I may not have necrophilia yet, but I do have a slight foot fetish. Anyway, if a woman has a pair of beautiful feet, it will gain a lot of points in the hearts of men.
Then there is a pair of fair and slender breasts.
Someone once gave a standard: a pair of beautiful legs should have 5 places close together and 4 gaps. Now I have seen the real version. These legs are so beautiful that it takes my breath away and makes me dizzy.
I couldn't help but want to touch it, but I held back.
I know that no matter who she is, she will start to become stiff within 30 minutes to 2 hours after death, and become completely stiff within 9 to 12 hours. According to the time of her death, this is exactly the time for complete stiffness...
The smooth and satin-like skin on these legs must have been extremely stiff and cold at this time.
I don't want to destroy any part of her beauty in my heart. There is only one purpose of this trip, which is to let her flawless beauty be fixed in my mind forever.
only……
So far, her body shows no signs of being clothed.
We're about to get to the point.
To watch or not to watch?
When I see that important point, will I get hot-headed and turn into a corpse rapist in the next second?
Article 302 of the "Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China" stipulates: Anyone who steals or insults a corpse shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention or public surveillance.
I bought a watch last year! I am a pure man! When you come to this world, you have no intention of going back alive!
Hot blood rushed to my brain, and I suddenly pulled the cabinet out, directly crossing two key parts.
A flash of red light almost made my eyes pop out of shock.
She was actually wearing a big red bellyband!
There are also golden embroideries on the bellyband!
No, this is not embroidery. This is written with a brush dipped in gold powder ink.
What is this? A charm that brings death and rebirth? Well, what age are we in, and we are still engaging in this feudal superstition. But it solved one of my embarrassments...
My hand continued to hold.
I just want to take another look at that beautiful face.
Her face appeared.
Calm, serene.
When she left, she didn't seem to be in pain. Even if she turned into a corpse, she wasn't scary at all.
Her hair was still the same as when she first met her, loosely braided and placed under her head.
The bridge of her nose is the most perfect angle composed of 45 degrees and 75 degrees.
Although her face was no longer rosy, this weak paleness, paired with her slightly sad-looking eyebrows, seemed to be complaining about the injustice of fate to her.
Apart from her eyes, her eyebrows are my favorite - the middle of the eyebrows is slightly wider, and the tail of the eyebrows is very flat and smooth, not curved downward. Although she looks a little docile and sad, she also has a bit of a stubborn streak.
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My hand, unable to bear such temptation, gently touched her eyebrows.
The most beautiful eyes are closed, which is a bit regretful. However, the corners of her eyes are the type I like very much - relatively long, a little dark, no makeup is needed, and it naturally has an eye shadow effect. Looking at the corners of her eyes, I
I can't help but think: It seems that the corners of my pity-filled eyes can hold a lot of tears when I'm sad.
It's just that I'm not destined to be the one who can make her cry.
Yes, I am a loser. I am not even qualified to make her frown. How can I have the chance to make her cry?
But...will I make her cry?
I looked at her and murmured softly: "Be nice when you get there. Don't shed tears. People who are worthy of your tears will not make you cry..."
Caressing her soft eyebrows, I took off the hood of my raincoat, leaned down, closed my eyes, and kissed her face indulgently... Let me enjoy this second.
The place where my lips touched was cold. I felt sad and almost wanted to cry. But...
No matter you live or die, I finally kissed you deeply and have no regrets in this life.
I couldn't help but opened my eyes and took a look at her.
By the light of the flashlight, I saw——
Her eyes opened.
Her eyes were slowly turning towards me.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire corpse storage room became extremely terrifying.
The back of my neck felt cold, and my heart seemed to be clenched tightly, almost stopping beating. Then, I jumped up, sat back, and screamed: "Ah..."
Her face seemed much paler in an instant. Under the weak residual light of the flashlight, it turned blue. Her eyes seemed to have no pupils at all, and they were lifeless, like two bottomless black holes. Such eyes were dead at this moment.
Staring at me.
Also white and blue were her lips. At this moment, the corners of her mouth were slowly pulling upwards, as if she was sneering. The muscles on her face were pulled, and her face began to deform.
Yes, she is beautiful. But maybe the more beautiful something is, the more terrifying it is when it is distorted. Just like she is now - thinking about it afterwards, I finally understand why horror movies always find beautiful actresses to play female ghosts
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It was really unbearable! The light of the flashlight was swinging back and forth, casting a flickering shadow on her face. I knew there was no expression change on her face, but under the light, her face became
It seemed like it was stretching and shaking... Even if she were alive, it would be scary to shine a flashlight on her chin in the dark. What's more... she was now a corpse left behind after death.
