"What the hell happened in this place?" Jones muttered in his heart. As soon as the boy opened the door, he realized something was wrong.
Just as he was hesitating whether to ask the person down, a woman was already standing quietly at the door. "What are you doing with my husband?" Jones looked up, and a woman with very heavy dark circles in front of her eyes and skinny bones stood at the door.
Her skin was pale and almost transparent, her eyes were empty, she was weak when she spoke, and she looked sick.
You can still notice that there are several obvious scars on her neck. Although part of her collar is covered, some clues can still be seen. "Hello, I want to ask some questions about mentally ill patients. I wonder if the doctor is convenient for informing me?" Jones tried to make his tone look polite.
In Jones's opinion, even if it is weird and he is polite, the other party may not be in a hurry to take action.
The woman was silent for a few seconds, her eyes looked at Jones, as if she had judged something, and she slowly said, "My husband has not returned from home, you can come in and wait for him."
Jones wanted to refuse, but he could realize that he might have just this opportunity, and it might be difficult to find clues if he missed it.
Thinking of this, he walked into the house with his teeth.
As soon as I stepped into the door, the door behind me closed with a "click".
Jones might not be afraid if it was just closed.
But what he was afraid of was that this woman was next to him, but who closed the door?
Are there other ‘people’ here?
Without time to think about it, Jones followed the woman into the room.
At this time, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, as if the connection with the outside world was completely cut off, as if entering a special area.
The last time Jones felt this way, he came to the cave of the Black-eyed Worm.
This is the association ability that God should have instinctively.
The layout of the living room is simple, but there is a weirdness everywhere.
There are many photo frames on the table. Jones glanced at it and found that there were five photo frames in total, three of which were placed and two slapped.
The three placed there can be seen, which is a photo of the doctor's family of three.
In the corner was an old clock, but the hand stopped at midnight and did not move.
Jones began to feel a little ‘daily’ again.
He is one of the few chosen ones who can get in touch with that scene.
What made Jones most uneasy was the kid.
He sat on the sofa, holding a worn-out puppet in his hand, but his eyes were always staring at Jones, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth. "Uncle, are you cold?"
The child suddenly spoke, his voice so cold that he didn't have any feelings.
At this moment, the woman suddenly looked over and stared at Jones.
Jones could detect that there was a pit here, and he might die if he answered the wrong answer.
At this moment, Jones's eyes quickly searched for clues in the room.
He saw a thermometer hanging on the wall, and the thermometer showed that it was 22 degrees.
Jones forced a smile: "It's okay, it's not cold."
After saying this, the dangerous atmosphere at the scene was eased a little. Instead of staring at Jones, the woman brought a cup of tea and handed it to Jones: "Please use."
Jones took the tea cup, but found that the tea was black and exuded a strange smell. Some "living creatures" even squirmed in the tea, which looked very scary.
He has begun to understand that his senses are wrong in this place, and what he feels is a certain gap with "reality".
Just just now, the temperature on the thermometer was 22 degrees, but he felt very cold, so he would not violate any rules based on the temperature on the thermometer as the standard answer.
Perhaps people outside enter here and don’t notice it, they can’t get out.
When Jones comes here, the surrounding "neighbors" will look at Jones with that look.
I have to say that after the strange help of the ghost, Jones' judgment began to improve.
The most important thing now is whether to drink this tea or not.
Every step into the door is a test of life and death.
Normally, in such a gloomy and weird place, there is also tea that looks abnormal, so it is the best choice not to drink it.
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But the problem is that Jones just judged that after his senses entered a certain area, they had already made an error, so the black tea in front of him might not be like this.
So what is the purpose of this woman handing herself tea?
Jones quickly searched for clues in the room, but unfortunately, there were no obvious prompts in the room this time.
At this time, Jones looked at the child sitting next to him and had a plan.
I saw him pick up the tea and slowly put it to his mouth.
The child began to frown. Jones did not drink it, but put it aside again. The child's brows stretched and even began to look forward to it.
The next second, Jones seemed to have made up some determination and directly stuffed the tea, swallowing the "living thing" that could wriggle inside.
This scared the audience very much, thinking that Jones really drank.
In the world of strange talk, after Jones finished drinking, he felt something moving in his stomach, as if he had eaten a lot of living insects.
Jones suppressed the feeling of his stomach turbulently, and there seemed to be countless tiny insects squirming in his throat, so he was so uncomfortable that he almost coughed.
A fine cold sweat oozed out from his forehead and his fingers trembled slightly, but he still tried to keep his face calm, and even squeezed out a smile, as if all he had just drank was just a cup of ordinary tea. "It tastes pretty good." Jones said reluctantly, his voice a little hoarse.
His eyes swept to the little boy and found that the other party was staring at him with resentment, with a cold anger in his empty eyes, as if Jones had done something unforgivable.
Seeing his expression, Jones thought to himself: Sure enough, I guessed it right
He quickly analyzed the situation in front of him, and the little boy was inducing him to break the rules from the beginning.
When drinking tea, Jones observes what he does to make the little boy ‘satisfied’.
If he doesn't drink, the little boy will be "satisfied" and he will not be satisfied. Then the other way around is to do it.
But the problem is, what is the purpose of the little boy inducing himself to break the rules? What is his purpose?
Is it to protect some kind of secret, or to make me a ‘part’ here?
A thought flashed through Jones' mind, maybe many people have come to this house, and they have stayed here forever because they violated the rules.
This is why, when I was at the door, there were so many people discussing it.
Fear is not the solution, so you have to find a psychiatrist first.
He turned to look at the woman and tried to ask, "When will your husband come back?"
(This chapter ends)