My House of Horrors Chapter 827: Number one

The oozing face seemed to be deflated by a deflated leather ball, wrinkled and stuck to the ground. If it wasn't for Zhu Long and Zhang Ju to block it, these dirty things would probably have crawled onto Chen Ge.

"It looks like this brother doesn't want to have a good conversation with us."

The blood in the painting room was spreading. Chen Ge stood behind Zhu Long and Zhang Ju and used his Yin pupils to look up and down at the red clothes in front of him.

Blood splashed, red clothes swayed, and various torture instruments hung from his skin. Every time he took a step, a broken face would fall from his coat.

There are also three, six, nine, etc. among the red clothes. Unfortunately, the red clothes Chen Ge and the others encountered belonged to the extremely dangerous category.

But this is what makes Chen Ge even more strange. Zhang Ju and Zhu Long are not afraid at all when facing such a red-clothed person. They are different from Xu Yin's crazy and irrational fight.

Zhu Long and Zhang Ju are very rational, their expressions are calm, as if there is a voice in their minds telling them that there is no need to be afraid.

After seeing Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, Hongyi didn't act immediately. He slowly raised his head, his whole face was covered by wet hair.

Chen Ge can see a face covered with black blood vessels through the gap of black hair, pale and sick, it seems to be smiling.

"Tick."

A middle-aged man's face fell off the sleeve of the red shirt and fell between Chen Ge and him.

"Save me, the skinny devil, save..."

"Crack!"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a blood-stained anti-smashing shoe landed heavily on his face.

His words were forcibly interrupted, and his entire face was torn apart.

The room is very quiet, and because of the quietness, the sound of blood dripping is particularly clear.

The blood on the smash-resistant shoe became darker, and the original color was masked as if it were blood red.

"Let's get out of the way, his goal is not us." The weak Zhou Tu looked up at the red-clothed man, his eyes fixed: "He stays here just to wait for this day, he wants to be the first Seeing scenario in the studio, because he is both a manager and a participant."

"Participant?"

"He is the author of the sixth painting, connecting two monsters that turn the world upside down!"

When Zhou Tu said this, he kept his eyes fixed on the red shirt. His memory had already awakened. Although he was weak at this time, he had a special temperament.

Red at the door wasn't angry at being called a monster, he still seemed to like it.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the painting room, Hongyi and Chen Ge passed by, leaving bloodstains all over the place, and walked to the center of the painting room.

He finally stopped next to the sixth painting, looking at the oil painting that had long since changed beyond recognition.

Chen Ge vaguely remembered the content of the sixth painting. He was carrying the large mirror of the dance studio by himself, but accidentally slipped and shattered the mirror.

The floor is littered with shards of mirrors, each reflecting a blood-red face.

"Don't worry about him, let's go first." Zhou Tu was supported by Wang Yicheng and walked towards the door.

Chen Ge didn't want to face this monster for the time being, and fled downstairs with other members of the club.

“Are you still jumping out of the window?”

Wang Yicheng opened the door of the classroom next to him, and the puppet sculptures covered with white cloth in the room moved, and blood beads quietly appeared under the white cloth.

"Most of the painting materials and props in the experimental building were made by the pervert just now." Zhou Tu's face was still very bad, and it didn't improve because he left the studio: "Including the red paint and those smelly canvases ."

No need for Zhou Tu to elaborate, everyone already understands how those painting materials are made.

"Have so many people died in this abandoned school?" Chen Ge was a little puzzled: "I saw several warehouses in fourth floor, and they were full of 'painting materials'."

"I do know a lot of things, but that doesn't mean I know everything." Zhou Tu's attitude towards Chen Ge is very strange. Compared with before, it's neither good nor bad, but I can hear it from his words. A trace of apprehension.

There was a loud noise in the oil painting room behind them. Several people turned their heads to look. The spine of the monster in red was completely opened, the back was swollen, and the ribs extended to both sides. A cruel tool hangs.

He stands with his back to the door and appears to be using his tools to modify the painting.

"Stay away from him." Zhou Tu asked Wang Yicheng to open the window and take himself down first.

The glass window was pushed open, Zhou Tu and Wang Yicheng left first, followed by Chen Ge, but when he stood by the window, he suddenly froze.

Standing in the shadows in the southeast corner of the laboratory building is a man wearing black leather shoes, with a pale face and gloomy eyes, holding a little girl's nightgown and a dog collar.

"Mr. Bai?"

Chen Ge has Yin pupils, so he saw Teacher Bai at a glance, and also saw the blood on the girl's nightdress: "What happened to his daughter?"

Mr. Bai, who was hiding in the shadows, also found Chen Ge. He seems to have been squatting here for a long time. It is estimated that he didn't do anything because he didn't expect that there were other people around Chen Ge.

"This is the real teacher Bai. I took his certificate and replaced his identity. It would be bad if my students knew about these things." Chen Ge felt that Zhang Ju they should be able to guess themselves Not a school teacher, but no one has pierced this layer of window paper, at least on the surface everyone is working hard to maintain the stability of the community.

"I have to find a reason to kill him. There should be a lot of people around me who are good at this kind of thing." There is a Specter hiding in Chen Ge's shadow. Instead, it became a chess piece in Singer Chen.

With the decision, Chen Ge's gaze towards Teacher Bai softened. He quickened his movements and jumped downstairs in less than a minute.

"Where's the person?" After his feet landed, Chen Ge looked at the corner of the laboratory building again, and Teacher Bai had disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Tu's voice is getting smaller and smaller, giving the impression that it will dissipate at any time: "I'm running out of time, I have to tell you something, it's about whether I can get it back or not. Yourselves are also related to the life and death of each of you.”

"Come on, let's listen." Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood around Chen Ge, and they surrounded him.

"The thirteen paintings in the oil painting room represent thirteen people. Each of them is the same as the red clothes we encountered just now. They are very terrifying." Zhou Tu took a breath and waited for Wang Yicheng to help him into the bushes, away from the experiment After the building, he continued: "The sorting has nothing to do with strength, it is completely random, but there is one exception."

"Exception?"

"No. 1 is an exception. I don't have any memory of No. 1. I only know that he likes to draw. He is a painter."