of the third ward was missing a few years ago and has not been found until now. He can't live without seeing the dead.

The old man in front of him, like his age and temperament, is very similar to the dean, so he guessed that the old dean was not missing. It should have entered the world behind the door for various reasons.

He read the letters left by the old dean. In the last letter, the old dean did show some curiosity about the world inside.

However, it is precisely because he read the letter from the old dean, and he was very impressed with the old dean, so he really couldn't put together the old dean of his imagination and the red man in front of him.

Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts in his mind, Chen Song calmed down again.

His understanding of the old dean is only through the letters written by the chiefs themselves.

Anyone who writes a letter to an outsider will not vilify himself, so the old dean who appears in those letters is not necessarily the true dean.

Thinking of the electric therapy room, there is a crowded and filthy first ward and a second ward that would rather be empty and live. Chen Song gently inhales and begins to be more careful.

"Do you understand what I said? Don't wake up the child. Put him down, I will take you out of the nightmare." The voice of the old man makes people feel very comfortable, and always makes people subconsciously ignore his danger.

Chen Ge walked slowly toward the door: "I will not hurt this child, but the premise is that you must first tell me how to leave, let me see your sincerity."

“It’s easy to leave, just cross the door...”

"Hey!"

When the old man said half of it, he was interrupted. There was a bang in the third ward, as if a certain room had exploded.

Hearing this voice, the old man’s expression was dignified, his pale face was distorted, and he could no longer care for being kind and kind.

“What happened?” Chen Ge faintly felt that this change was related to Zhang Ya. When the old man first came in, he saw the old man’s finger deformed and his arms were not naturally distorted. Obviously, he was unexpectedly resisted when he was resisting something. Slam.

"Nothing, a little problem." The old man measured the opening of the yin, stood in the middle of the door, looked up and looked at Chen Ge: "Give that child to me, I will take you out."

There was no extra expression on the pale face, giving a very strange feeling, and the old man finally tore off the disguise.

"First send me to leave, otherwise I have no discussion." Chen Ge is determined. His hand with a knife is shaking gently because of nervousness. This is his first time facing the red dress.

"Do you want to leave? Good, come with me." The old man turned directly and suddenly became active.

Chen Ge did not dare to care about it. He carefully followed the steps and he and the old man kept a distance of three meters.

In his opinion, no matter what the other party did within three meters, he could respond in time, but without taking two steps, he found himself screaming at the horror of red.

Strictly speaking, he only took a step, and the second step has not yet gone out. His legs hanging in the air have lost consciousness.

Looking down, when I was talking to the old man, a piece of blood that could not be seen by the naked eye on the ground climbed up to his leg. At this time, the blood was like a poisonous insect, and was drilling into his flesh.

"You don't want to leave? Come with me." The old man turned his head, his eyes were sunken, his face was full of wrinkles, and his smile was very embarrassing.

Chen Ge still dared to follow him at this time, he held the knife and wanted to retreat, but the leg hanging in the air did not listen, and went forward!

"Is it because of the bloodshot?" Chen Ge's scalp is numb. He doesn't know how much blood is getting into his left leg. What's even more frightening is that as the old man speaks, cracked floors, wall cracks, more and more. The blood came out, as if a small snake climbed to Chen Ge.

Looking at the **** blood coming from the surging, if other people must have been crazy, they began to slash the tools in their hands.

But Chen Ge has a kind of almost talented ability. The more he is in crisis, the calmer he is.

The knife in his hand was firmly placed on the neck of the boy, and Chen Ge allowed the blood to climb onto his body, and his knife was constantly pressing down.

The old man deliberately turned around and made him numb, but at this time he turned his head and looked at him.

If the old man has sufficient confidence, there is no need to be so troublesome. He must still be worried about the boy.

Chen Ge really can't understand why the old man is afraid of the boy's awakening, but in this case, the more afraid the old man is, the more he will do it.

The blade cuts open the skin, and there is no blood flowing out of the boy's neck. What is even more strange is that the bloodshot of the old man's control will go out of control as soon as he approaches the boy, and directly enters his body along the wound on the neck of the boy.

"These bloodshots seem to belong to boys. Is the old man just stealing the power of the boy?"

Chen Ge has discovered the secret of the old man. He has become more daring, and the blade has completely fallen, and the old man’s scream is heard from his ear.

The sharp knife fell into the boy's clavicle, the boy whose eyelids had been beating, his fingers clenched and opened his eyes!

The blood in the electrotherapy room is instantly divided into two parts, one part is struggling backwards, and some are inhaled by the boy.

"You crazy! You woke up the devil!"

The old man seems to be getting older. He turned and ran, but he hadn’t escaped far, and there was boundless black hair on the other side of the corridor.