The male student looked at the face under the umbrella. Blood dripped from the man's eye sockets to his forehead, and the broken eyeballs also slid downwards.
"The man with the red umbrella...his face is under my umbrella?"
The student screamed and threw his umbrella to the ground.
The rain wet his hair, and the sticky feel reminded him of the feeling of blood dripping on his hair just now.
He stretched out his hand to fiddle with his hair, but his fingertips became increasingly sticky: "What's going on? Why is the rain red?"
The umbrella that was thrown away was blown by the wind. The male student looked under the umbrella and saw that the face with bleeding from the orifices was gone.
"No, where did it go?"
The panicked and very uneasy male student looked around. The man holding a red umbrella was standing across the road. The monster still hadn't left!
"His face is no longer under my umbrella, why is he still following me?"
The blood slid down along the temples, and the sticky feeling was very uncomfortable. The male student's head felt like it was wrapped in glue that was about to solidify. He felt pain and itching, and he kept scratching the top of his head with both hands.
The more he scratched, the more itchy the top of his head became, and the more blood flowed out!
"No way……"
The clean scalp became uneven at some point, and it seemed like a human face grew under the hair.
"ah!"
The male student looked at his hands stained with blood and broken hair, and ran forward like crazy.
It was clearly raining in the sky, but the male student's sight was obscured by scarlet blood. He kept making strange screams, and there were more and more people like him on the street!
Enduring the pain from above his head, the male student rushed into a small shop nearby. Questions and snacks were sold on the first floor, and the store owner's residence was on the second floor.
"Is there anyone? Help me!"
The male student wanted to tear his scalp open. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed the scissors on the counter and stuck his face in front of a mirror.
Holding sharp scissors to cut his blood-soaked hair, the male student's movements became louder and louder, and his expression became more ferocious.
"Get out! Get out of my head!"
The scissors cut through the skin, and the pain and itching took turns to torture him, making him lose his mind. He screamed and stabbed the scissors to the top of his head: "Die! Die! Die!"
Hearing the male student's cry, the store owner came down from the second floor: "Who is there?"
Near the corner, the store owner saw the male student squatting behind the shelves. He was wearing blood-stained clothes and had a pair of scissors stuck on his head.
This scene frightened the store owner: "Comrade, classmate, your head..."
"My head? Where is my head? I can't touch it. I feel so itchy! It hurts! That face wants to burrow into my body!" The male student turned his head. His orifices were bleeding and his facial features were misaligned.
, there was blood in his eyes.
With trembling hands reaching towards the store owner, the male student quickly crawled on the ground: "Have you seen my head? Is there something on my head? Is there something on my head? Take it off, dig it out with a knife!"
The store owner stepped back and took out his cell phone to call the police, but the line was busy. He didn't dare to approach the male student: "You, wait here! I'll call someone for you!"
The boss ran towards the door of the store, but before he got close, he saw a man holding a red umbrella appearing in front of the door.
"There's something wrong with that kid, can you..."
Halfway through the words, the boss realized something was wrong. The man holding the red umbrella seemed to have no face!
With his legs trembling, the boss immediately retreated to the second floor. He didn't care about anything and locked the door on the second floor.
"What's going on today? There seem to be screams everywhere?" Sliding the phone, the boss's phone desktop showed a photo of his wife, who seemed to be several months pregnant.
Feeling worried, the boss quickly called his wife.
After the buzzer was busy for more than ten seconds, the wife got through. The store owner said anxiously: "Xiaoyun, go and lock the doors and windows right away. Something is very wrong in the city today! You are still pregnant with the child, so don't run around!"
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"Well, I know, you should be more careful." His wife's gentle voice came from the phone.
Knowing that his wife was fine, the store owner also relaxed a little: "I will find a way to go back now, you wait for me!"
"You've been working hard at the store." The wife seemed to have remembered something: "By the way, I have some good news to tell you."
"what news?"
"Don't you always want a boy? I checked for you this morning and it is indeed a boy." The wife's gentle voice became hoarse, and her laughter sounded more and more terrifying.
When the phone was hung up, the store owner was confused. He didn't dare to think carefully about what his wife said.
Footsteps sounded outside, the locked door on the second floor was suddenly knocked, and bright red blood seeped into the house along the crack in the door.
"We can't stay here anymore! That guy with the umbrella will come here sooner or later!" What the store owner wants to do most now is to go home and see his pregnant wife.
He ran to the second floor window and when he opened the curtains, he saw his neighbor who lived across the alley and dropped something under him in a panic.
"It's not safe here! Leave quickly!" the store owner shouted to his neighbor, who looked even stranger.
"I know, I saw it."
"How did you see it?" The store owner opened the window and was about to find a way to climb down.
"Use your eyes." The binoculars fell from the chair, and the neighbor put his head out of the window. His neck stretched a little bit, and soon he reached the store owner's house from his window: "It's a pity that you were there last night.
Lock the windows.”
Seeing his neighbor's face, the store owner no longer dared to hesitate and jumped from the second floor window.
There was a sound of bones dislocating in one leg. He dragged his injured leg and limped out of the alley.
The neighbor's voice sounded behind him, and the shop owner grinned in pain, but he did not dare to stop.
"Help! Help!"
