On Wednesday morning, the Victoria City Amusement Park was unusually empty under the lazy winter sun, and there were no visitors in sight.

After buying two tickets to play, Dean and Adam drove through carousels, pirate ships, roller coasters, and other traditional attractions to the front of the Destination Horror House.

The entrance to the gate was dark and flattened, with white fangs inlaid around it, like the open mouth of a monster.

The top two searchlight-sized eyeballs emitted a dark red glow, and the prismatic skeletal nose hole under the eyes kept coming out with a strange laugh, a human screaming in terror, and a cool wind.

With lighting and special effects, the eerie atmosphere floating outside the horror house is prohibitive.

"After all these years, this horror house with the main theme of hell has not changed much, and I don't even know why I went in the first place." Adam looked down at the dark red carpet leading to the "Big Mouth of Blood" with a complicated look in his eyes, like a monster's outstretched tongue.

On the top of the tongue, a line of text is written crookedly in black English letters - "Welcome to Taste Hell".

"You can hear you, you were frightened?" Dean glanced curiously into the darkness, saying that it was a pity that he had never been in a horror room in his previous life or in his life.

But now that his will attribute is not human, it is not easy to be scared.

"Well, after escaping from it, I had a serious illness," Adam still complains even after more than ten years, "and that bastard left me in the hospital to be cared for by a nurse, and continued to do research at the school himself." ”

"Why is a father so cruel to his son? I cried and asked him for a long time, and he only told me to be strong as a man, especially for us White Family. ”

Adam shook his head and sighed,

"From that day on, I was so disappointed in William, I did everything he said, I was addicted to pleasure, I wasted my studies, I became a gangster, and I didn't do my job all day long."

After listening to this, a sentence flashed in Dean's mind - a happy childhood heals a lifetime, an unhappy childhood heals a lifetime, "So do you dare to go in and relive the old dream now?" ”

"Whew... Suck... I try to... Let's go, William probably left the clue in the third project. ”

Adam declined the explanation and companionship of the cloaked man at the door of the horror house, and led the way into "hell".

Dean followed, the light dimmed, and the walls on either side of the entrance began to retract inward, eventually shrinking into a tunnel of uneven walls.

Darkness rolled in like a tide, and with it, the temperature dropped several degrees, and an icy chill came.

This hell is very different from the large funnel-shaped hell of the West that Dean expected in Dante's Divine Comedy.

Its outermost layer is a circle of tunnels, and dim flickering lights illuminate the faces of men, women, old people, young people, and children embedded in the walls on both sides.

No hair, eyebrows, beard.

Only the gray facial features like cement are glaring in horror, or opening their mouths and baring their teeth, twisted together, diffusing deep and suppressed pain, like a group of statues of hellish beings with the theme of "pain".

Dean reached out and touched it, and the softening of these realistic faces were rubber imitations.

It's not interesting.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream exploded through the tunnel.

Adam's left hand, a still human face opened its eyes and glared at the two of them, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and roaring.

It's like a signal.

The faces of the motionless faces on the walls of the entire tunnel squirmed like a river, chanting in unison—

"Monastery!"

"Ember of suffering!"

"Melt in and listen to what I mean!"

……

Piercing and shrill screams echoed through the tunnel, and with the faces of wriggling people on the walls, the entire tunnel was terrifying like a lair of demons.

"This tunnel is called a monastery?"

But Dean just swept it away from God's perspective without changing his face.

Much of this horrific movement was made of mechanical equipment and loudspeakers on the ceiling.

Of the hundreds of faces, only three or four were real staff members playing tricks.

But a look of panic rose up on Adam's thin cheeks, and he gritted his teeth and pushed away the few hands sticking out of the wall, and trotted out of the wailing tunnel.

Dean followed him into a strange and extraordinary hall, with hundreds of dressing mirrors.

A terrified Adam stood in front of a dressing mirror at the entrance, the glass of which had been removed, leaving only a one-meter-eight tall frame, and an eerie humanoid statue standing in the frame.

He wore a black one-piece leather suit that covered his neck down, revealing a pale and gloomy man's face, the hard and smooth texture of his face was obvious, and he coldly mocked the passing tourists.

This is a wooden doll.

Dean looked in a trance, and the doll gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Where have you ever seen this style of dressing?

Before he could think about it, the leather-clad puppet suddenly opened its mouth and let out a grin, and a voice came from the loudspeaker on the ceiling overhead, "Welcome to the Thinking Cage and enjoy the mental torture and pain." ”

"So after the monastery, it's the turn of this hall called the Thinking Cage?"

"It's a weird hell."

Dean pondered and followed Adam forward.

Most of these mirrors are inverted mirrors, and the images of the two people are projected into a thousand strange arcs and ovals, but without exception, the corners of the figure's mouth twitch slightly, and the eyes are red, as if they are enduring uneasiness and pain.

And the surroundings of the humanoid silhouette were flooded with circles of red light, like blood mixed with water.

