On Wednesday morning, under the lazy winter sunshine, the Victoria City Amusement Park was unusually empty, with few tourists in sight.
After Dean and Adam bought two free tickets, they walked non-stop through traditional projects such as the carousel, pirate ship, roller coaster, etc., and arrived at the destination horror house.
The entrance to the door is dark and has a wide and flat oval shape, with a circle of dense white fangs inlaid around it, like a monster's open mouth.
The two searchlight-sized eyeballs at the top emit a dark red light, and from the prismatic skull nose holes under the eyes, there are constantly coming out weird laughter, human screams of terror, and a cool wind blowing out.
The lighting and special effects create an eerie atmosphere outside the horror house, which is daunting.
"After so many years, this hell-themed horror house still hasn't changed much. I don't even know why I went in in the first place." Adam looked down at the dark red cave under his feet leading to the "bloody mouth" with complex eyes. The carpet was like a tongue sticking out from the monster.
And there is a line of text written in black English letters on the tongue - "Welcome to taste hell".
"You can tell that you were frightened at that time?" Dean glanced curiously into the darkness. Having said that, he had never played in a horror house in his previous life, which was also a pity.
But now that his will attribute is inhuman, it is not easy to be scared.
"Well, after escaping from it, I got seriously ill." Even after more than ten years, Adam still complained. "That bastard left me alone in the hospital to be taken care of by the nurse, and he continued to stay there." Do research in school.”
"Why is a father so cruel to his son? I cried and asked him for a long time, and he only told me that men must be strong, especially those of us in the White family."
Adam shook his head and sighed,
"From that day on, I was extremely disappointed with William. I would do whatever he said. I indulged in pleasure, neglected study, became a gangster, and did not do my job all day long."
After hearing this, a sentence flashed in Dean's mind - a happy childhood heals a lifetime, an unfortunate childhood heals a lifetime, "Then do you still dare to go in and relive your old dreams now?"
"Breathe... I'll try to... go. William probably left the clue inside for the third project."
Adam declined the explanation and companionship of the cloaked man at the door of the horror house, and took the lead into "hell".
Dean followed closely behind, the light dimmed, and the walls on both sides of the entrance began to curl inward, finally shrinking into a tunnel composed of uneven walls.
Darkness rolled in like a tide, the temperature dropped several degrees, and an icy chill descended.
This hell is completely different from the large funnel-shaped Western hell that Dean expected to see described in Dante's "Divine Comedy".
Its outermost layer is a circle of tunnels, and the dim and flickering lights illuminate the faces of men, women, old people, young people, and children inlaid on the walls on both sides.
No hair, eyebrows, beard.
Only the cement-grey facial features are glaring in horror, or opening the mouth and baring teeth, twisting into a ball, filled with deep and suppressed pain, like a group of statues of beings in hell with the theme of "pain".
Dean reached out and touched it. They were soft. These lifelike human faces were all rubber imitations.
Not interesting.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a scream exploded in the tunnel.
On Adam's left hand, a still human face opened its eyes and glared at the two of them, showing a pair of pale teeth and roaring.
It's like a signal.
The still faces on the entire tunnel wall squirmed like a river, shouting in unison——
"monastery!"
"Full of embers of misery!"
"Come in and listen to the will of our Lord!"
…
The shrill screams echoed in the tunnel, coupled with the wriggling human faces on the walls, the entire tunnel was as terrifying as a demon's lair.
"This tunnel is called a monastery?"
But Dean just looked at it from God's perspective without changing his expression.
Much of this terrifying noise was produced by mechanical equipment and loudspeakers on the ceiling.
Among the hundreds of faces, only three or four are real staff pretending to be mysterious.
But a look of panic appeared on Adam's skinny face. He gritted his teeth and pushed away the hands stretched out on the wall, and trotted away from the wailing tunnel.
Dean ran after him into a strange and extraordinary hall with hundreds of full-length mirrors.
A shocked Adam stood in front of a full-length mirror at the entrance. The glass of this mirror was removed, leaving only a 1.8-meter-high frame, and inside the frame stood a strange humanoid statue.
He was wearing a black one-piece leather jacket that covered his neck, revealing a pale and sinister man's face, with obvious hard and smooth texture, coldly mocking the passing tourists.
This is a wooden doll.
Dean's eyes were dazed for a moment. This doll gave him a sense of familiarity.
Where have you seen this style of dressing?
Before he could think about it, the leather-clothed puppet suddenly opened its mouth and let out a strange, razor-like laugh. Then a voice came from the loudspeaker on the ceiling above, "Welcome to the mind cage, enjoy the mental torture and pain."
"So after the monastery, it's the turn of this hall called the Thought Cage?"
"It's weird as hell."
Dean pondered and followed Adam forward.
Most of these mirrors are inverted mirrors, and the images of the two people projected in them immediately change into all kinds of strange arcs and ovals, but without exception, the figure in the mirror has a slight twitching of the corners of his mouth and red eyes, as if he is enduring uneasiness and pain.
