I didn't dare to get too close because I was afraid that my experience would be the same as Hu Zongren's. Although I could break away, it was not my style to scare myself for no reason. And I didn't dare to turn on the light of my mobile phone or
I put the desk lamp close to Uncle Liang's mouth to check, because I was really afraid that while I was looking at him, this old guy would suddenly open his eyes or stretch out his hand, which would be ridiculous.
Fortunately, there is something called Hu Zongren in this world, so I took two steps back and said to Hu Zongren, please gently open the curtain over there, don't open it all at once, slowly lift up a corner, and let the curtains open.
As long as I can see it. So Hu Zongren touched the window next to the door, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the curtains, and found that they could be raised smoothly, so he nodded at me. I walked to Uncle Liang again, and raised my hand against Hu Zongren's side.
Zongren raised it a few times, and Hu Zongren began to slowly roll up one leg of the curtain.
Hu Zongren rolled the roll very slowly, but the light that came in made the room a lot brighter, but it was still not enough for me to see clearly. I only saw that there seemed to be a metal roll on Uncle Liang's tongue.
It's still something sequined, but you can clearly tell from the color that it's not part of Uncle Liang's mouth.
So I turned my head and indicated with my eyes that Hu Zongren could pull it up a little further. After Hu Zongren complied, I turned my head again to observe, and then I discovered that in Uncle Liang's mouth, his tongue was curled around a metal sheet with many sharp corners.
As for the texture, I really couldn’t tell, so I wanted to get closer and have a closer look. This move was very dangerous, because not only was I exposing my most vulnerable head to Uncle Liang at close range, I also had to endure it.
He had bad breath due to breathing through his mouth.
That metal sheet is like many sharp-angled olive shapes, with one corner as the center and spreading towards both ends. Judging from the shape alone, I really can't tell what it is, but there are subtle patterns on it, like this
Patterns must be made with exquisite craftsmanship before they can appear, and Uncle Liang is an adult. He probably eats more salt in his life than we eat rice. Even a stupid young man like me would have nothing to do with putting a metal piece in his mouth.
, he naturally doesn’t know how, so I initially judged that this metal sheet is probably the key to the whole thing this time, and Uncle Liang didn’t put it in his mouth himself, so Uncle Liang is almost certain this time, it was not because of provocation.
Something that shouldn't be messed with caused him to be haunted by ghosts. This was clearly someone who deliberately put it in his mouth to make him become like this.
Just when I was still thinking, Uncle Liang's eyes suddenly opened, and at an extremely fast speed, he stretched out two hands from the quilt. One grabbed my wrist that was holding the edge of the bed, and the other
He grabbed my clothes tightly. Because my clothes were thick, although I didn’t feel any pain in my body, the tight feeling still made me very scared. The most terrifying thing was that Uncle Liang
It has been like this since we entered the house, but at this moment, I opened my eyes. To be precise, I didn't open my eyes, but widened my eyes, but my head did not turn towards me.
It was just that his eyes were offset and he was staring at me. It was like a sleeping beast suddenly saw a fat white rabbit passing by.
I shouted loudly, Hu Zongren! Come and give me a hand! Hu Zongren immediately rushed behind me and started to hold my waist and pull me back. I also put one foot on the edge of the bed and struggled towards the back.
It stands to reason that Uncle Liang, even if I give him a rough calculation, weighs only about a hundred kilograms. With the strength of Hu Zongren and I, I am afraid that even two people of Uncle Liang's weight can easily pull away. But Liang
But the uncle's body seemed to be stuck to the bed board, motionless. Even when Hu Zongren pulled me, he started to mechanically turn his head to my side slowly. The strange thing was that his eyes were still friendly.
As before, he twisted with the twisting of his head. That is to say, when Uncle Liang's head was facing me, his eyes were looking at his pillow. And when his head settled down,
His eyes quickly turned to look at me.
I have experienced countless ghost things in my life, no matter how absurd or bizarre, I have seen them all. Even if I have not seen them, I have at least heard of them. The descriptions of ghosts by the masters in the room are somewhat subtle.
There is a difference, but this does not affect my understanding of something unique like ghosts. But Uncle Liang is not a ghost, because he is breathing, and when he opened his eyes, I found that his pupils were not dilated, so this is
This shows that Uncle Liang is a living person at this moment, but for some special reason, he became what he is now.
We pulled hard, but couldn't pull it. My colleague was shaking, and the light from the window where Hu Zongren had lifted up a corner of the curtains came from behind me. It crossed my body and shone brightly on Uncle Liang.
