you are scary

19

This idea originated from Bai Qianwan's failed witchcraft, which dates back to nine years ago. A lot of things happened in 2133, but all he could remember were things that were not good for him, like witchcraft that messed up his memory, so that his memory was a paste for several years.

What was deeply rooted in his mind was the mysterious disappearance in City B that year.

A man cooked a big pot of braised pork, and he asked Bai Qianwan, "Do you want to eat?"

……

Wuny never replied to him.

Could this guy have been arrested and interrogated by the police?With such thoughts in mind, Bai Qianwan was relaxed and nervous for a while, and the ice and fire were in the middle of the sky for a while.The ghosts on the ceiling are biting each other and fighting like a group of monkeys.

"I'm going to sleep, don't make noise." Bai Qianwan hugged the quilt and said.His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed sadly.

"I know, I know." The ghosts walked away, and those who didn't leave also kept their mouths shut.Humans and ghosts have very different work and rest schedules. Most ghosts have no concept of sleep, and just hide in houses because they are inconvenient to go out during the day. At night, these ghosts are full of energy and noisy.In the blink of an eye, the only ghost left in the living room is the human pig.Renyi is almost the closest ghost to humans, and his work and rest are similar to him.

As usual, the lights went out and No. 18 Zhengde Street went to sleep.

Bai Qianwan didn't feel any difference.

Until——in his sleep, someone suddenly covered his mouth and nose.At first he thought it was a human pig joking with him, hey, stop making trouble, he wanted to say this, but in an instant, Bai Qianwan suddenly thought that a human pig has no hands and feet, this person is not a human pig...but not long after, his consciousness suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, there was still the chandelier above my head, in the shape of a dilapidated purple morning glory, with a total of six light bulbs covered in dust and cobwebs, and only two light bulbs were still working due to disrepair.However, the chandelier was not turned on, and Bai Qianwan could see clearly through the light of the old desk lamp that was turned on beside him.Looking down, in addition to his bloody hands and feet, there is also a man squatting on the ground laying knives.

The man was dressed in black, with medical plastic gloves on his hands, wrapped like a layer of human skin.He was fiddling with scalpels, medical alcohol, sutures, needles, medical cotton, scissors, etc., and there were two machetes, hammers, saws and other things leaning against the door.The lights were very dim, but all these utensils were shining brightly without exception, and Bai Qianwan could even see his distorted figure on them.

A petite figure of a woman flashed in front of her eyes, probably the rumored Fu Jin herself.

The scary thing is that the human pig is completely absent.Has she been eaten?

Bai Qianwan moved his tongue and tried to speak, but was blocked by layers of tape on his face.

"There are no bowls and chopsticks...the kitchen is also empty, and there are no tools for cooking. This man doesn't cook." The strange woman snorted dissatisfied.

Wu Ni didn't raise his head: "Then eat it raw, do you still want to eat the brains this time? The taste of brains is really bad."

It's really strange, how did Wu Ni and Fu Jin get in?There are many police officers patrolling outside, right?

The next second, the dazzling reflection of the scalpel flashed in front of his eyes, and he had to squint his eyes.

Wu Ni wore a cold mask on his face and a surgical cap on his head. Bai Qianwan had the illusion that he was lying in the operating room.The icy metal coolness spread from the scalpel attached to his cheek, and his heart was stirred up by it.

"You are very scared," Wu Ni wiped the cold sweat from the forehead for him, and the eyes above the mask smiled round and crouching silkworms, "Scared and curious? 'Why Wu Ni is here', right? I don't will tell you."

Drop, drop, drop.

Fu Jin was sitting in front of the computer, starting the positioning system on the desktop.She complained vaguely: "So you planned to use this method to let the police find Wu Ni? It's okay, okay, Wu Ni didn't agree to the date you carefully prepared. But you plan to be a human bait, and you have courage. "

"It's a pity that you are at home now." Wu Ni shook his head, and the two chatted like singing a double reed. They had a tacit understanding, and they were really like different parts of the same person, and even their tone was very similar. Will it come in handy?"

In an instant, Bai Qianwan's heart brightened.

Alas, he was indeed misled.This ghost, Renzhi, is really terrible... It must be thanks to Renzhi's help that the two of them can enter No. 18.Why is she doing this?I don't know, I can't figure it out.

"Your eyes say self-defeating, it seems that you are very pessimistic." The scalpel dexterously rotated between Wu Ni's five fingers, and it stopped on the skin on the left edge of Bai Qianwan's mandible like a show of skill, with the tip of the knife slightly exerting force , A tingling pain came from the skin, and Bai Qianwan's eyelashes trembled.

"I'll cut it from here, and then peel off the whole face." Wu Ni touched his forehead again, "At this point, the scalp will be gone, and the hair will be difficult to manage. You may convulse and go into shock because of the pain , but I won't let you die so quickly."

"But before that, I want to goug out your eyes first," Wu Ni gestured in front of his eyeballs with the tip of his knife, "I like the eyes of every dead person very much, and you are no exception. It's meaningless, it's better to dig it out first. Hmm—do you have something to say?"

Bai Qianwan's body was trembling, the trembling of muscle discomfort caused by trying to break free from the shackles of his hands and feet.

