In the middle of the night, the street lights cast dim light.
A few middle-aged men who had finished eating at the food stall looked slightly drunk, holding beer bottles in their hands and drinking as they walked.
They are old friends who have known each other for many years. They used to travel all over the country to make a living, but now they finally get together to talk to each other.
"Friends stay together for a lifetime, those days are no longer the same, in one sentence, for a lifetime, hiccup~~~"
There was a bald man who smelled of alcohol and sang old songs by Stephen Chow in a tone-deaf tone.
Finally, he burped loudly, which made several other companions laugh out loud.
"Lao Xiao, you, your singing is still so terrible, you're not as good as when you were in school!"
The buddy next to him patted him on the shoulder and smiled with a red face.
"Damn, you don't know how to appreciate it, okay? My wife says I have the potential to be a singer."
The bald man patted his chest proudly.
"Haha, you are a singer, and you are bald and still talking nonsense." Another companion laughed.
The bald man sighed: "Hey, I have been a programmer for more than ten years and often stay up late typing code, so my hair is getting less and less."
"I think back then, I also had long black hair."
"Yes, I remember you had a pigtail in your hair at that time. You were so damn naughty!" The companion gave a thumbs up.
"The past is gone."
The bald man shook his head, picked up the beer bottle and took a sip of wine.
The other few people smiled and said nothing, walking side by side with their arms around each other's shoulders, looking at the moonlit night sky, lamenting their lost youth.
Sudden.
Under a streetlight, a strange figure came into view.
I saw him wearing a white shirt, holding his knees firmly with his hands, and wearing a rusty iron bucket on his head, just squatting there quietly.
Dim lights shrouded the whole body, reflecting strange figures on the ground.
"Look, what is that guy doing squatting there with a metal bucket on his head if he doesn't go home in the middle of the night?"
One of the companions reached out and said in surprise.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling very curious.
"Is this performance art?" The bald man scratched his head and glanced around, "It's strange, no one is filming around here."
"Let's go and have a look."
A few grown men staggered around, carrying wine bottles and supporting each other.
"Brother, what are you doing? Come and chat with the brothers."
Thanks to their drinking power, they became much more courageous and asked questions in a familiar manner.
Under the streetlight, the figure was still squatting and hugging his knees, not even moving, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The iron bucket on his head was so rusty that it was impossible to see its exact appearance.
"Why is there no response?" Everyone was a little puzzled.
Sudden.
Inside the iron barrel, there was a strange, low and suppressed cry, which was intermittent and full of heartbreaking grief.
His body was shaking slightly and his shoulders were shaking.
"Crying?" Everyone was surprised.
This cry has an inexplicable penetrating power, and can be clearly echoed outside through the iron poke, and it has a completely tragic meaning.
Several grown men seemed to be infected, their hearts were twitching and they were also in grief.
They seemed to be reminded of old memories, and their chests seemed to be blocked by stones.
The mood is getting more and more depressed and depressed.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Come on, tell me if you have any sad things. There are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome."
The bald man leaned forward and said sadly.
However, this strange man did not respond, and the mournful cries still came from the iron barrel.
The bald man clutched his chest, feeling indescribable discomfort all over his body. Two lines of tears flowed from his face, and the thought of wanting to die came to his mind.
"Brother, please... stop crying..." He said with a cry in his voice.
When he got close to him, the bald man stretched out his hand to pull the stabbed man up from the ground.
At this time, he couldn't help but shudder, and his palms felt cold to the touch, like a dead corpse.
His eyes shifted to the rusty iron bucket on his neck, and the unfamiliar face was hidden in the darkness.
There was something strange in the bald man's heart. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol and painful emotions, so he picked up the iron by accident.
Bang~
The rusty iron barrel rolled down.
The bald man was stunned at first, and then his expression turned to horror.
"Ah!" He collapsed to the ground in fright, tears streaming uncontrollably, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his trembling hands to point.
The man was squatting with his hands on his knees, his shoulders twitching slightly, and he was crying very sadly, with a pitiful cry.
However, on his neck, the head that should have been there was missing, the cut was flat and smooth, and no blood spurted out.
It's like...I was born to look like this.
The strange thing is that even though he has no head, he cries inexplicably, and the source of the cries seems to come from this broken neck.
Under the dim street light, a corpse with pale skin and bruises curled up with its legs crossed, its shoulders twitched and it let out a miserable cry, but there was nothing around its neck, and its head was missing.
This horrifying scene appeared completely in the eyes of the bald men.
They were so drunk that they were frightened out of their wits. They stumbled back one by one with expressions of extreme fear.
"This... this is a weird thing..." The faces of several grown men were pale and their voices were trembling.
"Quick, run!" the bald man cried, trying to get up from the ground.
The next second.
The cries coming from the corpse became fierce and terrifying, as if countless voices were echoing in all directions, penetrating into their minds.
"Cover your ears!" the companion said in horror.
Something desperate happened. Even if they covered their ears, the cry was still very clear.
Soon, the bald man's eyes turned gloomy, and his whole body was enveloped in a desperate and lifeless mood.
His face was numb, big tears fell down, the beer bottle in his hand was smashed, and he hit his neck hard in front of his companions.
Poof, bright red blood spurted out.
"Ho ho..." The bald man opened his mouth slightly and fell weakly into a pool of blood.
"Old Xiao!"
Several other people were so frightened that they tried to escape but felt that their legs were extremely heavy and, most importantly, they felt out of breath.
My whole body felt very tired and my chest was extremely depressed and uncomfortable.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Gradually, the eyes of these men became vacant. Some smashed wine bottles and stabbed themselves in the stomach crazily. Some suddenly strangled themselves by the neck. Their expressions were ferocious and scary.
Without exception, they all want to put themselves to death!
With a thud, they fell to the ground one by one, losing all signs of life. Their eyes were bloodshot and there were traces of undried tears on their faces.
They all committed suicide!
After a while, the headless corpse stood up unsteadily.
It stretched out its pale and bruised palms, picked up the rusty iron bucket from the ground, and placed it on its broken neck.
The cold iron bucket stood firmly, as if there was a strange force holding it in place.
"Woooooooo..."
The ghost walked on tiptoes in a stiff posture, and its mournful cries penetrated the iron barrel and echoed in all directions.
Residents who had fallen asleep at home gradually felt uncomfortable all over.
They woke up, tears could not stop falling, and their hearts were filled with grief and grief.
There seemed to be a strange voice in my mind, urging me to commit suicide quickly.
"Ah!!" Many people cried loudly and were in great pain. In the end, their faces became ashen and they picked up sharp weapons at home and stabbed themselves.
There was a click and the sound of broken windows. One after another, residents jumped off the building in despair, and their bodies lay scattered in a pool of blood.
Silent night sky.
In this city, strange figures appeared out of thin air. Some were sitting on park benches, some were swinging alone, some were squatting on the rooftops, some were standing like logs on the road, and some were leaning against store doors, etc.
wait.
They all have one thing in common: they all have rusty iron buckets around their necks, and they cry sadly with twitching shoulders.
And as time goes by, this sign gradually spreads in Daquan City.
If it is not stopped, it will even spread across the country and even the world!