"What on earth happened in this place?"
Jones muttered to himself, he already knew something was wrong as soon as the little boy opened the door.
Just as he was hesitating whether to ask passers-by, a woman was already standing quietly at the door.
"What do you want with my husband?"
Jones looked up and saw a skinny woman with dark circles under her eyes standing at the door.
Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, her eyes were empty, and she spoke weakly and looked sickly.
If you look closely, you can see that there are several obvious scars on her neck. Although they are partially covered by the collar, some clues can still be seen.
"Hello, I would like to ask you something about the condition of mental patients. Doctor, is it convenient for you to tell me?" Jones tried his best to make his tone sound polite.
In Jones's opinion, even if it was weird, if he showed some courtesy, the other party might not rush to take action.
The woman was silent for a few seconds, looking at Jones. She seemed to have made a judgment, and then she said slowly, "My husband has not returned yet. You can come in and wait for him."
Jones wanted to refuse, but he could sense that this might be his only chance, and if he missed it, it would be difficult to find clues.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and walked into the house.
As soon as I stepped through the door, the door behind me closed with a click.
If it were just about closing the door, Jones might not be afraid.
But what he was afraid of was that the woman was right next to him, but who closed the door?
Is there other 'people' here?
Without thinking too much, Jones followed the woman into the room.
This is the associative ability that an old chosen one should instinctively have.
The layout of the living room is simple, but there is a sense of weirdness everywhere.
There were many photo frames on the table. Jones took a quick look and saw five photo frames in total, three of which were placed on the table and two were lying flat.
The three photos displayed are photos of the doctor’s family of three.
There was an old clock in the corner, but the hands stopped at midnight, motionless.
Jones began to feel a sense of déjà vu again.
He is one of the few chosen ones who can have access to that scene.
What disturbed Jones most was the child.
He sat on the sofa, holding a tattered rag doll in his arms, but his eyes were always fixed on Jones, with a weird smile on his lips.
"Uncle, are you cold?"
The child suddenly spoke, his voice cold and without a trace of emotion.
At this moment, the woman suddenly looked over and stared at Jones.
Jones could sense that there was a trap here and if he answered incorrectly he might die.
At this moment, Jones' eyes quickly searched the house for clues.
He saw a thermometer hanging on the wall, which 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 eased a little.
The woman did not continue to stare at Jones. Instead, she brought a cup of tea and handed it to Jones: "Please have it."
Jones took the teacup, but found that the tea was black and had a strange smell. There was even some "living creature" squirming in the tea, which looked very scary.
He had begun to understand that his senses were wrong in this place, and there was a certain gap between what he felt and 'reality'.
Just like just now, the temperature on the thermometer was 22 degrees, but he felt very cold. Then if he used the temperature on the thermometer as the standard answer, he would not break any rules.
Maybe people from outside came in here and didn't notice, so they couldn't get out.
When Jones came here, the 'neighbors' around him looked at him with that kind of eyes.
It must be said that after the ghost's strange help, Jones's judgment began to improve.
The most important thing now is whether to drink this tea or not.
Every step you take inside is a test of life and death.
Normally, in such a gloomy and strange place, with tea that looks abnormal, the best option is not to drink it.
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But the problem is, Jones just judged that his senses had gone wrong after entering a certain area, so the black tea he saw in front of him might not be the 'real' one.
So what was the purpose of this woman handing him the tea?
Jones quickly searched the room for clues, but unfortunately, there were no obvious clues in the room this time.
At this time, Jones looked at the child sitting next to him and came up with an idea.
I saw him pick up the tea and slowly put it to his mouth.
The child began to frown, but Jones did not drink it and put it aside. The child's brows relaxed and he even began to look forward to it.
The next second, Jones seemed to have made up his mind and drank the tea in one gulp, swallowing even the squirming "living thing" inside.
This scared the audience, and they thought Jones was really drinking.
In the world of ghost stories, after Jones finished drinking it, he felt something moving in his stomach, as if he had eaten a lot of live worms.
Jones tried hard to suppress the feeling of his stomach churning. It felt like countless tiny worms were wriggling in his throat, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost coughed.
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead and his fingers trembled slightly, but he still tried to keep his face calm and even forced a smile, as if he had just drunk just a cup of ordinary tea.
"It tastes good," Jones said reluctantly, his voice a little hoarse.
He glanced at the little boy and found that he was staring at him with resentment. There was 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 right
He quickly analyzed the situation before him. The little boy had been tempting him to break the rules from the very beginning.
While drinking tea, Jones observed what he could do to make the little boy "satisfied".
If he doesn't drink, the little boy will be 'satisfied' and then he can't be satisfied, so just do the opposite.
But the question is, why did the little boy induce himself to break the rules? What was his purpose?
Is it to protect some secret, or to make me a 'part' of this place?
A thought flashed through Jones' mind: perhaps many people had come to this house before, and they all stayed here forever because they broke the rules.
This is also why there were so many people discussing it when I was at the door.
Being afraid is not a solution. You need to find a psychiatrist first.
He turned to look at the woman and tried to ask, "Excuse me, when will your husband be home?"
