MTL - My House of Horrors-Chapter 1185 Make a decision

"As long as you have doubts about the world, doom will come?" Chen Ge gently shook his head: "The only sporadic memory in my mind tells me that even if I simply live, I will be tortured by doom and despair."

"It's not the same." Zuo Han touched the wound on his left eye. It seemed that new flesh was growing, so it was a little itchy: "Your previous memories may come from reality. Reality has always been cruel, and everything you experience now is more like It is a dream, a dream that cannot be awakened."

"I haven't had a dream at night since I woke up in the hospital. From this perspective, your guess is somewhat reasonable." Chen Ge poured a glass of water for Zuo Han, but Zuo Han even touched it. Not touching, he is very cautious.

"Your body recovered quickly, and your eyes became gentle. I know you actually understand a lot of things, but you don’t want to admit it now, because you have the beauty and taste the taste of happiness, so you don’t want to break it with your own hands. ." Zuo Han is not only smart, but also very perceptive. He can see a lot from Chen Ge's various expressions and voice.

Chen Ge didn't answer when he heard Zuo Han's words, and he always asked himself, but there was no answer.

"If this is just a dream, doubt will cause bad luck and shatter all the good things, but in the end, even if the dream wakes up, don't you still have to return to a more cruel reality?"

"The beauty here is false." Zuo Han stood up and looked at Chen Ge very seriously: "In just over a month, what have you experienced? You are not like this in the hospital ward. At that time, you It feels like an evil spirit hiding a vengeance."

"I didn't experience anything very special. I just lived the simplest life. If I had to say something, I should have met Zhang Ya." Chen Ge sat in a chair, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated: " She is different to me, and I will feel very at ease with her."

"I thought it would go well, but I didn't expect that I might run for nothing today." Zuo Han took off his gloves and took out a crumpled note from his pocket: "The dream will eventually wake up. The day you come, if you change your mind, you can come to this place to find me."

When Chen Ge went to pick up the note, he found that all the fingerprints on Zuo Han's fingers had been rubbed off.

"I'm a wanted criminal now. This is the last time I have come to you on the initiative." After seeing Chen Ge accepting the note, Zuo Han was about to leave: "This city looks beautiful on the surface, but in fact it is full of brilliance. It is a pus-filling wound. When you are unwilling to leave, it will slowly swallow you into your stomach."

"I will think about it."

"Well, I want to tell you one more thing. I once stole a white mobile phone from the hospital. After opening it, it was full of various curse texts, as well as a lot of curse-related games. Started. I thought this was a special case. Later, after I took a peek at the phones of other nurses and doctors in the hospital, I found out that there are many curse-related games and small programs installed on the white phones of everyone in the hospital. If you see it later Someone uses a white mobile phone, remember not to get too close to him." After Zuo Han finished speaking, he didn't stay anymore and left through the window of the haunted house bathroom.

Closing the window, Chen Ge's face was gloomy, with his back leaning against the door of the toilet cubicle, his brain was running fast.

"I originally had a lot of memory fragments in my mind. It was a completely different life. The hospital doctor told me that all those memories were delusional. But after seeing the seven glass jars in the dean's office, I can Sure, that experience does exist.” Chen Ge is actually very clear. If the memory fragments are real, then the city he lives in is probably fake.

"The hospital found that all the memory fragments in my mind disappeared before agreeing to leave the hospital, but the crux of the problem was that Dr. Sun reminded me when I was discharged, saying that the treatment had just begun."

"Erasing my past memory is only the first step in treatment. Then they should start to reshape my memory, so that I no longer doubt the hospital and the world, and become a doll living in this city."

"They paralyzed me with false happiness and beauty, gave me everything I wanted, made me reluctant to discard it, and even made myself a defender of the rules."

Chen Ge's eyes were cold: "They thought very well, but there were too many accidents. The patient Zhang Wenyu's escape, Zuo Han's doubts about the world, Dr. Sun's help, and the most important thing is that something happened to Zhang Ya. Variety."