Di's familiarity grew stronger and stronger, and he paused and stopped in front of a frame.

In the frame stood another terrifying leather-clad figure, its ribs ripped open and its neck sliced open to reveal a dark red trachea and artery, its eyes stitched into a thread, and even its entire stiff cheek painfully deformed.

It's suffering some kind of punishment and torture.

Dean's eyes sank completely, and he finally caught the source of the familiarity—the same style of curiosity as the Monk of Hell he had met once!

A barely visited horror house in Columbus, with a spooky ghost inside that resembles the Monks of Hell.

Is it a coincidence?

No.

He scanned the entire cage of thought, the puppets in the frames were subjected to torture and torture—sitting on a blood-stained chair, ten fingers rolled up and nails removed; Hanging from the gallows with his neck around his neck, with another head under his feet, suffocating and struggling to maintain his balance...

Some of them were torn open by tweezers, and some were stripped of the skin of their legs.

They were tortured with a variety of torture instruments, and their expressions remained in varying degrees of sadness, pain, and began to deform.

Blood and wails lingered, and the whole hall felt like a nightmare in hell.

"Ahh

A scream.

Behind one of the frames, a leather-clad man with tears streaming down his cheeks and a circular saw in the middle of his cheek burst out, and he hugged Adam fiercely, desperately pulling it into the frame, his black eyeshadow eyes staring straight at Adam, and his nose, which was split in half by the circular saw, let out a frenzied cry,

"Come, enjoy the torture!"

"Get out!"

Adam pushed him away, bypassing a terrifying frame and breaking out of the mind cage.

Dean looked at the sawsaw man several times to make sure he was pretending to be a regular staff member, and then followed Adam into the next eerie space, with a corridor in the middle, flanked by separate rooms that looked like prison cells, but without guardrails, and were decorated in different brutal environments.

For example, in a blue pond there was a pale and sleek figure, who stretched out his hands outward, his face full of horror, and his feet swayed mechanically, making a splash, like an innocent man who was about to drown,

There are also decorated with crystal clear ice and snow, a person who is only wearing a black leather cloak, shivering in the ice and snow, his body is frozen out of the cracked porcelain-like cracks, revealing the bloody muscles inside.

Bang!

A red light suddenly erupted from outside the room Adam was passing by.

A row of flames erupted vertically upwards from the hole in the ground, tongues of fire licking the ceiling, extinguishing and rekindling, and the cycle repeated.

The leaping light of the fire shone on a third figure, and he fell to his knees like an ascetic, holding a small Bible book in his left hand, and wielding a leather whip with a cold glittering metal barb in his right hand, snapping his scarred back.

And all over his body, a large amount of plasma and tissue fluid oozed from the surface of countless pieces of skin, and the dermis and epidermis separated to form clusters of terrifying blisters, crimson burns, and even a charred carbonization layer.

Dean noticed that the title of the cover of the book he was holding was reddish-brown, and the title of the book was not "The Bible", but "The Scarlet Gospel".

Instead of a portrait of Jesus Christ, revered and beloved by the ascetics, hung on the wall he faced, but a jumble of red silhouettes.

Ahhh

The man screamed with a poetic rhyme, turned to Adam, two rows of blood and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed a cruel and tender, painful and happy smile,

"Heaven has fallen into hell!"

"There are no more angels and demons in hell, only boundless loneliness and pain!"

"No flames and no brimstone, only winter!"

"Pain is eternal, pain is the only order!"

"Come, enter the 'Personal Hell' and offer sacrifices to the great Lord of Hell!"

……

Ahh

Adam screamed and rushed forward under a wall at the end, hanging over, his hands on his knees and breathing heavily.

Tick-tock, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, which were as white as gold paper.

His bony body shook like a collapsing watchtower.

And Dean behind him swept his gaze at these lifelike "personal hells", all of which were puppets with megaphones and various ingenious mechanisms, but at a glance, these cruelly tortured puppets were no different from real people.

This place is definitely not suitable for underage adventures.

Dean shook his head and sighed,

"Adam, when you were a child, you were left alone by William in this kind of ghost place for two hours?"

"Hmm... Such a father is a jerk, right? A wry smile appeared on the corner of Adam's mouth, and he looked nervously left and right, "I can't say why, I've seen a lot of scenes from horror movies that are more terrifying and bloody than this, and I can face them, but I can't stand everything in this horror house... I always feel like..."

His tone became subtle, an unknown scarlet silhouette rose in his blue eyes, and miserable white saliva seeped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth,

"Everything in this hellish horror house is real somewhere, waiting for me to enter."

"It's going to lock me up, torture me, terrorize me, and never stop."

Adam's words landed.

The shallows jumped straight out of Dean's pocket, hovering behind Adam's back and gulping down the full amount of fear.

And Dean found that the progress of the incident had inexplicably skyrocketed to fifty percent.

Could it be that Adam was right?

