There is a bamboo and rattan lounge chair in the innermost part of the bedroom, which can shake and creak when it shakes.
The curtains were pulled tightly, but due to excessive darkness, the guide turned on the lights.
More than once, Yan Yan felt that his eyes were the kind of example of spending money to seek suffering. It would be fine if the "truth" was beautiful or even ordinary. In the absurd game, the terrible truth accounted for the majority.
She could always see something that made her nausea, and she had to pretend to be indifferent and look calm, otherwise she would be torn apart by those things.
Just like now, she was pulled to the recliner by the guide and looked at each other with a decayed body on the recliner.
The corpse showed a dead old look on its face, and its flesh had long been rotten so that it could not be seen in its original state. It was neatly worn by the winter cotton jacket, but the wriggling maggots and the rotten liquid left behind always made the cotton jacket dirty.
"Look, my father is so sick that he can no longer walk by himself, but he always moves around. The clothes he just changed into are dirty again." Gao Yiling smiled at Yan in distress, with a little complaining.
However, without waiting for Yan Yan to respond, she immediately turned around and acted coquettishly at the corpse: "Oh Dad, I told you that it's very cold to wash clothes in winter. You can't walk everywhere now, so just lie down with peace of mind first. Don't move around. When you get sick, will I accompany you out to play everywhere?"
"I will take you with you and report all the tours I have taken at the travel agency. We will go on a trip and will never stay in this cold town again. But you have to take medicine and get better first~"
Yan looked at this scene in a daze. Gao Yiling's eyes and tone were so sincere, and she really didn't think there was anything to do with the body and death.
It was Gao Yiling who was crazy.
"Well, please wipe his body. I'll see your technique and learn it." Gao Yiling said to Yanbi with a request gesture, then sat on the bed obediently and looked at it from a very close angle.
From the perspective of nightmare, the bed had already left traces of rotten corpses lying through. There were dense worm eggs in the liquid, some of which had broken eggs, and the tiny insects drilled out half of them and twisted wildly.
Listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of insects twisting because of too many numbers and gathering together.
Gao Yiling sat on the bed with her butt, her black skirt was stained with dirt. She was in the pile of insects and stared at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan had goose bumps on his arm, and even insect eggs fell on the ground. She felt like she had nowhere to put her feet, so she could only walk forward with her teeth and came to the corpse.
Most of the audiences who were paying attention to their actions were gathered in the live broadcast room of Yanyan. Because the three of them acted together, it was obvious that Yanyan was the one who triggered the plot.
The two in the living room may be a little boring. In contrast, it is something that many viewers are very happy to come to the live broadcast room of Yanyan to watch the plot for the time being.
The perspective of the live broadcast room is the same as that of the nightmare, so countless viewers also saw the truth that revealed the tip of the iceberg.
[Fuck, this scene is really a san. I would rather serve a ghost than live in the same room with so many bugs]
[It's so disgusting, it feels very strong inclusion, I already feel that there are bugs crawling on my instep]
[So now the fact is that Gao Yiling is a ghost and her father is a dead body, right? Then does she know or don’t know?]
[Two possibilities, one is that she really doesn't believe that her father is dead and thinks that his father is still alive, and may be an obsessive ghost]
[Read, the second type is that she knows that her father is dead, so she asked Yan to come into the room to help, which is purposeful]
[I think the upstairs thinks a little simple. This kind of place depends on the overall environment. Maybe there are countless possibilities]
[Then isn't there any need to discuss it? You said it as if you didn't]
[Ahhhh, I am a fan of Nightmare. Can anyone tell me if she is dangerous now?]
[It is hard to say, I also find it strange that Gao Yiling's reaction was too vague. I don't know what she wants to do]
The hot water bottle on the ground seemed to have just boiled clean hot water. Some of them were poured into a round basin. I soaked the towel in my hand into the basin, and at least the touch was correct.
She twisted the towel until half dry and had to wipe the body's face first.
There is a saying she is right. She has really worked as a nurse, but in another copy she experienced in the early days, the contaminated welfare home has all kinds of malicious patients, nurses, and directors, and these deducers are like little white flowers who have misunderstood.
Those ghost guards are dedicated to the patients and are indulging in their responsibilities, but they are nitpicking to them, the deducers. Once they do something wrong, they give the ghost guards a reason to kill them.
In order to survive, Yan Yan desperately learned the method of ghost care workers to take care of patients. In the fear that she would be killed by her own patients at any time, she finally survived.
There are eight deductions in total, and only she and another girl left alive.
In a trance, Yan felt that he had returned to that time.
What she wanted to take care of was not a living person, the danger was unknown, and there was a Gao Yiling beside her, who was monitoring her like a ghost nurse at that time.
And it is even more difficult now than that time. Although the patients at that time were ghosts, at least the parts were damaged openly, unlike the corpse in front of her, where the flesh and flesh were rotten. She was afraid that she would wipe a large piece of it as soon as she wiped it.
But Gao Yiling was staring at him, Yan put his energy and focused his mind, showed his greatest patience, and wiped it carefully.
Under the ears, under the chin, and neck...
When doing this job, nightmare had to get close to the corpse, and the maggots that emerged from the rotten meat were occasionally shook their heads and tails on the towel.
Compared to the dense small insect eggs that were born under her feet and on the bed, maggots were quite familiar, and they had to be touched in many deductions. Yan gradually lost his expression on his face. When he realized that Gao Yiling didn't seem to be restricting her movements, he quickly picked out the maggots and threw them aside.
There were too many maggots in some places. When they noticed the danger, they formed a group to drill into the flesh desperately. The nightmare also dug out all the faces. After a while, at least on the surface, the head and face of the corpse seemed much cleaner.
I don’t know how terrifying the scene under my clothes, but I flashed with a flash of spiritual light and turned to Gao Yiling and said, “It’s cold now and you need to keep warm. You can’t take off his clothes and wipe his body frequently, which will make the heat air that he finally gathers together to lose.”
"What should I do?" Gao Yiling asked anxiously.
"In this kind of weather, you only need to wipe his neck, hands and feet, and then wash his body carefully every week or so." Yan tried to say it as long as possible. Anyway, after a week, she would either leave or die, and she would definitely have nothing to do with her.
At this moment, Yan suddenly felt that his hand was being grabbed by the other hand.
Her heart thrust and turned her head violently, and she saw the corpse's eyes moving slightly in the empty eye sockets where there was no nerve tissue left. The arm wrapped in the clothes was raised, and one hand was accurately placed on her hand.
The corpse, which was so rotten that it was almost impossible to see the human figure, opened its mouth: "Thank you, it was obviously my daughter's guest... but you did this."
Gao Yiling immediately said, "Yes, yes, I'm so embarrassed, thank you so much!"
The corpse moved his head stiffly, making a sound of air, and then grabbed the nightmare, and pointed his other hand at the pile of maggots that were picked out on the ground extremely slowly: "Those...you...can see."
When talking, the insects and pieces of meat in the mouth fell out little by little.