Laugh to death, there are no ordinary people at all

"You're beautiful." I affirmed.

Although judging from the shabby coat and messy hair, she is not doing well now, but she is healthy and has hands and feet, and there is always a chance to get out of the slump.I was worried that she would still doubt me, so I said it again affirmatively:

"You are beautiful, especially the eyes."

Hearing my second affirmation, she froze for a moment, then raised her hand and pulled off her mask.

"How about this? Is this still beautiful?"

Under the mask was a mouth that had been cut horizontally. The wounds spread horizontally from the corners of the mouth on both sides, and the skin was torn apart.You can even see the texture of the meat and the back molars.

My eyes widened, and I gasped.

I watched the woman endure the pain, and continued with her mouth so wounded: "If you say I'm beautiful, then become like me..."

"Who did it!"

I gasped. Compared with the fear of seeing the wound, I was more angry that someone would do such a thing.

It's so good to have such a big gash on a girl's face.

I let go of the hand holding the man beside me, and grabbed her arms in excitement.

Probably because of the injury and the loss of soul, I could feel her coldness through the clothes.

Maybe because she didn't expect me to do this, she froze obviously, and then approached me with her disfigured face, allowing me to see her wound more clearly.

I am even more sad.

Most people only want to hide when they are injured so that no one can see their wounds——

She had to suffer so much to show her wounds so self-destructively.The scene of an innocent girl being bullied by violence instantly appeared in my mind.

"Don't be afraid, medical technology is very advanced now, although your wound is big, there is still a great hope of healing." I tried to comfort me, "Right?"

In order to appear credible, I also specifically sought the opinion of the person next to me, hoping to get his affirmation-fortunately, this gentleman is visually impaired and will not be frightened by such a wound.

"what?"

The man withdrew his hand that was about to take action, and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, that's right."

The man covering his eyes showed an interested smile.

This is so true.

in various senses.

I thought... Forget it, that's the only way to be interesting, isn't it?

When I got the man's reply, I turned my head to face the woman in front of me again: "Did you get bullied by someone? No, it was intentional injury."

I don't know why she stopped me, but since she saw it, she couldn't pretend she didn't see it.

So I said in the most sincere and sincere voice: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you to the police station to call the police... Ah, maybe you should go to the hospital first? Go to the hospital."

Maybe she was frightened by me, her body trembled a little, and she wanted to pull out her arms uncomfortably, but the strength was unexpectedly small, so she never succeeded.

"Don't go to the hospital!"

"Then go to the police first?"

I relaxed a little, but I didn't dare to let go immediately because I was worried that she would run away.

I know that many people choose to run away because they don’t want to face the fear, but she obviously encountered a bad incident of intentional injury and suffered such a serious injury, so she can’t just let her escape like this.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" She said stiffly.

"Of course I'm not afraid!" I replied decisively, "So it's okay, let's go, let's go to the police now."

I apologized to the man next to me while talking.

"I'm sorry I may have to delay you for a while, I have to accompany her to the police station to call the police."

I was full of guilt. I originally wanted to repay the favor, but I couldn't do without it, but it added trouble to others.

"Pfft..." He made a strange gasp, but immediately put on a smile of understanding:

"There's nothing we can do when we meet someone who needs help, so let's go to the police station first."

As expected of a kind-hearted person who has helped me, he is more enthusiastic than ordinary people in helping others.

I am very touched.

Probably he also really wanted to help this poor woman, I saw that his expression became more kind.

"I hope you can get a new life."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that when he said "you" again, he emphasized his tone.

"Then let's go to the police station now."

I pulled the woman and was about to leave, but maybe she was too scared, so she didn't pull at once, and her face twisted accordingly.

Coupled with the wound almost across the lower half of the face and the shadow of the alley behind, it really has the effect of a horror movie.It was as if her mouth could split in two and swallow people in the next second.

However, I only felt embarrassed when I saw her contorting her face and wound so hard.

"Don't touch the wound... No, you have to be careful not to let the wound continue to expand."

As I spoke, I quickly raised my hand and took her mask back. "Also be careful not to infect the wound."

Wait, can a mask that has been worn once like this be covered back?

I thought about it for two seconds, and felt that it would be better to wear a mask than to be exposed to the air full of dust and exhaust fumes.

"laugh."

"What's the matter?" I looked at the man next to him, he still had a smile on his face, but compared with before, he always felt a little more happy.

Is it because you are happy to help others?

"Hey, I mean, let's go to the police station quickly. Such a poor girl, we have to take her to the security immediately!"

He spoke righteously.

However, the captured woman struggled crazily as if she couldn't bear it anymore. Fortunately, I had already considered that she might escape and was prepared, otherwise she might really break free.

"I'm not going!"

Her voice sharpened.

"I am going to kill you!"

She yelled as if breaking down.

I just think she is more pitiful.

