MTL - My House of Horrors-Chapter 21 murderer? The murderers?

There was a thick musty smell in the ragged room, the top layer seemed to leak, and the house was damp and tight, making people feel uncomfortable.

The windows were all sealed with wooden boards. Chen Ge checked and found that the board was very new and was recently installed.

"This is just a very ordinary room." The burned furniture has long been thrown away, and the house is empty and can't find anything of value.

"It’s also true, it’s been five years, and even if there is evidence, I’m afraid it’s not completely preserved.”

He walked out of the house and strolled through the dark corridors. Most of the rooms were emptied, and the sundries and living garbage were mixed together, and there was no place for a foot.

"Houseware can usually reflect a person's life and personality, and maybe they can be found from it." After changing the target, Chen Ge endured the odor and searched for it. After more than an hour, he found something strange. .

“Why are there so many puppet toys in the apartment building? There are no children in the building, who are these toys?” He spent nearly two hours rummaging through all the rubbish, and found four plush toys before and after. Compared with the debris in the corridor, these four toys are not eye-catching. If Chen Song is major in toy design and sensitive to toys, he may also ignore it.

The four toys don't know how long they have been thrown here. The surface is full of stains. Some places are already moldy, and a small amount of fluff can be caught by a finger.

Chen Song repeatedly watched, the doubts became more, the dolls were different in shape, but they came from the same manufacturer.

“Is it the guest who stayed here after the renovation of Ping An Apartment?” Chen Song shook his head and denied the idea: “I don’t want to say how likely it is to bring a child into a sinister apartment, even if I stay with my child. It is also unlikely that four dolls will be carried at the same time. After all, the four doll manufacturers are the same, and the work and style should be something that was several years ago."

The toy market was updated very quickly. Before he took over the haunted house, he was a staff member of a toy company. He knew about the market.

"Not the tenants left, but they remain in the murderous house. That is probably the original thing of the apartment." He boldly guessed: "The original owner of the apartment building has two daughters. If I expected it, this doll It should be theirs."

Thinking of this, Chen Ge came up with a question: "The fire and the fire are ruthless, the house and furniture have been burnt down. How did these four dolls escape?"

“Is it coincidence? Or is it... someone deliberately put it in a safe place?” Chen Ge felt that he had grasped a very important clue: “The only one who can transfer items in the fire is the murderer himself! Why is he risking to protect four dolls, are these four dolls important to him?"

The zipper behind the puppet has been rusted and broken. Chen Ge directly tore it. In the stinky cotton wool, he found a card, the size of the palm, the lines between the words are full of love, and the songs that are seen go straight to the goose bumps: Put the love letter into the doll? Is it too subtle to express it in this way?"

He began to fill the character of the murderer. The other party should be an introverted man. I am embarrassed to say it in person, so I sent the doll and hoped that the other party would go home and open it.

With curiosity, Chen Ge tears open two puppets, each with a card, the content is roughly the same.

But when he tore the fourth puppet, a chill sneaked into his spine.

There was no confession card in the last puppet, and the moldy cotton wool was stuffed with torn paper strips. There were only three words on all the paper strips - go to hell!

The strong love did not know why it became the most vicious curse. What happened in the middle, Chen Ge did not know.

"The word on the note should be left by the murderer. This is the key evidence." He picked out a few pieces of paper into his pocket and was about to look deeper. The voice-activated light on the corner of the stairs suddenly lit up!

"Someone is coming!" Chen Ge panicked. He quickly turned off the flashlight of the mobile phone and held several puppets into the room next to him.

The atmosphere did not dare to come out, hold his breath, and Chen Song hid behind the door, secretly watching the outside through the door.

The footsteps sounded, and a conversation between a man and a woman sounded in the dark corridor.

"You have to get rid of that thing quickly and you can't delay it."

"The newcomer had been on the third floor before, and he went to the stairs and suddenly went down again and almost found me."

"I know that there are more and more outsiders coming to the apartment recently, and this thing has to be dealt with quickly."

"Yep."

"Call other people, work together, dig it out tonight, and bury it in the back hill."

The visitor carried a glimpse of the old miner's lamp, and by the light, Chen Song saw it clearly. The two people talking in the hallway were the landlord and the woman on the first floor.

"How do they run the third floor when they don't sleep late at night?" Chen Ge adjusted the angle to make sure that he would not be discovered and his body was behind the door.

After a while, the tattoo men and fat people I had seen in the apartment building all came up. They not only wrapped themselves tightly, but also held tools such as iron brazing, sacks and kitchen knives.

"What is this going to do?"

A few people stood in the hallway and it seemed that a dispute had occurred.

The stupid man who walked in the end was in a bad mood: "Do you really want to do this? Once we dig it out, our fingerprints will remain around us, and everything will be unclear."

"Do you think it is clear now?" The landlord glanced at the fat man: "Don't honed, hurry to help."

"I think we still call the police." The short fat man stood in the same place.

Hearing this, the tattooed man came straight over and grabbed his collar: "Is it crazy? I bumped into the muzzle. The police came over the first time to investigate. It must be a few of us. When you drunk and smashed people, you escaped." And the fact that we are occupying the old man’s apartment has all been leaked!"

"Husband, don't be angry." The woman who lived opposite the tattooed man on the first floor came over: "Everyone has a share, and no one can run, or work hard."

"We don't have a few clean bodies. It's hard to find a place to live. If you dare to have other ideas, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people." The landlord put the iron in his hand to the chunky man: "You go Get it first."

"I?" The sweat of the fat man's forehead immediately slammed down. His face was white and white, and the iron was slowly moved.

Looking at the unusual behavior of several people outside the door, Chen Ge felt more and more wrong: "What are they going to dig?"

The short fat man walked to the deepest part of the corridor. He pushed the sundries to the sides. Under the watchful eyes of other tenants, he shook his hands and opened the curtain behind the pile of debris.

It was a thickened concrete wall, and the wall was inlaid with a female body facing everyone.