Her body twitched and she suddenly sat up.
The strange thing is that she didn't even bend her knees, and she sat up straight with her upper body. And, like a machine that had not been used for a long time, it made a "click" sound! Generally speaking, when a person lying flat wants to sit up,
You have to bend your knees first, and most of the time you have to bend your waist, or support it with your hands. It is simply impossible for her to sit up straight like origami without any effort!
Corpse transformation! I was so scared that I hurriedly kicked the ground with my feet and retreated backwards. The flashlight that had been taken off my hand had rolled to the side and was shaking back and forth on the ground. The whole room was so oppressive that it felt like the air had completely solidified.
I couldn't move my eyes away at all, subconsciously staring at the terrifying transformation of this beauty who was just the goddess in my heart. Most of the heroines in horror movies are very beautiful. The more beautiful something is, the more terrifying it becomes.
The scarier it gets.
Although she had sat up, she did not turn her head around, only her eyes were looking at me sideways. That kind of desolate expression... I still don't want to think about it again...
After a minute of stalemate like this, she suddenly grabbed the counter with both hands, exerted her strength, and stood up, as if completely ignoring gravity, and slowly turned around to face me. I heard her stand up.
At this time, the bones all over the body made a rattling sound,
I tried to get up.
Although she is the goddess in my heart, at this moment I have no idea that I will die in her hands like this. Let me die happily with a smile. Can I say that I am afraid of death? I want to escape.
go!
Suddenly I remembered that zombies rely on their breath to determine a person's position, so I quickly held my breath. Sure enough, she stopped moving, her neck clicked, and she turned around. She seemed to be looking for my breath.
Very slowly, I moved step by step towards the door of the corpse storage room.
I kept holding my breath. However, when I walked past her, I was so nervous that I couldn't help but take a breath.
Her hand, as pale as paper and as cold as ice, suddenly stretched out, grabbed the hat behind my head, and threw it to the ground. I only felt a huge force coming from me. As a big man, it felt like I was being whipped.
Like a spinning top, he spun around in a circle, rolled to the ground, and threw off his mask. He hit his head on the flashlight, and the light flickered for a few times before it went out.
The completely dark environment almost made me have a nervous breakdown. Listening to the footsteps, she seemed to take a few steps mechanically and stood in front of me.
I remembered that there was a flashlight in my pocket, but I didn't dare to take it out.
She had already lied down. The bones in her whole body were cracking softly, right in front of me.
Something cold and furry pressed against my chest.
It's her head.
Her body squeezed me, and I could already feel the two lumps of flesh on her chest rubbing against my abdomen.
Postmortem rigor mortis is caused by muscles, and women's breasts are mostly fat, so except for the superficial skin being a little stiffer, the inside is still soft.
Under this kind of friction, I unexpectedly had a primitive reaction.
Am I really a pervert? When death is imminent, I still react like this?!
Xiao Luqi's head has already touched my chin.
It's dark and nothing can be seen. Although she looks very scary now, but... As the saying goes, beautiful and ugly are the same even when the lights are turned off. Why don't I just go crazy before I die, and this life will not be in vain?
Just as I was thinking this, the flashlight flashed twice and then came on again.
At this moment, her pale, lifeless eyes, as wide as a dollar coin, appeared in front of me. Under the dim residual light of the flashlight, at first glance, there was almost nothing in these eyes.
In the whites of my eyes, there were only two black holes dangling in front of my eyes!
I bought a watch last year! It took five thousand years to sharpen a stick! Forgetting it will inevitably leave a scar!
I peed my pants straight away. Now that it has happened, I am not afraid to say it.
Her mouth slowly opened wide, and I could already see her white teeth... Those were the white teeth that would send me to hell... In the next second, my throat would probably be bitten off by her...
As soon as my lips became cold, she kissed me on the lips.
Immediately I realized something was wrong: a huge suction suddenly came from her mouth, and I immediately felt a huge pressure on my chest - the air in my lungs was sucked out by her.
I wanted to hide, but my head was tightly held by her two hands and I couldn't move. I quickly inhaled through my nose, but as soon as the air was sucked into my lungs, she drained it. My hands were in her hands.
She pushed hard, but her body was like a cold iron sculpture, and all her efforts to breastfeed were useless.
Not long after, I already felt suffocated - stars were appearing in front of my eyes, which was a sign of brain hypoxia. My hands slowly slipped from her shoulders and arms - I was on the verge of suffocation and completely lost my strength.
Finally, he grabbed it twice on the ground and could no longer move.