My House of Horrors - Chapter 1177 Use strange talk to fight the cursed lunatic

"After the dean died, his office was preserved as it was?"

The people outside the door were full of doubts, except for Chen Ge, including the two doctors, no one dared to enter the house.

At this time, Chen Ge's condition was very poor. The memory related to the smell in his head began to be out of control. Pieces of memory fragments burst into pictures in his mind.

"Hey! Don't stay alone!" Patient No. 2 was worried about Chen Ge's safety and slowly approached the dean's office, but when he walked to the door, his body was reluctant to enter it anyway. Every cell in his body was In resisting, it seems that he must die when entering the house.

In a daze, Chen Ge heard the voice of Patient No. 2, but his nerves were overwhelmed by severe pain.

He gradually became unable to control his body, and under the double torment of the smell and pain, he headed toward the dean's desk.

Holding the table with both hands, Chen Ge's face distorted from pain almost touched the glass jar on the table.

"Whose heart is this?"

Panting violently, his chest ups and downs, as Chen Ge's pain deepened, the heart wrapped in countless black threads actually began to beat in the glass jar.

It is like Chen Ge's own heart, every beat involves Chen Ge's nerves.

"Is the heart in the jar mine?"

Chen Ge felt his heart beating at the same frequency as the heart in the jar.

He stared at the jar, his soul seemed to be sucked into the glass jar, and indescribable pain and despair poured into his body.

The world in front of me began to blur, and the countless words of death in the room were magnified before my eyes, as if they had all come to life.

Chen Ge wanted to wave his hands to resist, but his body and spirit were already on the verge of collapse, and it was very difficult to even move them.

"Being trapped in a room full of dead words, why would I be so familiar with this scene?" Chen Ge flashed a picture in the depths of his memory. A clay sculpture with the words Chen Ge engraved on his chest was stuffed into it. A shrine engraved with death words on the inner wall.

Chen Ge's current experience is the same as the clay sculpture with his name inscribed, except that he was not locked in the shrine, but trapped in the dean's office full of death words.

"Someone is cursing me!"

The sporadic flashing memories made Chen Ge realize that he had been cursed before, but because of various reasons, the other party did not succeed. Now he has touched the curse again, and he does not know why he would not have any contact with these ordinary people. What I got is so familiar.

Slowly moving his hands, Chen Ge bit blood out of his teeth, and he just hugged the glass jar on the table.

He originally wanted to break the glass jar to see if he could break the curse, but what he didn't expect was that when his hands touched the glass jar, the black silk thread stuck to the heart came from the heart. He got out and started to hit the glass jar frantically, seeming to want to penetrate the jar and enter Chen Ge's body.

Cracks appeared on the glass jar, and the smell in the room became stronger. Chen Ge was now on the verge of collapse. He used his last strength to push the glass jar to the table.

The black thread hit the glass, and the cracks continued to spread. When the whole jar was about to be crushed, crimson bloodshots appeared in the heart.

These bloodshots entangled with each other, weaving a child's face in my heart.

It screamed, and the black threads seemed to prevent the child from running out of the heart, and immediately gathered back into the heart.

Chen Ge witnessed the whole process, whether it was the black thread or the child's face emerging from the bottom of his heart, these were different from the real world described by Doctor Gao.

He looked at the child's face in his heart slightly blankly, and vaguely felt that the child was very similar to his childhood.

"Is this child's heart sealed in a glass jar?"

The pain in his mind eased a lot, and Chen Ge collapsed beside the table, gasping for breath.

The dean's office has returned to normal, and even the smell in the air has faded.

"Are you okay?" Doctor Sun didn't enter the office until this time. He squatted beside Chen Ge, with his back to the office door.

"Do you think I am okay?" Chen Ge coughed violently as soon as he spoke.

Dr. Sun stared at Chen Ge silently. He pointed to Chen Ge's finger and suddenly said something inexplicable: "Before the patient was hospitalized, his belongings were stored in the fifth ward, and there was a wedding ring in your cabinet. ."

