"Ferocious?"
Looking at the picture behind the door, that was the first term that appeared in Chen Ge's mind.
Why would the people from the Society of Strange Tales draw a demon behind the door? What's the meaning behind this?
The Haunted House was very quiet. Being stared at by the ten eyes on the demon, even though Chen Ge had been through a lot, he still felt uncomfortable.
There have been five murders around New Century Park, and all the victims had their eyes gouged out. Could the eyes of the victims be on this demon?
Chen Ge slowly squatted down and used his fingertip to touch the door. The picture was not drawn on the door; it felt more like it was embedded inside the door. He could not feel anything when he touched it.
"Before I went to Coffin Village, Captain Yan told me about the eye-gouging case. All the victims were criminals, including robbers, thieves, and fugitives."
"Those who are used for the ritual are sinners, and the evil spirit in the door happens to be carrying all kinds of torture tools on its back, as if to symbolize punishment. The strangest thing is that the evil spirit is drawn inside the door, facing the world behind it."
Chen Ge thought about it for a long time, but he could not understand the goal of the Society of Strange Tales.
I'll come back to take a look when the door opens at midnight.
Chen Ge closed the door. To prevent any accidents, he picked up all the wooden boards from the ground and nailed them back to the cubicle door.
After that, Chen Ge picked up the torn doll and entered the props room with the white cat.
He switched on the light and found a needle and thread. Chen Ge started to mend the doll.
There were not many men who knew how to sew, but Chen Ge was an exception. When the Haunted House was not doing well, he had made most of the costumes himself.
After his hand was pricked many times, Chen Ge had finally become a man who knew how to sew, sew, and sew.
My parents have treated you better than me since you were young. If they see you injured, they will be heartbroken.
Chen Ge patiently stitched up the wound on the back of the doll. Although the doll in his hand was simple and crude, Chen Ge knew that there was a beautiful and pure guardian spirit hidden inside.
Halfway through the repair, Chen Ge suddenly noticed a long and thin red nail inside the doll's sleeve. If one did not look closely, they would not have noticed it.
"Didn't I bring this nail from the Third Sick Hall's director's office?"
During the Trial Mission at the Third Sick Hall, Chen Ge had found many letters inside the director's cupboard. The cupboard had not been touched by anyone, and the four corners were nailed shut by these long nails.
At the time, Chen Ge had thought that the nails had the effect of suppressing evil, so when he went to retrieve Doctor Skull-cracker's hammer, he had pulled out all the red nails and brought them back to the Haunted House.
"There are bloodstains at the front of the nail. Maybe it was left by the murderer. I can find someone to help me identify it tomorrow."
Chen Ge put the nail away and continued to repair the doll.
Time trickled by, and the bored white cat jumped into the ball of string to play with it. Eventually, for some reason, its body became entangled in the string, and it ran around the room dragging the small basket.
Chen Ge ignored it. He patched up the wound on the doll's back and picked it up lightly.
There were two obvious wounds on the doll's body, one old and one new. The new wound was left by the Society of Strange Tales, and the old wound was on the doll's neck. It almost tore the doll's head off.
Touching the wound on the doll's neck, Chen Ge thought back to many years ago.
After the doll was made, Chen Ge's parents had asked him to carry the doll with him no matter where he went.
It was weird for a boy to carry a doll around with him. Chen Ge did not like it, but he did not argue with his family over this.
Living at the Haunted House since he was young, Chen Ge was very courageous and curious about everything.
His parents did not restrict him, but they strictly forbade him from going to Eastern Jiujiang alone.
Chen Ge did not understand why his parents did that until one day, when the school organized a field trip. The whole class went to Eastern Jiujiang's dam to play.
Initially, there was nothing out of place, but around 3 pm, Chen Ge saw someone waving at him. The person gave him a sense of familiarity, and the person seemed to have called his name.
Chen Ge told the teacher about this, and with the teacher's accompaniment, he walked down the path.
He saw a red house at the end of the path, and there were many children playing strange games around it. He could not remember what happened after that. He only knew that he and the teacher had fainted by the roadside, and when he woke up, he was hugging the wounded doll in his arms.
"It was probably you who saved me then." Chen Ge touched the wound on the doll's neck. Only then did he understand many things. "Before this, it was you who protected me. In the future, I will protect you."
Putting the doll inside his pocket, Chen Ge took out the hammer and walked around all the scenarios.
Xiaoxiao's family was inside the Murder by Midnight scenario, and they were unharmed. Pulling back the wooden boards, Chen Ge entered the underground Mu Yang High School scenario.
The twenty-four mannequins stayed obediently inside the last classroom. None of them ran out, and they looked just like real mannequins.
Moving forward, he entered the female dormitory, and the Pen Spirit, who was wrapped in cellophane tape, gave Chen Ge a surprise.
There was a sentence written on the paper. The killer was carrying a dead body, and he called the dead body his wife! Help me take care of Wang Xin and avenge me!
Chen Ge was shocked when he read the 'will' left behind by the Pen Spirit. You sure are loyal. Even at the brink of death, you still didn't forget your best friend …
After inspecting the ballpoint pen, Chen Ge sighed in relief when he realized that the Pen Spirit was unharmed.
He had a baleful Specter who knew how to write her own will, and that was probably something that the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales did not expect.
The killer was carrying a dead body, so I can confirm that it was No. 10 who came to my Haunted House today. He called the dead body his wife, and that is a very important clue.
After inspecting all the scenarios, probably due to the lack of time, the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales did not destroy the Haunted House. His main target was the door at the first-floor toilet.
The Haunted House was safe, and Chen Ge sighed in relief. Fully armed, he returned to the first-floor toilet and waited for time to pass.
The door at the Haunted House was a treasure that the Society of Strange Tales would fight over, but it was useless for Chen Ge. He knew too little about 'doors', and due to the unknown, he was quite conflicted.
He guarded the cubicle door until 11: 59 pm.
The white cat, who was playing happily, suddenly ran into the toilet and bared its teeth at the door. Chen Ge also felt that something was wrong.
When the door was about to open, all the ghosts inside the Haunted House seemed to react.
Gripping the hammer, Chen Ge pressed the play button on the recorder and prepared to call for Xu Yin's help at any moment.
The second hand was moving. When all the hands coincided with each other, the picture of the devil that had been drawn on the door appeared on the door. The ten eyes all came to life. It did not look like a painting at all, but real eyeballs that could move.
As time moved on, blood vessels started to appear on the door, and the monster's expression became more and more menacing.
The blood vessels crawled on the monster's body. Every time they passed an eyeball, the eyeball would turn red. It was not until the tenth eyeball that something happened.
No matter how hard the blood vessels tried, they could not dye the last eyeball red.
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