Moreover, circles of red light flooded around the humanoid outline, like blood mixed with water.
Dean's feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and he stopped in front of a mirror frame.
Another terrifying leather-clad doll stood in the frame. Its ribs were torn open and its neck was cut open, revealing a dark red trachea and arteries. Its eyes were sewn into a line, and its entire stiff cheek was painful. The ground deforms.
It is undergoing some kind of punishment and torture.
Dean's eyes completely darkened, and he finally caught the source of the familiarity - this novelty-seeking style was exactly the same as that of the hell monk he had seen once!
There is a horror house in Columbus that almost no one visits. The scary ghost inside actually looks like a monk from hell.
Is it a coincidence?
No.
He scanned the entire mental prison, and the puppets in the frame were all undergoing punishment and torture - sitting on a blood-stained chair, the skin and flesh of ten fingers were rolled up, and the nails were pulled out; their necks were hung on the gallows, and they were stepped on Holding the other head, struggling to maintain balance amid suffocation...
Some had large pieces of scalp torn open with tweezers, and some had their leg skin peeled off.
They were tortured with a variety of torture instruments, and their expressions maintained varying degrees of sadness and pain, and began to become deformed.
The blood and screams lingered, and the entire hall was like a nightmare in hell.
"ah!"
A scream.
A man in leather clothes with tears streaming down his face and a circular saw in the middle of his face jumped out from behind a certain frame. He hugged Adam fiercely and pulled him desperately into the frame. His eyes with black eye shadow were staring directly at Adam, and he was The circular saw's split nose screamed feverishly,
"Come and enjoy the torture!"
"roll!"
Adam pushed him away fiercely, bypassed the terrifying frames and rushed out of the mental prison.
Dean repeatedly observed the buzzsaw man who jumped out several times, confirming that he was pretending to be an ordinary staff member, and then followed Adam into the next strange space - there was a corridor in the middle, with rooms on both sides that looked like A separate room like a prison cell, but without guardrails, decorated with different cruel environments.
For example, in a blue pond, there is a pale and smooth figure soaking in it. He stretches out his hands with a look of horror on his face. His two feet swing mechanically, causing a splash of water, just like a person who is about to drown. of innocent people,
It was also decorated with crystal-clear ice and snow. A man wearing only a black leather cloak stood shivering in the ice and snow, with cracks like broken porcelain being frozen all over his body, revealing the bloody muscles inside.
Boom!
A red light suddenly appeared outside the room Adam was passing by.
A row of flames shot out vertically from the hole in the ground. The flames licked the ceiling, extinguishing and rekindling, repeating the cycle.
The jumping firelight illuminated a third figure. He knelt on the ground like an ascetic monk, holding a small Bible-like book in his left hand, and waving a whip with a cold shining metal barb in his right hand. Slap the bruised back.
All over his body, numerous patches of skin exuded large amounts of plasma and tissue fluid, and the dermis and epidermis separated to form clusters of horrifying blisters, scarlet burns, and even a blackened carbonized layer.
Dean noticed at this time that the title of the cover of the book he was holding was actually reddish brown. The title was not "The Bible" but "The Scarlet Gospel".
What hangs on the wall he faces is not the portrait of Jesus Christ, who is respected and loved by the ascetic monks, but a messy red silhouette.
Ahhhh!
The man screamed with a rhythm like poetry, turned towards Adam, two rows of blood and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his grinned mouth revealed a smile that was cruel and gentle, intertwined with pain and happiness.
"Heaven has fallen into hell!"
"There are no more angels and demons in hell, only endless loneliness and pain!"
"No fire and 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!"
…
Ah!
Adam screamed and rushed forward to the bottom of a wall at the end, hanging down and breathing heavily with his hands on his knees.
Tick tick tick, cold sweat slid down his cheeks as white as gold paper.
His skinny body was shaking like a sentry tower about to collapse.
Dean behind him glanced at these lifelike "personal hells", which were full of puppets with loudspeakers and various exquisite mechanisms. However, at a glance, these cruelly tortured puppets were no different from real people.
This place is definitely not suitable for minors to take risks.
Dean shook his head and sighed,
"Adam, when you were a child, William left you alone in a ghost place like this for two hours?"
"Hmm... Such a father is a bastard, right?" A wry smile appeared at the corner of Adam's mouth, and he looked around nervously, "I can't explain the reason. I have seen many scenes in horror movies that are scarier and more bloody than this one, and I can face it, but I can't stand all the arrangements in this house of horrors...I always feel..."
His tone became very subtle, an unknown scarlet silhouette rose in his blue eyes, and pale saliva seeped out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably,
“Everything in this hellish house of horrors is really out there somewhere, waiting for me to enter.”
"It will lock me up, torture me, terrorize me, and never end."
Adam's words fell into place.
The shallows jumped out directly from Dean's pocket, suspended behind Adam and took a big gulp of the full fear.