"Wedding ring? But I'm not married..."

"Yeah, you are not married, why do you have a wedding ring?" Dr. Sun showed a relieved smile on his scarred face. He turned his back to the ward door. At this moment, only Chen Ge could smile on his face. See: "If you can be discharged from the hospital, remember to wear that wedding ring, it should be very important to you."

Chen Ge felt that Dr. Sun was a little different from just now, and he thought about it carefully.

Since leaving the treatment room in the third ward, Dr. Gao has been holding his arm. Dr. Sun is also very indifferent to himself. However, after entering the dean’s office, Dr. Sun actually showed a smile on his face. The initial performance was completely different.

"Is it because Dr. Gao didn't enter the dean's office?" Chen Ge felt that Dr. Sun was different from Dr. Gao. At this time, Dr. Gao was more like a corpse, and Dr. Sun became more and more humane. Up.

"Let's go, don't stay in the dean's office for too long, this place is unlucky." Dr. Sun helped Chen Ge from the ground. He was about to walk out with Chen Ge, but Chen Ge stopped.

"Wait a minute." Chen Ge turned and hugged the glass jar on the desk of the dean's office.

"What do you want to do?" Dr. Sun took a breath, and subconsciously moved away from Chen Ge who was holding the glass jar, which seemed to be a very dangerous thing.

"I want to bring this thing." Chen Ge knew that the black thread entwined around his heart might kill him at any time, but he still wanted to bring this thing by his side because he felt the face emerging from his heart. Very important to yourself.

"Do you know what this is? Are you really listening to the stories I told you before?" Dr. Sun's expression changed. He knew how terrifying the glass jar was, but For some reason, he can't talk casually.

"I know this thing is very dangerous, but because it is dangerous, I want to take him with me." Chen Ge replied very seriously.

"What is your logic?" Dr. Sun suspected that Chen Ge's condition had worsened again.

"Actually, I didn't plan to bring this thing with me at the beginning, but the stories you just told changed my mind." Chen Ge held the glass jar and stared at the heart in the glass jar: "This hospital may be true. Haunted, we don’t have any means to resist the ghosts, but if we bring this stuff, that’s not necessarily the case. If the ghosts do appear, we can use this glass jar with a heart to smash them."

"Smash it?" Dr. Sun frowned, he asked again with some uncertainty: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, what was left on the scene of the death of the first dean must be a serious thing, but you have to understand a problem. We may die with it, but if we really encounter a ghost, then some of us will die. "Chen Ge held the glass jar and started walking outside the office: "The two evils are the lesser. I really want to see if the jar is dangerous or the ghost is dangerous."

Ghosts are nothingness, and glass jars are real. Chen Ge wants to use things that a living person can really touch against ghosts and ghosts. This idea made Dr. Sun a little surprised.

"You...maybe you are really a lunatic." Dr. Sun's words seemed to mean something else, but Chen Ge didn't seem to hear it. Of course, given Chen Ge's current situation, he would pretend to be confused even if he heard it.

"I was ill, but I will actively cooperate with you in the treatment." Chen Ge's good mentality is a little scary.

Watching Chen Ge walk out of the office with the glass jar in his arms, Doctor Gao, who is like a walking dead, not only did not grab Chen Ge's arm, but also took the initiative to stay away from Chen Ge. The two sides kept a distance of about three meters.

The two doctors were unwilling to stand with Chen Ge. Although Patient No. 2 did not understand the reason, he also wisely stayed away from Chen Ge.

"Why did you take out this heart specimen?" Patient No. 2 is not disgusted with the human organ specimens. He is just worried that Chen Ge has some strange habit.

"Specimen?" Chen Ge looked at the living heart in the glass jar. He faintly felt that everyone saw the "heart" differently: "Doctor Sun said that the hospital is not clean, and I took the first director. The glass jars left behind after death can be regarded as poisonous."