He remembered clearly that when he saw Zhang Ya in the hospital, a drop of blood gathered into Zhang Ya's body.

"In the beginning, the meaning of Zhang Ya's existence should be to make up for my regrets and complete my obsessions, but under the influence of those **** words, Zhang Ya began to have some very scary dreams every night."

"Those dreams may be reality. Those dreams have been reminding me and Zhang Ya that there are **** faces under this beautiful bubble."

"This is a beautiful world that made me sink, but my life is definitely more than me alone." Chen Ge's mind came up with a series of vague figures: "In the brain maze, the second personality of his heart was cut out. , The patients still suffering in the hospital, the child who was split into glass jars, Dr. Sun with scars on his face, and even Zhang Ya."

Thinking back to the day when he went shopping, Chen Ge instinctively made Zhang Ya with his hands when he was making the doll.

Chen Ge, who is proficient in doll making, had already discovered the problem at that time. The doll Zhang Ya he made was covered in blood and was engraved with negative emotions. It was not Zhang Ya with ghost makeup, but a horror. The ultimate fierce god.

Zhang Ya made by instinct is different from the people around him, or Zhang Ya in the haunted house is just a part of the real Zhang Ya.

Thinking of this, Chen Ge lowered his head and looked at the note in his palm. The front of the note had four words-Safe Apartment, and the back probably marked the location of the Safe Apartment.

"Doctor Sun helped me escape from the hospital, indicating that the way to wake up from my dream is not in the hospital, but in this city."

The writer and Zuo Han left Chen Ge with the same message. After thinking for a while, he turned around and entered the staff lounge, and then walked out with a worn backpack.

The white cat Pidian Pidian followed Chen Ge, and when he was about to walk out of the door of the haunted house, it was put back into the house by Chen Ge: "I'm going to a very dangerous place. You stay here to watch the house."

Heterochromatic pupils looked at Chen Ge incomprehensibly, and the white cat even felt flattered. After a while, it ran out again, seemingly worried that Chen Ge would not want it.

"I'm not going to play this time. Take a good look at the house. I'll be back before dawn."

Chen Ge did not bring the white cat in the end. According to the prompt on the note, he took a taxi to a special hotel near the Ping An apartment.

Taxi drivers in Xinhai seem to seldom come to such remote places. When Chen Ge got off the car, the other party kept telling him not to come to the suburbs alone at night.

Chen Ge came to the hotel to prevent being followed, and then he planned to walk to the apartment.

But it happened that he hadn't eaten much all day, and his stomach was hungry, so he went straight into the restaurant.

Ping An Apartment is located in the western suburbs of Xinhai. This place is very desolate. Before Chen Ge came, he did not expect that there would be a famous restaurant in Xinhai.

The small shop is famous for "boiled" and "game". Later, after the city did not allow game business, the shop hurried to clarify that all the meat in his shop was domestically raised, but because of the unique seasoning formula, So the taste will be extremely delicious.

The area of ​​the store is small, there are no private rooms, and there are only five or six low wooden tables in the lobby.

"Sorry, we have closed business." There was a big fat man standing at the cashier, wearing a dirty apron, with a very obvious scar on his face.

"I came here from the city to eat here. What are you left here? Just get me a copy." Chen Ge smelled the meat in the store and felt more hungry. He found a place to sit. Next, I flipped through the menu.

"There are still some dishes, but the meat is gone. I sell meat very fast here." The fat chef finished the work at hand, took the menu and walked to Chen Ge: "There are still some dumplings in the refrigerator, or I will get you. Some dumplings stuffed with wild boar?"

"I don't like to eat game very much. You can just order any dishes." Chen Ge raised his head and looked at the chef, who happened to look down at him.

The two saw each other's face in an instant, and then something strange happened.

The scar on the fat chef's face began to twist, his body seemed to froze, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead.