And Dean discovered that the progress of the incident had inexplicably increased to 50%.
Is Adam's feeling right?
Is this hell house adapted from a real foreign space?
So where will it be?
Dean's thoughts raced, and he couldn't help but think back to his previous intuition - the clothes of the puppets here were similar to the novelty-seeking style of the Hell monks.
From this, he came up with a more bold and terrifying guess - the inspiration for the creation of the horror house also came from the hometown of the Hell monks, Leviathan Hell!
Thoughts together.
"William White's Secret Research" progress jumps to fifty-five percent.
Dean suppressed the bright light in his eyes, patted Adam on the shoulder, and sent a stream of life energy to stabilize the other person's emotions.
"This place has left an unforgettable psychological shadow on you, which is why you reacted so strongly."
"Maybe." Adam took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood and looked up at a vent above the cement wall. "I'm sorry for taking so long, but I'm already at the place. I was in this 'personal hell' that night. Two hours in the vent."
Upon hearing this, Dean used his God's perspective to scan the tunnel-like vent.
Sure enough, just around the second corner from the vent, lying quietly was a dusty black suitcase.
Dean then used his telekinesis to take it out of the vent grating and handed it to Adam, "It's a bit heavy, lift it more firmly. Next, continue forward, walk through the entire horror house and exit from the end, or should you just go back the same way?"
Adam hesitated for a long time, struggle and fear flashed across his face, and finally turned to determination.
"Finished..."
Then we passed an egg-shaped hall called the "Prayer Room", a terrifying "maze" like a prison split into countless rooms.
The process is similar to the previous one, with all kinds of weirdos hiding in black leather jackets jumping out in unexpected ways.
Adam was covered in cold sweat and almost fainted.
But holding on to the relics left by his father, he finally gritted his teeth and left the house of horror smoothly.
…
Golden sunlight fell on his face.
The cold darkness, blood-red light, cruel wailing and torture were swept away.
The two of them turned to look at the dark entrance. They both felt the joy of experiencing a painful reincarnation, escaping from hell back to the world, and transforming from a dead soul back into a human being.
"Excuse me, what is the name of the designer of this hell house? I admire his creativity and plan to cooperate with him."
Dean immediately found another man in a red cloak guarding the exit.
"Very unique, isn't it?" the cloaked man said with a smile, "This is a well-known historical scholar who worked hard to design our amusement park. But I'm sorry, due to confidentiality agreements, we cannot reveal his name."
Dean looked surprised.
Therefore, besides William White, the researcher of Leviathan Hell, who else could be the designer?
He personally designed this hell house, letting his young children endure great fear in it, and now he leaves the relics in it, which must have deep meaning.
Dean confirmed the answer with telekinesis, and then followed Adam to a tree next to the Hell House. Adam couldn't wait to open his handbag, and what he saw were two snow-white envelopes and three pieces hidden under the envelopes. Standard gold bricks, ten bundles of green knives.
His mouth opened wide in disbelief.
"Tsk, tsk, in January 1982, the price of gold reached an unprecedented level of more than 800 US dollars per ounce," Dean sighed, holding a gold brick. "Here are three standard gold bricks, 1,200 ounces. If you sell them immediately, you can get at least 960,000. Knife. Plus this hundred thousand dollars in loose money. Adam, your father William left you one million dollars."
"This old guy always likes to complicate simple things!" Adam cursed and rubbed his red eyes, "Why don't you just give it to me? What if someone else takes it away!?"
As he spoke, he opened the first letter that said "Please open this letter." Dean turned his face to read it.
"I'm so relieved, Adam, that you finally learned to think calmly and rationally enough to figure out my legacy."
"But when you see this letter, it means that my plan has failed and I am no longer alive."
"Please remember the next words."
"After you get the suitcase in the Hell House, if you choose to backtrack and exit the Hell House out of fear, then don't open the second letter. You don't have the courage."
"Force open it, and you will encounter something more terrifying than entering this hell house when you were seven years old. You will experience a day worse than death, and you will be tortured in fear for the rest of your life."
Dean's eyelids twitched, Adam's fingers holding the letter suddenly tightened, and he held his breath and continued reading.
"This is not a curse, this is my last plea to you as a father. Take this money, well, save some money, it will be enough for you to spend a lifetime. Then leave Columbus, change your name and move far away of."
"Go to hell!" Adam cursed in a low voice, "You just want to move?!"
"But if you insist on walking through the entire house of horror, reach the end, and return to the world. Then I admit that you have overcome the fear deep in your genes and soul, and you are qualified to know the truth."
"You can open the second letter now."
Adam glanced at Dean, and in the encouraging eyes of the other party, he firmly opened the second envelope——
"Adam White, my son, I am so sorry that I have neglected you over the past few years as I have been trying to make amends for a huge mistake I made. But you will always be one of the people I love most."
"I know you are curious about what this mistake is, so first we have to start with the origin 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 Monks."
(End of chapter)