Jones muttered to himself, he already knew something was wrong as soon as the little boy opened the door.
Just as he was hesitating whether to ask passers-by, a woman was already standing quietly at the door.
"What do you want with my husband?"
Jones looked up and saw a skinny woman with dark circles under her eyes standing at the door.
Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, her eyes were empty, and she spoke weakly and looked sickly.
If you look closely, you can see that there are several obvious scars on her neck. Although they are partially covered by the collar, some clues can still be seen.
"Hello, I would like to ask you something about the condition of mental patients. Doctor, is it convenient for you to tell me?" Jones tried his best to make his tone sound polite.
In Jones's opinion, even if it was weird, if he showed some courtesy, the other party might not rush to take action.
The woman was silent for a few seconds, looking at Jones. She seemed to have made a judgment, and then she said slowly, "My husband has not returned yet. You can come in and wait for him."
Jones wanted to refuse, but he could sense that this might be his only chance, and if he missed it, it would be difficult to find clues.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and walked into the house.
As soon as I stepped through the door, the door behind me closed with a click.
If it were just about closing the door, Jones might not be afraid.
But what he was afraid of was that the woman was right next to him, but who closed the door?
Is there other 'people' here?
Without thinking too much, Jones followed the woman into the room.
This is the associative ability that an old chosen one should instinctively have.
The layout of the living room is simple, but there is a sense of weirdness everywhere.
There were many photo frames on the table. Jones took a quick look and saw five photo frames in total, three of which were placed on the table and two were lying flat.
The three photos displayed are photos of the doctor’s family of three.
There was an old clock in the corner, but the hands stopped at midnight, motionless.
Jones began to feel a sense of déjà vu again.
He is one of the few chosen ones who can have access to that scene.
What disturbed Jones most was the child.
He sat on the sofa, holding a tattered rag doll in his arms, but his eyes were always fixed on Jones, with a weird smile on his lips.
"Uncle, are you cold?"
The child suddenly spoke, his voice cold and without a trace of emotion.
At this moment, the woman suddenly looked over and stared at Jones.
Jones could sense that there was a trap here and if he answered incorrectly he might die.
At this moment, Jones' eyes quickly searched the house for clues.
He saw a thermometer hanging on the wall, which 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 eased a little.
The woman did not continue to stare at Jones. Instead, she brought a cup of tea and handed it to Jones: "Please have it."
Jones took the teacup, but found that the tea was black and had a strange smell. There was even some "living creature" squirming in the tea, which looked very scary.
He had begun to understand that his senses were wrong in this place, and there was a certain gap between what he felt and 'reality'.
Just like just now, the temperature on the thermometer was 22 degrees, but he felt very cold. Then if he used the temperature on the thermometer as the standard answer, he would not break any rules.
Maybe people from outside came in here and didn't notice, so they couldn't get out.
When Jones came here, the 'neighbors' around him looked at him with that kind of eyes.
It must be said that after the ghost's strange help, Jones's judgment began to improve.
The most important thing now is whether to drink this tea or not.
Every step you take inside is a test of life and death.
Normally, in such a gloomy and strange place, with tea that looks abnormal, the best option is not to drink it.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
But the problem is, Jones just judged that his senses had gone wrong after entering a certain area, so the black tea he saw in front of him might not be the 'real' one.
So what was the purpose of this woman handing him the tea?
Jones quickly searched the room for clues, but unfortunately, there were no obvious clues in the room this time.
At this time, Jones looked at the child sitting next to him and came up with an idea.
I saw him pick up the tea and slowly put it to his mouth.
The child began to frown, but Jones did not drink it and put it aside. The child's brows relaxed and he even began to look forward to it.
The next second, Jones seemed to have made up his mind and drank the tea in one gulp, swallowing even the squirming "living thing" inside.
This scared the audience, and they thought Jones was really drinking.
In the world of ghost stories, after Jones finished drinking it, he felt something moving in his stomach, as if he had eaten a lot of live worms.
Jones tried hard to suppress the feeling of his stomach churning. It felt like countless tiny worms were wriggling in his throat, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost coughed.
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead and his fingers trembled slightly, but he still tried to keep his face calm and even forced a smile, as if he had just drunk just a cup of ordinary tea.
"It tastes good," Jones said reluctantly, his voice a little hoarse.
He glanced at the little boy and found that he was staring at him with resentment. There was 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 right
He quickly analyzed the situation before him. The little boy had been tempting him to break the rules from the very beginning.
While drinking tea, Jones observed what he could do to make the little boy "satisfied".
If he doesn't drink, the little boy will be 'satisfied' and then he can't be satisfied, so just do the opposite.
But the question is, why did the little boy induce himself to break the rules? What was his purpose?
Is it to protect some secret, or to make me a 'part' of this place?
A thought flashed through Jones' mind: perhaps many people had come to this house before, and they all stayed here forever because they broke the rules.
This is also why there were so many people discussing it when I was at the door.
Being afraid is not a solution. You need to find a psychiatrist first.
He turned to look at the woman and tried to ask, "Excuse me, when will your husband be home?"