The store owner tried his best to move forward, and the young couple who co-operated the mobile phone store next to him happened to walk into the alley leaning against each other.
"Amei! Xiaocheng! Come and help me! This alley is haunted!"
The store owner recognized the young couple and shouted loudly, but when he got closer, he found something strange about the couple.
Her boyfriend Xiaocheng hugged his girlfriend's waist tightly, and the muscles on his face were twitching uncontrollably.
My girlfriend A-mei lowered her head slightly, with heavy and ugly makeup on her face.
"Mei, what's the matter with the makeup on your face?" The store owner stopped warily: "Did someone else put the makeup on you?"
Seeing that the boss had noticed, a vein bulged on Xiaocheng's face: "I put the makeup on her, and I didn't expect that in just a short time, corpse spots would cover the entire face!"
The hand hidden behind his back slowly stretched out, and Xiaocheng's laughter became louder and louder. He also held a knife stained with debris in his hand: "It doesn't matter, I will give you good makeup this time!"
Holding the knife and rushing forward, Xiao Cheng looked crazy.
The store owner tried to escape, but the leg injury seriously affected him.
His mouth was covered and blood was flowing out. He kicked the town randomly and used his last strength to overturn the trash can next to him.
Various garbage was scattered on the ground. Among them, a Coke bottle fell from the trash can, rolled out of the alley, and hit a travel shoe.
The owner of the shoes has dyed yellow hair. He is wearing headphones and is chanting in spoken English following the voice in the headphones.
Glancing at the Coke bottle, the yellow-haired student was a little confused. He turned to look at the alley next to him.
Trash was scattered all over the place, as if someone had had a fight there.
"I used to go in and out of back alleys a lot, and I thought it was cool to fight, until I met that devil." Huang Mao student shuddered, remembering what he had experienced. In order to lure out the bad guys in Xiacheng District, the father of a classmate from the same school,
They used him as a temptation, deliberately tempted gang members to rob him, pretended to be ghosts to scare him, and used various means to threaten him.
"No! I have to pass the exam. Even if I repeat the exam for ten years, I still have to fulfill the agreement with Fu Sheng's father! Damn it, I have to get ahead and never return to this city!"
Turning up the volume of his headphones, Huang Mao concentrated on practicing foreign language speaking. He used to have no interest in learning, but now he studied all night long every day in order to pass the exam, regardless of his family's dissuasion. He was completely obsessed.
Frankly speaking, his family is very worried about him, so in order to avoid hurting his self-esteem, they have been secretly hiring a psychiatrist to pretend to be a tutor.
"Work hard! Strive! Your hard work will pay off!"
After cheering himself up, Huang Mao lowered his head and walked forward. He wanted to use all the fragmented time to study and completely immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.
The traffic light at the intersection changed color, and Huang Mao stopped. He was correcting his pronunciation by following the sound in his headphones, but his ears suddenly heard the cry of a child.
"Why are people crying?" Looking around, Huang Mao found that there were very few people on the road today, and it was already past seven o'clock and it was not yet dawn: "Did I read the wrong time?"
The crying sound became clearer and clearer. Huang Mao listened carefully for a long time and suddenly realized that the sound came not from the surroundings, but from his earphones.
He quickly took off his headphones. Screams, cries and calls for help came from all directions. Huang Mao was stunned at the intersection.
Slowly, the child's cry, which at first only sounded in the headphones, sounded directly in the back of his head.
Huang Mao twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the glass display window of the store next to him. There was a deformed child lying on his back, holding his headphones with two small hands.
"I won't carry him all the way, right?"
The child also knew that he had been discovered. He let go of the earphones, raised his hands, and stabbed Huang Mao's ears directly with his sharp fingers.
Huang Mao, who was completely frightened, stood there blankly, his heart completely dominated by fear.
"careful!"
A bloody ghost face quietly appeared, Huang Mao was pushed to the ground, and the kid lying on his back was crushed and absorbed by a middle-aged female ghost.
Sitting on the ground, before Huang Mao could figure out the situation, his arm was grabbed by a woman holding a mobile phone: "Follow me!"
"I don't! You must be a ghost too! You pulled me to a place where no one was around, and then you..." Before Huang Mao could finish his words, he saw the middle-aged female ghost rushing toward him, scaring him so much that he rolled and crawled. Follow the young woman and run towards a side road.
Ten minutes later, a frightened Huang Mao hid in a convenience store warehouse, and the woman who saved him was also nearby.
"Thank you." Huang Mao gasped for air. He didn't even dare to speak loudly now: "What is going on outside? Everyone seems to be going crazy!"
"You have to learn to get used to it. Today may be the dullest day in your future life." Xiao You picked up the blood-stained mobile phone hanging around her neck, and her mother was guarding her: "My name is You Yi, and she is My mother, someone asked me to come to you to ask something."
"Ask me?" Huang Mao looked confused.
"The man claimed to be Fu Sheng's father, and he wanted to ask for some information about Fu Sheng. Has Fu Sheng done anything special in the past year?" Xiao You dialed a number. Hand the phone to Huang Mao.
Looking at the bloody mobile phone, Huang Mao's legs felt weak. He just heard the words "Fu Sheng's father" and his body couldn't stop trembling. The fear of being dominated came back!