My House of Horrors Chapter 1003: The boy looking for the snail

One size larger in clothes and shoes, dirty face, clear eyes full of surprise, the child hid behind the old man's clothes, revealing half of his face.

"Can you hear my voice?" Chen Ge put down his backpack and gently stretched out his hands to the child: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The child hiding behind the clothes in the closet looked at Chen Ge timidly. He looked at Chen Ge's hand, hesitated for a long time, and slowly extended his hand.

The cold little hand was placed in Chen Ge's palm, and the long-lost warmth made the boy's eyes slowly widen.

"Have you been staying here all the time?" Chen Ge pointed to his feet. He wanted to ask the little boy if he had been staying behind the door, but the little boy misunderstood what he meant. He waved his hands and gestured desperately. .

After watching for a long time, Chen Ge realized that this kid was playing games with his friends, everyone was playing hide and seek, and he was hiding here to avoid others.

Looking at the little boy who was struggling to express himself, Chen Ge shook his head gently. Those children were not ready to look for him at all, he was just the target of teasing.

He hid in the closet earnestly, and finally opened the door to find that it was not the children, but the owner of the house calling him to eat.

"Have you ever thought about making more friends, have you ever thought about opening the window to see the outside world?" Chen Ge found the key figure in the world behind the door - Jiang Ming, but he couldn't figure out this Jiang Ming What is the relationship between Ming and Jiang Ming outside the door?

The Jiang Ming inside the door may be Jiang Ming's hearing loss outside the door, but the probability is small.

Combining with the existing clues, the door will only appear when Jiang Ming outside the door is asleep, so Jiang Ming inside the door is likely to be Jiang Ming's own consciousness.

"In this imaginary world, all actions and characters are related to reality. With the idea of ​​playing with friends, Jiang Ming hid in the room where he felt the warmest. This should be his best memory. ."

Chen Ge wanted to say something, but Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed, from surprise to panic, and tears came out almost instantly.

"He's looking behind me!"

The smell of alcohol poured into his nostrils, Chen Ge didn't say a word, kicked his legs on the ground, and hugged the little boy to the side.

The wine bottle smashed against the closet, shards of glass splattered, but no sound was made.

The thick blood vessels bulged out on his face, and the drunken monster ran over at some point. He should have heard Chen Ge's voice.

"This guy is really haunted. The most troublesome thing is that he can't kill him." Chen Ge held the Skull Smasher in one hand and the little boy in the other. Like a bruised kitten, the body was constantly shaking with fright.

"The fear of the drunk father is rooted in my heart, and it is this fear that keeps increasing the strength of the drunk, making him stronger and stronger." Chen Ge had a plan in his mind: "If I can help the boy overcome Fear, tell him with practical actions that the drunk father is not invincible, and the situation should improve."

It's easy to say, but it's too difficult to change memories that are ingrained in my heart.

"Jiang Ming, don't be afraid, uncle is here, no one can hurt you." Chen Ge put the child on the chair, holding the skull crusher with both hands: "With his strengthening speed, I can still hammer Kill him ten times."

Ready, Chen Ge was about to start when the door of the rental house was suddenly opened, and a white-haired old lady was walking in the house with a bowl of noodles.

The old man was hunched over his back, at least seventy years old.

The expression on her face was kind, but when she saw the drunk man, she changed her face instantly, put down the bowl full of noodles, grabbed the crutches beside the bed, and swung at the drunk man.

The originally terrifying drunkard panicked when he saw the old lady, and even dared to feel in a hurry.

The head was smashed by the skull crusher, and the drunkard didn't feel any pain, but after being hit by the old man's crutch a few times, he couldn't take it anymore and fled the hut in a hurry.

The old man chased him away with a cane and then came back.

She closed the door of the rental house angrily, then walked into the bedroom, came to the child, and gently rubbed Jiang Ming's head.

The old man asked Jiang Ming to go to the table to eat. The noodles she had just made were placed there. It was steaming hot and looked very appetizing.

Jiang Ming ran over to eat, and the old man looked at Chen Ge. The surprise in her eyes was no less than Jiang Ming's.

"Grandma, can you hear me too?"

The old man nodded.

"You still retain your sanity? Can we communicate with each other? It's okay not to talk!" Chen Ge took out a ballpoint pen covered with tape from his pocket, and took out a comic book from his backpack, complete with paper and pen.

Looking at Chen Ge, the old man said a few words, but Chen Ge couldn't hear the sound at all.

She pushed aside the ballpoint pen in Singer Chen, turned and walked towards the living room.

Staring at the back of the old man, Chen Ge suddenly realized that this old lady was different from everyone else in scenario behind the door.

Her body is illusory, and it seems that it may dissipate at any time. More importantly, Chen Ge felt a coldness from her.

Using double pupils, Chen Ge found that the old lady didn't seem to be distorted according to Jiang Ming's memory, but a residual thought that would soon dissipate!

Without sustenance, obsession can only exist for a limited time, even behind the door.

Although the memory of the old man and Jiang Ming overlapped, it only prolonged her existence.

When a day comes, she will still dissipate. At that time, the old lady in the world behind the door will be completely shaped according to Jiang Ming's memory, that person may still protect Jiang Ming in the world behind the door and make him hot noodles, but after all, he is no longer the person he used to be. .

Chen Ge became more and more curious about the truth. He walked up to the old man. At this time, the old man was taking out a pen and paper from the drawer, and she was drawing on the paper.

Every time she wrote a word, her body would become illusory. After the old man finished writing, he handed the paper to Chen Ge. There were only four words on it - beware of snails.

"Snail?"

Chen Ge has entered the back door many times, and he can be considered to know the world behind the door very well. The most terrifying thing in this place is the red clothes. The scariest thing is the fierce god, but the old lady told him to be careful of snails.

"Is the snail more terrifying than the drunk who can't be killed?" Chen Ge asked in a low voice, and the old lady nodded.

"I see, so how do we get out?"

Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the old lady first made a silent gesture, and then clicked the word snail on the paper.

"The key to getting out is the snail? Is this snail a nickname for a Specter? Or does it refer to something?"

Chen Ge was still thinking. Jiang Ming at the table had already finished his noodles. He was preparing to go out with his rice bowl in his hands. He seemed to want to wash the dishes, but was stopped by the old man.

The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head lovingly, wiped Jiang Ming's mouth with an apron, then stood in front of Jiang Ming and pointed to Chen Ge.

Jiang Ming immediately understood what the old lady meant. He took Chen Ge's hand and happily prepared to run out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Ge knew that the old man had no malicious intentions. Judging from the old man's actions just now, it should be that she told Jiang Ming to take Chen Ge to accomplish a certain thing.

Jiang Ming heard Chen Ge's voice, with an innocent smile on his face, as if he wanted to share his secret with others, he quietly put his hand into his pocket.

A moment later, Jiang Ming took out a snail's shell from his pocket.

He holds the snail shell carefully, as if it were the most precious treasure to him.