"Don't worry, tell them what happened to you when you arrive at the police station, the police will not let the bad guys go!"

Although the Japanese police are worrying in various senses, I still believe that they will not let the murderer with such a bad plot go unpunished.

However, as if she couldn't hear what I said, she just repeated angrily: "Kill you! Kill you ahhh."

I wasn't angry, I just pulled her out two more steps with both hands.

The kind-hearted man beside me took a step forward as if he wanted to help me, but I refused without looking back: "I can still hold her, so don't do it first, I'm afraid she will accidentally hurt you. "

While speaking, the woman struggled even more fiercely.While she was struggling, something fell from her arms, making a 'clang' sound.

I looked down and saw a pair of scissors stained with blood.

"Let me support her." The man said suddenly, "I'm still quite strong."

I looked at the scissors on the ground, and I really needed someone to help hold her so that I could get the scissors, so I nodded:

"Then be careful."

"Is this the weapon that hurt you?"

I carefully picked up the half-meter-long scissors through the paper towel.

"You got all the murder weapons back, why don't you go to the police?"

No, she didn't want to commit suicide.

Reminiscing to what she asked me earlier if she was pretty, my heart skipped a beat.

Maybe that question was her asking for help. If I was scared by her and ran away, she might not be able to bear it anymore.

Fortunately, I was brave and didn't miss her message for help.

Noticing that the kind-hearted man was facing me, I quickly explained: "I'm afraid of losing my fingerprints. I don't know how long she was rubbed in my arms... I don't know if I can still get clear fingerprints."

I'm a little worried.

The kind person comforted me: "You have tried your best."

"It's really not... It's her life."

He seemed to say something vaguely.

I quickly poked the man with my free hand, then pulled his arm and padded my feet and said in a low voice: "Don't say that, she's already like this, don't make people more sad."

I don't think everyone has to sympathize with anyone, but it's better not to say such sad words.

Sure enough, when she heard our words, the woman burst into tears.And I don't know if it's because the person holding her has changed to a man, but she didn't struggle this time.Just crying miserably.

"Don't cry, don't cry! There should be no tears on the wound!"

I hastened to persuade, but the more I persuaded, the more terribly the woman cried.

"That's right, it's too early to cry now." The man also helped to persuade him, but I think he is really not good at talking.

Not only did she fail to persuade her, but the poor woman cried even harder. "It won't get any better anyway."

I didn't know what to do at once.

Did it really hurt someone?

I handed the scissors to the kind-hearted person, then hurriedly took out a tissue from the bag and grabbed her with one hand and wiped her tears with the other.

I really didn't expect someone to be able to cry so much, like a faucet, a tissue is soaked in a short time.

I threw the soaked cold paper towel into the trash can on the side of the road, and quickly changed another paper towel for her to wipe.

Maybe because it was already very late in the evening, we didn't see any other pedestrians on this road. I couldn't even find someone to ask for help, so I could only drag the poor victim and the kind but visually impaired man hard. Moved to a nearby police box.

Maybe because I thought about it, the woman I was dragging didn't cry as much as before.

Seeing this, I was also relieved.

Probably noticed that someone was coming, and a policeman came out of the police box in front.

Maybe it's because he has never seen such a tall person. When he saw the kind-hearted man next to me, his eyes widened in shock:

"Five... I, I mean leave it to me, we will definitely not let a murderer go!"

"Are you all right?"

I looked at the victim next to me.

She lowered her head and didn't answer.

I was a little worried, so I said, "Why don't I stay with you..."

"No! You go!"

This time, I didn't need to urge her, she walked to the policeman in an instant.Perhaps the policeman was frightened by her action, and took two steps back.

But probably thinking of his duty as a policeman, he walked back the next second and helped the victim's arm.

"Then don't be afraid yourself."

I exhorted.

"I'm not afraid!"

She replied reflexively, and then took half a step back to the policeman as if she realized that she was too sensitive.

"Then you are fine, I will go back first."

I was still thinking about taking the kind-hearted person beside me to where he was going, so I didn't continue to ask to go to the police station with me.

"Sorry for the delay, then I'll take you there now."

I sincerely apologize, and then walk in the direction he came from.The previous road is the closest to my house, and there are not many cars usually, so it is relatively safe.

Until the watchman left, the 'policeman' looked at the 'woman' next to him whose curse had almost dissipated with a complicated expression, looked at the direction in which the two left with admiration and murmured:

"As expected of Mr. Gojo, he can subdue even troublesome vengeful spirits like 'urban legends'."

Unlike some specific curse spirits, this kind of wraith born in legends cannot be completely eliminated.

For as long as the legend lasts, it must reappear because of people's fantasies and fears.

Therefore destroying individual entities is only palliative, not the root cause, unless the 'concept' can be brought under control.

like this.

This time it should be sealed for a while longer.

Sure enough, Mr. Wutiao is extraordinary when he goes out!