"It seems that you don't know how I know until you die? Tell me a key word, 'the case of the missing woman in City B'... You look so painful, just because you know the missing woman? I heard that you are through Healer, you must have psychic for her countless times, what is the result? Seeing you like this, you will know—is it delicious? Is her meat delicious?"

Wu Ni's tongue licked his cheek, swimming across his face like a wet water snake, rough and nauseating.

What sprayed directly from the licked skin to the brain was the dizziness and familiarity that even the closed memory could not resist. Accompanied by Wu Ni's malicious ravings, the memory and fear were like a truck running over the body, Bai Qian Wan felt like being hit hard—going crazy, there was a poisonous snake swimming in his stomach, yelling "eat, eat, eat".

Along with fear and memory, there is also a smell of braised pork...

Did he eat that day?

forget.No... definitely not.

Wu Ni looked down at him, from top to bottom, Bai Qianwan's naked chest was rising and falling rapidly, if he held a stethoscope on his left chest at this moment, he could probably hear the prey's last violent drumming before his death.

Wu Ni laughed softly a few times: "It is the most pleasing thing for me to disintegrate human will before the food dies. I just used a knife to draw dozens of horizontal and vertical lines on the woman before her face like a chessboard. Because of the wrong drawing, I put her on the induction cooker and burned her. Her face looked like a freshly squeezed raw beef ball. I asked her to look in the mirror by herself, and she collapsed on the spot, begging me to kill She. After all, she is an Israeli servant woman. What else is there if she loses her appearance? She is so fragile. Why do you look at me with such hatred—is it because I poked your childhood pain? You ate it The missing woman? No? Is it right? Come on, blink once for 'no', close your eyes for 'yes'. Three two one—start!"

The brown eyeballs were motionless, like frozen tea.

"What does this mean? It's not 'yes' or 'no', could it be 'no comment'?" Wu Ni's hair fluttered briskly because of the laughter, like the wings of insects, "It doesn't matter, dig first Take your eyes off."

Fingers wearing plastic gloves pressed the eyelid of Bai Qianwan's right eye up and down, and forcibly separated it. The blood-stained red inner membrane was turned out, the thick and long eyelashes were raised high, and there was an eyeball in the middle that was filled with physiological tears. He was staring at him.

The tip of the knife pierced with precision——

"Why are there so many ghosts outside?"

In the middle of the night, Song Nongmo went out with Li Ke to visit lonely ghosts as usual. In this line of work, day and night have been reversed. They don't necessarily rest during the day and often work overtime at night.

Based on the collected information, they sorted out the identities of some ghosts on Zhengde Street.There are more than a dozen ghosts resident on No. 18 alone, not including the headless children who only play outside and don't go in.The dozen or so ghosts are almost all eating, drinking and having fun on the 18th, and the two homeowners have no objections, forming a confusing cohabitation relationship.

Song Nongmo's memory is excellent, and he almost recognized all these ghosts after seeing them once.What's more, many of these ghosts had money deals with him to prevent Bai Qianwan from committing suicide.

Now these dozen or so ghosts are wandering the streets for some reason, like a group of homeless vagabonds.

"Why don't you go into the house?" He stopped a one-eyed ghost.

The one-eyed ghost howled, "Because Mrs. Chen drove us away!"

"why?"

"It is said that brother Xiaobai will not be allowed to sleep, and we will go back tomorrow morning. But Xiaobai usually will not drive us away—" the ghost cried with a sad face.

In the thick night, there was no one in front of Gate 18, not even the headless children playing football in the courtyard were gone.The large windows on the front of the house were tightly covered by curtains, and only the painting of Mary with the baby in her arms could be vaguely seen on the windows.

"Is Ms. Chen in there?" Song Nongmo asked.

"probably?"

Li Ke was also infected by the cautiousness on Song Nongmo's face, and took out the gun from the holster.Without saying a word, the two walked towards the gate of the haunted house at No. 18 Zhengde Street. Just as they were about to knock on the door, a ghost suddenly rushed over, and half of its body passed through the door.Suddenly, there was a clicking sound from the inside out.

The tip of the knife was too close to be in focus so that it was a blurry round silver dot.The sharp and cold blade like an ice pick gradually approached him...

Bai Qianwan's mind went blank.He couldn't feel anything anymore, and at this dying moment, he couldn't think of anything.What school warehouse, Song Nongmo, mother, human flesh... nothing, the sense of touch also disappeared at this moment, the trembling of cold sweat disappeared, only the ringing in the ears became more and more serious.

click!

All of a sudden, Bai Qianwan heard a muffled sound like a watermelon being dropped on the ground. Along with the muffled sound, there were sporadic splashes of warm liquid on his chest, and the fingers pinned to his eyelids. Also disappeared instantly.

Before the silver fuzzy dot fell down, he subconsciously closed his eyes.A stinging pain flew across his eyelids and cheeks, and he immediately opened his eyes——

Wu Ni, who is as tall as a giant, wears a blue surgical cap with a machete stuck obliquely on his head, as if a watermelon has been hacked, blood and tofu-like brains are falling from the split head .

Is this the Watermelon Man?

very funny……

Bai Qianwan tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it was a pity that it was firmly stuck by the tape.

There were screams and shouts in the distance, but he ignored them.

Although the process was different from what he had imagined, many things were useless, and some people even put them aside, but it didn't matter, Wu Ni died, his secret was buried for the time being, and everyone was happy.