Is this hellhouse based on a real exotic space?

So where would it be?

Di An'an couldn't help but think of his previous instinct - the puppets in this place were dressed in a way similar to the hunting style of the monks of hell.

This led him to an even bolder and terrifying speculation - the House of Horrors was also inspired by the Hell Monk's hometown, Leviathan Hell!

Thoughts together.

"William White's Secret Research" jumped to 55 percent.

Dean suppressed the bright light in his eyes, patted Adam's shoulder, and crossed a wave of life energy to stabilize the other party's emotions,

"This place has left you with a psychological shadow that you will never forget, that's why you reacted so much."

"Perhaps." Adam took a deep breath to calm his agitation, and looked up at a vent above the concrete wall, "Sorry for the delay, but I've been there, and I spent two hours in this 'personal hell' vent that night. ”

Dean swept the tunnel-like vent with God's perspective.

Sure enough, just at the second turn of the vent, a dusty black suitcase lay quietly.

Dean then used his telekinesis to take it out of the grill of the vent and handed it to Adam, "It's a little heavy, hold it steady." Do you go back and forth through the entire horror house to the end, or do you just go back the way you came? ”

Adam hesitated for a long time, his face flashing with struggle, fear, and finally resoluteness.

"Walking..."

Then pass through an egg-shaped hall called the "Prayer Room", a terrifying "labyrinth" of prisons that splits into countless rooms.

The process is similar to the previous one, hiding all kinds of strange people in black leather styles, jumping out in unexpected ways.

Adam was covered in a cold sweat and almost fainted.

But holding on to the relics left by his father, he finally gritted his teeth and left the horror house smoothly.

……

Golden sunlight spilled down on the face.

The cold darkness, the blood-red glow, the cruel wails and torment were swept away.

Both of them turned their heads to look at the swarthy entrance, and they both had the joy of experiencing a painful reincarnation, escaping from hell back to the world, and turning from dead souls back to humans.

"Excuse me, the designer of this hellish house has a great name? I admire his creativity and plan to work with him. ”

Dean immediately found the other red-cloaked man guarding the exit,

"Unique, right?" The cloaked man laughs, "This is a well-known historian who has worked hard to design our amusement park." But unfortunately, due to non-disclosure agreements, we cannot reveal his name. ”

Dean looked stunned.

So, who else could this designer be other than the researcher of Leviathan Hell, William White?

He personally designed this hellish house to put his young children in great fear, and now he left his relics in it, which must have a deep meaning.

Dean confirmed the answer with telekinesis hints, and then followed Adam to a tree next to the Hell House, where Adam couldn't wait to open his handbag and see two snow-white envelopes, as well as three standard gold bricks and ten bundles of green knives hidden under the envelopes.

His mouth was wide open, his face incredulous.

"Tut, in January '82, the price of gold reached an unprecedented 1 ounce of more than 800 US dollars," Dean carried a gold brick and sighed, "Here are three standard gold bricks, 1,200 ounces, and you can get at least 960,000 dollars at once." Plus the 100,000 dollars of loose money. Adam, your father William left you a million dollars. ”

"This old thing always likes to complicate simple things!" Adam scolded and rubbed his reddened eyes, "Why don't you just give it to me, what if someone else takes it!?" ”

As he spoke, he opened the first letter that read "Please open this letter", Dean leaned over and flipped through it,

"I'm relieved, Adam, that you've finally learned to think calmly and rationally, and thus find out my legacy."

"But when you read this letter, it means that my plan has failed, and I am no longer alive."

"The rest of the words, be sure to keep in mind."

"After you get the suitcase in the Hell House, if out of fear, you choose to go back and exit the Hell House, then don't open the second letter, you don't have that courage."

"If you force it open, you will encounter something more terrible than entering this hellish house when you were seven years old, you will experience a day worse than death, and you will be tormented in fear for the rest of your life."

Dean's eyelids jumped, and Adam's fingers holding the letter tightened, holding his breath and continuing to read,

"It's not a curse, it's my last plea to you as a father, take this money, well, save some flowers, it's enough for you to spend a lifetime. Then he left Columbus City, changed his name and moved far away. ”

"To hell with it!" Adam cursed in a low voice, "You said you could move?!" ”

"But if you make it all the way to the house of horrors, reach the end, and return to the world. Then I admit that you have overcome the fears in your genes and deep in your soul and have the qualifications to know the truth. ”

"You can open the second letter."

Adam glanced at Dean, and in the other party's encouraging eyes, he firmly opened the second envelope—

"Adam White, my son, I'm so sorry that I've neglected you for years making up for a big mistake I've made. But you will always be one of my favorite people. ”

"I know you're curious about what this mistake is, so let's start with the origins of our White family, your grandfather."

"Adam, I never told you that your grandfather was not a human in the conventional sense."

"His birth originated from a dark history – the Leviathan Hell and the Hell Friars."

(End of chapter)