Lao Ka originally scratched the itch casually, but I saw that the more he scratched, the harder he scratched, especially on his forehead, which was scratched and bleeding.
Dou Sprout was the closest. He shouted twice and grabbed Lao Ka's arm to prevent him from moving.
Lao Ka couldn't reach it anymore, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said anxiously: "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Let the fuck go!"
Lao Ka was very strong now. He pushed Bean Sprouts away, then ran to the corner and continued to scratch his face with both hands.
While scratching, he said to himself: "Comfortable, comfortable."
I could see it from a few meters away. Lao Ka's forehead, including the area above her nose, was already bloody and bloody. The blood was flowing downwards, and her fingernails were all red.
Seeing this, Naotou said loudly with a black face: "Hold him down!"
Brother Yu walked over quickly.
He grabbed Lao Ka's right hand and then his left hand, and slowly separated them with strength. Brother Yu pushed Lao Ka into the corner and asked, "Can you hear me? What are you doing?"
Lao Ka's expression seemed to be crying and laughing, but also a bit painful. He struggled hard and shouted: "Help my brother! Help me!"
"I'm itchy! It's so itchy! Let me scratch it!"
Bang!
Brother Yu hit Lao Ka's head hard with his own.
Then Lao Ka leaned against the wall, slowly collapsed, and slid to the ground, unconscious.
This happened so fast, I don't even know what happened.
I quickly walked over to check and found that the wounds on Lao Ka's face that he had scratched were more serious than I thought. All the red meat on his forehead had been scratched off.
I swallowed, turned around and asked, "Is it because the original coffin fluid sprayed on his face?"
I pointed to Lao Ka's temple and said, "The small patch of red here is not blood, but is left by the coffin fluid."
Regarding the unexpected situation in front of him, he knitted his head and brows and said, "I'm not sure, I've never seen the original coffin liquid in such a good state of preservation before, but..."
"But what?" I asked.
"But that doesn't make sense."
He raised his head and frowned and said: "Although I can't be sure, the general chemical composition of this kind of embalming fluid should include mercury, acetic acid, ether, etc. I have never heard that these things will itch like this if they touch the human face..."
"It's over!"
"It's over, it's over..."
Dou Sprouts suddenly said a series of words.
I was startled, so I turned around and asked him what was wrong.
At this time, Douyazai's eyes were horrified. He scratched his hairline subconsciously, and cried while scratching: "Fengzi, brother, I'm done. I'm also starting to itch."
"ah?"
"Damn it, don't scare me. It's real or fake. Now is not the time to joke."
Dou Sprout began to scratch his forehead and said loudly: "When did I ever make a joke to you!"
"It's getting more itchy!"
"Hurry up and tie me up with a rope!"
"Damn it! I can't control myself!"
Judging from Dou Sprout's expression, it doesn't look like he's lying or joking with me.
"do not move!"
I found the rope and quickly tied Bean Sprouts behind his back.
It was okay at first, but after just two or three minutes, Bean Sprout became almost the same as Lao Ka's before.
He struggled wildly and shouted: "It's itchy! It's itching to death! It's itching to death!"
Seeing this, Brother Yu's big hands were like pliers, holding Dou Sprout tightly and pressing him to the coffin board so that he could not move.
If you don't hold him down, Dou Sprout will make the same mistake again, like Lao Ka, who scratched himself until he was disfigured and disfigured.