"Do you know me?" Chen Ge narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know!" The chef replied decisively. After he finished speaking, he walked towards the back kitchen as if running away, but Chen Ge grabbed his shoulder.

"Really don't know? Then why are you leaving? What's your name?" Chen Ge saw that there was not much meat on his body, but his hands were very strong, and his five fingers clasped the chef's shoulders like steel claws: "You Your body is shaking. Are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you, I just admitted wrong. You look very much like a police officer. I thought you were here to investigate game." The chef did not dare to look back, his voice was low.

"You're lying." Chen Ge's arm tightened: "Say, what's your name?"

"I'm a chef, let me go." The chef begged.

"Eat the dragon head? The stewed restaurant?" Chen Ge felt a little familiar. He pressed the chef to the wall and reached out to touch the scar on the chef's face.

In terms of size, the chef is much taller than Chen Ge, but in fact the chef has no idea of ​​resisting.

"The wound on your face hasn't formed a scab yet, and the wound is not deep. It's like scratching out something bit by bit. Is this some kind of punishment?" Chen Ge's finger touched the edge of the wound, and the painful chef barked. Tooth grin: "The periphery of the wound is extremely irregular, just like every time when the scab is about to form, it must be repeated again. It must be painful?"

Hearing Chen Ge’s words, the chef’s legs were all weak. He knelt on the ground, his face as gray as death: "Chen Ge, we shall treat it as if we have never met, okay? I have never seen you, and you have never entered. My restaurant."

"Do you still know my name?" Singer Chen's strength has become stronger. He can be sure that this is the first time he has seen the dragon head, but the other party knows himself. This shows that there is a certain intersection between the two before. That intersection is also a proof of past memory.

The chef couldn't wait to slap his own mouth, he was so bitter that he didn't even dare to say anything casually.

"You can answer me a few questions honestly. If I am satisfied, I will stop pestering you, and we shall assume that we have never met." Compared to the chef, Chen Ge is the more anxious person, but he Did not show it.

"Ask, I must tell you what I know." The chef climbed up from the ground as if he had accepted his fate, and trot and closed the restaurant door.

"First question, where did you meet me?" Chen Ge was most curious about this. He was going to ask Zhang Wenyu about his past tonight, but he did not expect to meet this strange chef.

"It's in the Xinhai brine cooking shop, not behind the door..." the chef said, and the world in front of him was covered with blood, and he felt that his brain was torn apart.

"Hey!" Chen Ge was also taken aback. He saw the scars on the chef's face ripped apart inexplicably, and the chefs with blood flowing all over his face.

Covering his face, the chef rolled on the ground. He endured the pain, but he did not dare to make too much noise. He could only bite the rag on the table with his teeth.

There was blood everywhere on the ground. Chen Ge looked at the scarlet that slowly solidified. He didn't feel disgusted or disgusted. He seemed to have been used to the blood color.

When his fingers touched the blood on the ground, the sticky and warm feeling made Chen Ge feel very familiar. A thought came out from deep in his mind: "This is real blood."

It took ten minutes for the chef to regain his senses.

He stretched out his blood-filled hand and grabbed Chen Ge's shoes: "I can't say, I will die."

"Actually, in your current state, I feel that it is better to live than to die. Maybe you have some concerns." Chen Ge helped the chef up: "If one day I can end the pain, I will find a way to help you One hand, you don’t have to force it, just tell me what you can say."

The chef's body was trembling because of the pain. He took a rag and dipped his blood to write on the ground. Every word he wrote would immediately wipe it off-this is the place behind the door to punish patients.

"A place to punish patients?"

Fingers shook, and the chef wrote another line-don't run away, you can't die if you want, save me.

He wiped off all blood stains on the ground, covered his face and returned to the back kitchen.

Since Chen Ge read the blood on the ground, he began to have a very bad premonition.

Pursuing the truth, bad luck will come, and now it seems that bad luck has come.