Patient No. 2 also couldn't understand Chen Ge's thoughts at all. He was wise to stop communicating with Chen Ge, but to look at Dr. Sun: "Where is the drug storage room you mentioned? I didn't see it when I walked to the end. !"

"I remembered it wrong. After the bizarre death of the first dean, many doctors did not dare to come to this floor to fetch medicine. The hospital moved the medicine storage room to the fourth floor of the fifth ward." Dr. Sun said perfunctorily.

"Are you sure?" Patient No. 2 felt that Dr. Sun had a big problem, and he didn't trust Dr. Sun much.

Chen Ge also found something wrong. He felt that Dr. Sun didn't care about the lives of other people at all. He said that the drug storage room on the fourth floor was probably just to lead Chen Ge to the dean's office.

Saving people was just an excuse for Dr. Sun to accomplish his own goals. It seemed that Chen Ge was the only one he cared about.

"Could it be that as long as I don't have too many problems, everyone will be fine?" Chen Ge has discovered that this is different from the hospital outside. Dr. Sun mentioned the "door" before, and the "door" in his memory is also very special. One place: "Except for me, even if everyone else died here, wouldn't they really die?"

Shaking his head, Chen Ge expelled the idea from his mind. He was unwilling and impossible to try with Zhang Jingjiu's life.

Can't find the medicine, Zhang Jingjiu may die at any time. Doctor Gao is like a corpse without saying a word. Now Chen Ge and Patient No. 2 can only trust Dr. Sun.

They ran from the fourth ward to the fifth ward according to what Dr. Sun said.

Along the way, Dr. Sun told Chen Ge a lot of strange things that happened in this hospital.

When they were on their way, some things that were difficult to explain by science also appeared inside the building, but fortunately, there was no danger.

Those weird things didn't get close to Chen Ge and them, they just flashed past far away.

On the fourth floor of Ward 5, Dr. Sun did not deceive Chen Ge this time. They finally found the medicine storage room.

But things are not that simple. There is a seal on the room next to the medicine storage room, and the gap under the door is still leaking blood. I can't ignore it.

"The sealed room is the office of the second dean. He used to be the deputy dean of this hospital. There are seven children in the family. After the strange death of the first dean, he temporarily acts as the dean. . But it is a pity that he disappeared on the seventh day after taking over as the dean, and he has not been found until now.” Dr. Sun stood at the door, as if encouraging Chen Ge to go in and check.

"The second dean disappeared after only seven days of work? It seems that the dean of this hospital is still a high-risk occupation." Chen Ge avoided the blood stains on the ground: "I am curious how many hospitals there are in this hospital. long."

"Counting the agents and temporary appointments, this hospital has a total of seven deans, and the seventh dean is the most unfortunate." Dr. Sun will answer all questions.

"Why is the seventh dean the most unfortunate? Did he die the most painful?"

"Because he has been working in this hospital until now." After Dr. Sun finished tapping his finger on the door, whenever the knock on the door sounded, the ticking sound from Doctor Gao's watch would be much weaker.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Chen Ge held a glass jar with a heart and pushed open the door of the second dean's office.

The layout of the house is very simple, there is nothing special at first glance, but after entering it, Chen Ge smelled the pungent odor again.

He flipped the contents of the house and finally saw a glass jar on the bookshelf. The jar contained a person's facial features.

The eyes, nose, ears and other organs were soaked in the liquid full of black silk threads. The strangest thing was that when Chen Ge approached, those eyeballs looked at him at the same time.

"Why are there jars in the second dean's office?" Chen Ge said he was going to get the glass jar, but Dr. Sun stopped him.

"Don't mess with the contents of the house." Dr. Sun whispered, "You just need to see and remember. Don't take away the contents every time you enter a room."

"Doctor Sun, do all the directors of this hospital have a hobby of organ collection?"

"Do you really think so?" Dr. Sun glanced at the door with his left light. After he found that Dr. Gao had not followed in, he said as quickly as possible: "There are seven glass jars in the house of the seven deans. A glass jar divides a patient equally according to the weight of the soul, and the patient's number is the same as yours."