The soil on the top of the secret room kept falling off. Chen Ge felt very unsafe in this place, as if it would collapse at any time.
With nothing else to gain, Chen Ge prepared to leave: "The door connecting the two worlds usually appears for one minute at midnight. I don't know if the out-of-control door still retains this feature. I can come in and take a look next time.
look."
The police sealed the secret room but did not discover the secret of the door. It was probably because of the time delay. After all, the police are also human beings. Who would run into the secret room where the crime occurred at twelve o'clock in the evening?
Calling Xu Yin, Chen Ge climbed out of the secret room, closed the wooden board, and restored the closet.
Looking at the various handicrafts placed in the house, and then thinking about the thick plush doll coat in the iron cage in the secret room, Chen Ge felt a little complicated: "Despair is something that is born, and living is hard enough.
Why do you still do these meaningless things?”
After checking the house again and confirming that nothing was found, Chen Ge climbed out of the bathroom window and closed the window without glass.
"I have completed the hearse trial mission, returned the electric car, and checked the secret room of Jiang Long's house. All the things to be done have been done, and it's time to go back." Chen Ge looked at his watch. It was now three o'clock in the morning, and it was dark.
The deepest time.
"Drive the hearse back before dawn. If you meet the traffic police after dawn, it will be troublesome." The black mobile phone said that it is best for the hearse to go on the road after twelve o'clock on a rainy night. Chen Ge kept this in mind.
, he didn’t want his car to be impounded by the police the first time he took it on the road.
Fan Cong's family lived on the top floor. Chen Ge thought it would be troublesome to go up and downstairs, so he took out his cell phone and prepared to say hello to Fan Cong before leaving.
As soon as the phone was connected, it only rang once, and Fan Cong's voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Brother! Why did you smash someone's window? Didn't you agree that you were just going to have a look?"
"I've checked around, but there's no surveillance." Chen Ge stood by the building with his bag. The rain was about to stop.
"No! What does this have to do with surveillance?"
"I also want to solve the murder case. The families of the victims shed tears every day. What's more important is that if the murderer is not caught, new victims will appear soon. Think about it, you are living in such fear, aren't you afraid?
?And if I smash a piece of glass, I can save one or even several lives. Compared with human lives, is a piece of broken glass important?"
What Chen Ge said about Fan Cong had nothing to refute. He thought about it for a while and felt that it really made sense.
"By the way, I hung up the phone on purpose before I smashed the glass. How did you know?" Chen Ge is a person who pays great attention to details. His calmness and caution are also the reasons why he has survived so many trial missions.
"I've been watching you upstairs. If something happens to you, I'm going to call the police."
After Fan Cong finished speaking on the phone, Chen Ge raised his head and looked towards Fan Cong's house.
There was a faint light coming from a room on the left side of the top floor of the building opposite. Fan Cong was standing at the window. He was holding his mobile phone. When he saw Chen Ge looking up, he waved to Chen Ge specifically.
"Boss Chen, I really admire you. You dared to run into a haunted house alone at two or three in the morning. You are awesome." Fan Cong talked for a long time, but there was no response from Chen Ge on the phone.
He stood on the top of the building and looked downstairs. Chen Song put his mobile phone to his ear. His body seemed to be petrified. He stood there blankly and kept looking up.
"Boss Chen? What are you talking about?" Fan Cong saw something strange happening to Chen Ge, and he panicked inexplicably: "Don't scare me! Are you possessed by an evil spirit? Damn it! I told you not to go there!"
"Don't talk yet." Chen Ge's voice came from the mobile phone. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but Fan Cong felt that Chen Ge's voice seemed a little different from before.
"What's wrong?"
"Keep this position and don't move. Be careful, don't look back!"
It was the first time that Fan Cong heard Chen Ge speak in such a stern tone, so he quickly agreed: "Okay, I won't look back."
He said he wouldn't look back, but he couldn't help but want to look back in his heart. Fan Cong felt a chill rushing down his spine and into his brain.
"Boss Chen, is there something behind me?"
"It's okay. Now stretch the hand holding the phone back a little."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, further back, okay, this is the position. Hold it, don't move."
Chen Ge stood downstairs, his pupils narrowed to a single point, and he stared straight at the room where Fan Cong was.
Faint light shone from inside the house. Fan Cong stood at the window, clutching his pajamas in one hand, and holding his cell phone in the other hand behind his head. Not far from his cell phone, stood a man.
Girl in red.
Black hair hangs down on the blood-red clothes. The child's face has no clear facial features, replaced by several black holes.
She has no eyes, nose, teeth, and her hands and feet are covered by red clothes. Her age, height, and appearance cannot be seen. Everything seems to be unknown.
"Red..."
"What clothes? Boss Chen, what happened? Don't scare me on purpose! I promise not to tell anyone about you smashing the glass!"
"Don't talk yet! Let me communicate with her." Chen Ge briefly organized his thoughts. The girl in red who suddenly appeared in Fan Cong's room was most likely Xiao Bu. Chen Ge had previously guessed that the child was hiding in
The deepest part of the game.
"All the children in the game are called Xiaobu. All tragedies happen to Xiaobu. There must be a reason." Chen Ge picked up the phone and first expressed his position: "Don't be impulsive. What do you need?
Whatever you get, you can tell me."
Neither Fan Cong nor the girl in red behind him moved in the bedroom, as if time had stood still.
Realizing that the girl had no intention of harming Fan Cong, Chen Ge continued: "I have never experienced your pain, so I can't say that I can fully understand you, but please give me a chance to help you. Maybe we can sit down and chat together.
Let’s talk.”
Fan Cong's body was trembling. When he listened to what Chen Ge said on the phone, he felt that either he was crazy or Chen Ge was crazy: "Brother, who are you talking to?"
Chen Ge ignored Fan Cong. He himself did not dare to stay alone with a stranger in red without any protection, but Fan Cong did it.
"I have met many children like you. Maybe their experiences are not worth mentioning compared to yours, but at least with my help, they have found the direction of life again." Chen Ge has played Xiaobu's game.
He rummaged around in his backpack, took out a very old mobile phone, and called out the mobile phone Ghost Tongtong.
"Did you see the child next to me? He is in that little game. You should know his story. I helped him fulfill his wish and punished those who hurt him. You can ask him about these things."
The facts were in front of him, and the mobile phone ghost also understood that it was time to show off. He nodded and tried to show a happy smile, but it seemed that because he had not smiled for a long time, his smile was a bit ugly.
Listening to Chen Ge's words on the phone, Fan Cong looked at the empty ground next to Chen Ge: "What do you mean? Why is there another one? How many people are there in my room now?"
Chen Ge summoned the phone ghost. The girl in red seemed to have seen Tongtong before. She tilted her head to one side, thought for a while, and raised her sleeves.
You can't see your hands, you can only see the blood-red sleeves waving a few times towards the window.
After a while, blood began to seep out of the window of Fan Cong's house, and the blood formed a few words - If you come to Liwan again, you will die...