Chapter 510 The Monster Behind the Door

"Don't look, it can't be opened at all. We have tried various methods." Qian Jin hurriedly hurriedly caught up with Gao Ming: "Don't make too much noise during the day. Master sees something wrong, be careful he will destroy you all."

"I doubt that the three of you old players together can't even have the courage." Xu De curled his lips: "You were just sleeping in the house last night, not daring to do this or that. Are you? Want to live here forever?”

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." Qian Jin put his hand on Gao Ming's shoulder: "Brother, Zhi Ge and I have a plan that we hope you will participate in. If there is no problem with our cooperation this time, we can form a team of four in the future. "

Qian Jin saw the potential in Gao Ming and extended an olive branch.

"What's the plan?"

"It's not too difficult." Qian Jin's voice became very low: "This iron door cannot be opened, but room 3009 and the cellar are both wooden doors. I want you to attract the owner of the house after nightfall. Attention, buy us time to break through those two doors."

"How long will it take?" Gao Ming frowned.

Qian Jin looked at Fool, who was much stronger than ordinary people, as if he was looking at a "treasure", but he knew that Fool seemed to only listen to Gao Fang's orders: "If Zhi Ge and Fool cooperate, they can definitely split the wooden door with an ax within one minute." ”

"Are we going to risk our lives for one minute?" Xu De rolled his eyes.

"Little bastard, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. Just lie down and lie down." Qian Jin glanced at Xu Deyi with a smile, not caring about him at all.

"The snowman hasn't been found yet. It will definitely take action tonight. Maybe we can use it and the climbers to delay time." Gao Ming made a very dangerous suggestion.

"Are you so crazy?" Qian Jin hesitated: "Aren't you afraid of screwing up? Being chased by the owner of the house and the ghost at the same time?"

"Death is inevitable anyway, it's better to die more heroically." Gao Ming leaned forward. His five senses had improved substantially in the nightmare. Through the iron door, he vaguely seemed to hear the sound of deep breathing: "Bai Huang said She spent the night in the woodshed last night, and then went to East Lake. I suspect that she may have communicated with the things in this strange house, and maybe she knows something."

"She values ​​you very much. Maybe you can try to persuade her to join us." Qian Jin looked at the snow melting in his palms: "After dinner in the evening, go back to the room and knock on the door three times as a secret signal for connection."

"good."

After Qian came in, Gao Ming asked Fool to take Xu De, who was about to freeze, back to the manor, and he walked toward East Lake alone.

The barren hills outside the manor were covered with pine trees, and there were thick pine needles under the snow, making it impossible to see the road.

"The sign points this way."

The branches were bent overhead by the weight of snow. After entering the dense forest, the light became layered and mottled, and the temperature dropped sharply.

"What's that?"

After walking more than ten meters, Gao Ming saw the child's torn clothes on a pine tree. A few meters away, he discovered moldy cotton wool and the shriveled face of the doll.

"It's freezing cold. Things shouldn't get moldy if they are left to dry outside. Was this doll brought from the manor?" Gao Ming picked up the doll's face and frowned slightly. It was really ugly.

"Who dismembered it and hung it here?" Looking at the other pine trees, Gao Ming found that the torn off left hand of a rag doll was tied to another tree branch not far away. Farther away, a rag doll was floating in the wind. The right hand swings.

Moving step by step, Gao Ming removed various parts of the doll's body, including the cheeks, limbs, and moldy stuffing. He deviated from the road and walked nearly a hundred meters. Finally, he picked up a black wig in a tree hole.

After he put the wig on the doll's head, he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled. He turned around and saw a little girl who looked like a porcelain doll appearing behind him at some point.

The little girl was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and was wrapped tightly. She looked very cute, but her face and hands were frighteningly white.

"Kid, is this doll...yours?" Gao Ming handed the assembled doll to the girl. She hugged it with both hands and stared blankly at the doll's face, as if she was accepting her own soul.

The pale skin slowly turned red, and the girl's empty eyes became focused. She looked at Gao Ming with a wary gaze at first, and then slowly relaxed.

"Thank you, but I can't show up during the day, as it will cause trouble for my brother." The little girl's voice was low, and she looked introverted and shy.

"Brother?" Gao Ming squatted down. He had heard the story of the owner of the house and asked subconsciously: "Does your brother live in the manor next door?"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Does he like to wear a robe, play the violin, and often carry a shotgun..."

"Not him!"

Before Gao Ming finished describing it, the little girl seemed to be frightened and interrupted Gao Ming with a scream.

Holding the doll tightly with both arms, the girl lowered her head. There was faint blood flowing out from the joints of her arms, lower abdomen and belly. The location of the wound was exactly the same as the place where the doll was torn.

"The man who lived in the manor was not my brother, but a bad guy. It suddenly appeared and destroyed everything." The little girl seemed unable to bear the pain, squatted down, and told Gao Ming a different story.

"My family and I used to live in that big house. My father was gentle and responsible, and my mother was beautiful. Even though she was not in good health, she still took good care of my brother and me. We were the happiest family." The girl's voice revealed. Longing, some memories seem to make me happy just by mentioning them: "This doll was also sewn by my mother and given to me."

"Who was so cruel to tear it apart?" Gao Ming was a little curious.

"The manor where my family lives was left by my grandfather. My father and mother transformed it into a resort. The two lower floors are for guests, and we live on the third floor." The little girl did not answer Gao Ming's question. There was not much emotion in her voice: "As for the fourth floor, when my grandfather was alive, we were not allowed to enter at all. One time, my brother took me in to play, and my grandfather beat him up after he knew it."

"It was probably last winter when my grandfather passed away. My brother went to the fourth floor with my father to sort out my grandfather's relics." There was a trace of fear in the girl's eyes: "Later, my father carried my brother out. He said that my brother seemed to have opened a door on the fourth floor. Although he found it in time and closed it, something still ran out."

"Could it be that the owner of the house in the manor now is the dirty thing that ran out of the door at the beginning?" Gao Ming's eyes flashed with surprise. The little girl's story was completely different from the owner's.

"Well! Everyone's death is related to him!" The bloodstains on the little girl's body were still increasing, and her cute face became more and more scary.