My House of Horrors - Chapter 442

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The door was open, and the old man stood beyond it—there was befuddlement in his eyes . "Am I not dead?"

Chen Ge had seen this old man before, also within Morgue No . 8 . His body had been just next to Liu Zhengyi . Soaked in formalin, he had looked so peaceful, completely different from how he was now .

Looks like everyone in Morgue No . 8 retains their memory and personality . They are not affected by the blood world .

The world behind the door was filled with many negative emotions . Staying here for a long time would cause one to be assimilated into it, and only those with strongest conviction would be able to survive .

It was that way for Liu Zhengyi, whom Chen Ge had run into earlier . When he heard his student was bullied, he prepared to stand up for the student . It should be the same for this old man . Combined with what happened to Liu Zhengyi, Chen Ge understood something . Perhaps the blood world cannot assimilate them, so it forcibly controls them every few hours to make them forget certain things to preserve the order here .

Chen Ge was a calm man, and another observation appeared in his mind .

Compared to mind-controlling them, killing them should be easier, but the blood world didn't do that . There is no pity or protection here, and since they're still alive until now, this means that they serve some purpose!





The monsters referred to him as a doctor, be it Liu Zhengyi or this gentleman, they should be the best in their respective field . The owner of the door sounds like he's trying to revive someone . He kept these two doctors alive probably to aid him in completing that revival experiment .

Through the conversation of the two monsters and the clues gathered, Chen Ge came to a conclusion .

The two monsters refused to interact with the old gentleman because they were afraid of trouble, but it's different for me .

Chen Ge placed the white cat and hammer into his backpack and walked along the corridor openly .

Hearing his footsteps, the old gentleman slowly raised his head . When he saw Chen Ge, he was startled like he had seen a ghost .

I wonder how I look like in their eyes . Chen Ge walked to the old man and asked politely, "Sir, I have a few words to discuss with you—can you give me a few minutes of your time?"

"It should be lecture time now . Which class are you from?" The old gentleman glanced at Chen Ge a few more times like he was slowly getting used to the sight, and his expression returned to normal .

"Sir, I heard your conversation with the two people earlier," Chen Ge said directly . He did not plan to waste any more time .

"So what? You think I'm mad?" The old man held the door and prepared to return to his room .

"You're not mad . Actually, you're indeed dead . " When Chen Ge said that, the whole corridor became quiet . He could clearly hear the sound of the blood flowing through the vessels . The old gentleman focused his gaze on Chen Ge . He did not speak but nodded slightly and allowed Chen Ge to follow him into the room . Chen Ge did what he was told . Morgue No . 4 was a small morgue . Due to wiring, Morgue No . 4 had stopped being used, and it had been turned into a sample room .


The door closed, but the old gentleman still did not say a thing . He walked to the racks that carried multiple samples . Chen Ge did not know what the old man was up to, but he still followed him silently .

The old man led Chen Ge to the inner part of the racks . "If you have something to say, we can discuss it here—this place is hidden from outside view . "

Chen Ge nodded . "Sir, can you describe what I look like in your eyes?"





"Your features are placed at impossible places . The fact that you're alive is a miracle," the old man said directly .

"Then how do the surrounding walls and racks look in your eyes?"

"The walls?" The old man knew that Chen Ge was hinting at something . "They are painted white and look new . "

"Do you know how they look in my eyes?" Chen Ge pointed at them . "Their surface is covered with a transparent membrane, blood vessels of varying sizes run through them, and they pulse like living organs . "

Then Chen Ge pointed at his face . "The world in my eyes is the real one . I believe you've noticed that already . "

The stronger one's will, the harder it was to control them behind the door . The old gentleman was this type of individual . He was not influenced by the negative emotions, and while he fought with the blood world, he slowly got tipped off to certain things .

"I know you might not be able to accept this so suddenly, but that is the truth . " Chen Ge had a close watch on the old man . Once he acted strangely, Chen Ge would act quickly . "I saw you once in Morgue No . 8 at the underground morgue . Your real body is soaked inside formalin, and you look peaceful . "

"You mean, I'm not only dead, but I've also donated my body to the university?" The old man tried to force himself to remember . He did remember something, but right then, things changed . Blood vessels leaked out from the walls and ground—they charged at the old gentleman all at once . Chen Ge had seen this before, so he came prepared . When they appeared, he took out his hammer and beat them off .

However, more blood came from the surrounding . There were so many of them that it was scary .

"Sir! Think about what you've done in the past! Everything you see is fake!" He protected the old man from the encroaching threat, but Chen Ge only managed that for a few seconds . There was heavy breathing from the outside corridor—'security' had been informed as well .

"What I've done in the past?" The old man's eyes glowed, but right then, the blood vessels slid past Chen Ge and attacked the old man . The man's eyes changed between red and white, his expression one of torment . Just as he was about to collapse, his body reacted like it had been programmed to do so . At the height of pain, he reached his arm into his sleeve . In the end, the old man failed to resist the control . When the blood vessels disappeared, he collapsed to the ground weakly .

"Sir?" Chen Ge squatted down to help the old man up from the ground . "Can you remember who I am?"

Holding his chest, the old man stood up from the ground . He looked at Chen Ge blankly and shook his head . Then, he appeared like he had remembered something and pulled down his sleeve . On his thin wrist, there were plenty of wounds gouged out by nails .

He looked at the latest wound and asked, "When did the new scar appear?"