On the sleeping body. After all, I was struggling. During this struggle, a few beams of light occasionally shone on Uncle Liang's face. I noticed that when Uncle Liang saw the light, his eyes quickly became slightly faint.
, and because of the frown, I felt that he had a particularly painful expression.
Is he afraid of light? No wonder he wants to make this room look like it's at night in broad daylight.
So I loudly said to Hu Zongren, please leave me alone! Go and pull down all the curtains on the window! Quick! After hearing my cry, Hu Zongren immediately retreated to the window and used brute force to pull down the curtains.
He pulled down the whole curtain on the window. Because he used too much force, he even pulled off the small hidden buttons on the top of the window that were used to fix the curtains. For a moment, the room became bright. After getting used to the darkness,
, the sudden light even made Hu Zongren and I feel a little uncomfortable, but at this moment, I could clearly see that Uncle Liang closed his eyes tightly in pain, opened his mouth hard, and the veins on his neck popped out.
It started to make a low roar, like the roar of an injured beast, but it still held on to me tightly. So I shouted to Hu Zongren again, Hu Zongren! Open that door too! Hu Zongren immediately
He started to open the door. It was probably because the door had been closed for a long time, or it was a little stuck due to thermal expansion and contraction. Hu Zongren took a little effort to open it. When the door was opened, the light was actually only slightly brighter than before.
It was just a little brighter, and at this time Uncle Liang's terrifying roar became louder and louder. His neck, which had been very mechanical at first, began to struggle and twist from side to side, looking extremely painful. I took advantage of this moment to try again.
I struggled to free myself from his grasp, but after trying several times, I found that he still had a firm grip.
But what happened next was a scene that I had never imagined in all my years of working in this industry. Even when I think about it now, I still feel creepy. What scares me is not actually the ferocious roaring person in front of me.
Uncle Liang, but his next action. We all know that this man only has two hands and two feet, and the reason why humans are different from animals is that humans know how to walk upright and work with their hands. At this moment,
The hands and feet are in a cooperative relationship, one is the driver, and the other is the technician. We don’t know how to play football with our hands, and we don’t know how to shoot with our feet. So when I was caught by Uncle Liang, I once thought about it.
Now, there are only three parts of Uncle Liang's body that can attack me. One is his head. If he had practiced iron head skills like me, I think he would hit me with his head. But
I'm not a vegetarian either. At this distance and when I'm on guard, if he wants to headbutt me, he has to at least sit up first, so I can guard against it easily. The other one can attack me.
The place where he is standing is his feet, but because my body movement is limited, if he wants to kick me, I can only carry it. Fortunately, from the perspective of where I stand, the most Uncle Liang can do is kick.
When it comes to my butt, it happens to be the most fleshy part of my body. I was beaten a lot when I was a kid, so just kick me. Anyway, the purpose of that pile of flesh is just to distinguish my positive and negative sides.
But what I never expected was that just as Hu Zongren opened the door and the light became even more dazzling, the quilt that Uncle Liang was originally covering was suddenly pushed up by something, and then a pair of hands fell from the cup.
The edge stretched out and directly covered Uncle Liang's eyes, as if they were blocking the light. I looked carefully at this pair of hands that suddenly appeared, which made me unprepared. They were wearing vermilion plaid pajamas, and these pajamas
It was the same as the pattern on Uncle Liang's collar. So I took a closer look and discovered that the hands covering Uncle Liang's eyes were clearly his own hands! They were old, dark, and full of wrinkles. Because of his thinness, the backs of his hands were
The blood vessels were clearly visible, and I even saw some dirt left between his fingernails because they had not been cleaned for a long time.
Since his hands covered his glasses well, where did the hands that grabbed me come from? Suddenly I thought of this, in the winter environment, my back from my tailbone to the back of my head,
Along the direction of the spine, a dense cold sweat broke out. Along with the stimulation of this cold sweat, I got goosebumps all over my body. After all, I am also a chicken, so it seemed more justified. I quickly lowered my head and looked.
Looking at the hands that grabbed me, the last time I looked at these hands, the light was still very dim, so I couldn't tell clearly at all, and I didn't even notice which direction the hands were extending from. But now when I look at them, I feel
Unforgettable.
This is a pair of hands that have been blue for a long time after death. The joints of the wrists have bulged out like a ping pong ball because they were too thin. The fingers are a bit sharp and the nails are much whiter than the skin. The back of one of the hands is along the direction of the wrist.
About one-third of the forearm, there is a lotus-shaped tattoo.
Only then did I realize that the metal piece in Uncle Liang's mouth was actually in the shape of a lotus, exactly the same as the lotus on this hand.
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