One day, in a certain city, in a building, in a room, there was a pool of blood.

"The government...... This time......"

A man with a strange facial expression was standing barefoot in a pool of blood.

He stared at the news on TV, and at the same time imitated the host's report very fluently.

He spat out a few words, closed his mouth, and the room became extremely quiet in an instant, except for the sound of maroon blood dripping from the fingertips of his drooping hand.

At this time, the man's face was slowly changing.

After about ten minutes, the man's facial muscles began to separate and then regroup.

In just a few seconds, the person standing in front of the TV has changed his face, and that face is very similar to the host in the news just now.

"Hmm...... Hungry. Before he could finish speaking, he staggered to the balcony again, opened the door, and leaned on the railing with one hand.

jumped and landed firmly on the balcony of the house next door.

"Hungry ......"

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"Really...... It's a shame, it's a failure, it's a ...... Regretful"

"Regret...... Regret what?"

"It's noisy!"

"Huh...?"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy opened his hazy sleepy eyes and got out of the bed.

He jerked open the quilt and jumped under the bed, fumbling with his glasses on the table.

After putting on his glasses, he looked around in horror.

Dense beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor.

The hand, which was still trembling at this time, pushed the glasses that had slipped to the bridge of his nose.

"It's probably a dream......," he rubbed his eyes, "probably not sleeping." ”

"Quan Yu, come down to eat!"

"Oh!" Zhou Quanyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Is it already dawn?"

Little did he know that a second voice had just come from the room where he was alone.

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"Did you find the snake?"

He listlessly pulled out his chair and pulled two chopsticks from the plate next to the table.

"Did you find the snake?"

The person sitting across from him asked again.

But he didn't answer, just shook his hand and said softly, "I feel numb and crispy." ”

"Who told you to sleep and strangle it with a rope? ”

His mother came out of the kitchen with two plates of fried rice in her hands.

"I'll eat an omelette. ”

Zhou Quanyu picked up a piece of fried egg on top of the fried rice and put it on his plate.

"In the middle of last night, it really scared me to death......"

As he spoke, he picked up a glass of milk from his hand and brought it to his lips.

"That's what I'm going to say......!"

The man sitting across from him opened the newspaper, furrowed his brows, and said with a smile.

~

In the afternoon, Zhou Quanyu was attending the first class of the afternoon.

He sat by the window, the warm sunlight shining on his face.

He was drowsy, his head half-bowed, his eyes fully closed.

It's certain that you'll be sleepy in the afternoon, especially Zhou Quanyu, who didn't sleep well the night before.

However, Zhou Quanyu's right hand, which was completely closed and ready to sleep, was holding his mobile phone under the table and clicking on the screen quickly, but he didn't seem to know all this.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn't fully asleep, and while he was half-asleep, everything from the previous night began to come to his mind.

It seems to be a memory, and it is like a dream, and although it is very clear, what happened is not so real.

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The night before, a translucent, long strip-shaped, snake-like and non-snake-like unknown creature jumped on the face of Zhou Quanyu, who was sleeping, and then burrowed into his nostrils, but unfortunately, it was sprayed out by one of his sneezes.

The unidentified object landed on the keyboard

Sensing something was wrong on his face, he reflexively jumped out of bed, picked up a book in his hand, rolled it into a barrel, and was about to fan it down towards the keyboard.

And the snake-like thing leaped and landed on his wrist.

Then he quickly made a hole in his skin just big enough for him to get into.

And all this was seen by Zhou Quanyu.

He shouted like a ghost, picked up the headphone cord on the bed, and strangled his right arm fiercely, so as not to let the worm climb up his arm.

"Quan Yu, what's wrong with you!"

His parents were woken up by his shouting.

They opened the door and saw Zhou Quanyu clutching the other hand in one hand, biting a headphone cable that tied his arm in his mouth.

"What's wrong with you!?"

"Snake!...... There are snakes ......"

"Huh?" his parents looked around, but didn't see the snake in his mouth, "another nightmare?"

His parents stood at the door, looking at Zhou Quanyu, who was acting strangely, with a look of disdain at this time.

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"Ahem. ”

A cough interrupted Zhou Quanyu's thoughts.

He turned his head and saw the stern face of the teacher.

"Hmm?...... Student Zhou, it's not good to play with your mobile phone in class. ”

The teacher snatched the phone from his hand.

"Eh, I didn't?" Zhou Quanyu retorted.

But he faced the teacher's eyes and the mobile phone in his hand, and had to helplessly reply: "I know, I'm sorry." ”

In the afternoon, Zhou Quanyu asked the teacher for leave in the name of being uncomfortable.

"Why do my hands move on their own?" he said as he walked home, still recalling the events of today.

Just thinking that he had reached a crossroads.

A car whistle made him retract his feet that were about to step onto the sidewalk.

He stood at the traffic light, and after a few seconds, a ball rolled at his feet, and he subconsciously looked up.

I saw a little girl with two ponytails, running towards the ball, and the car with the horn was less than a meter away from the little girl at this time.

In the next second, Zhou Quanyu rushed forward with a brisk step, hugged the little girl with one hand, and stretched out his other hand in the direction of the speeding car.

Next, instead of a car accident, he faces a badly scrapped sports car below the hood and a hand where red and pink musculature can be seen.

Although this set of movements, it did not pass through his brain, it was completely a mental reflex.

The engine of the car was smoking, and Zhou Quanyu was gasping for breath at this time. He sat down on the ground instantly, looking at his hands, red threaded muscles and bone visible from the wrist down.

Fingers sink deep into the iron hood.

Then, I saw an eye growing in the center of the back of the hand, but this unusual hand, because of the existence of the round eye, looked a little cute.

And it all happened in a matter of seconds, and after that, the hand was back to its original state.

Zhou Quanyu stood up and ran all the way home at a fast pace, not even gasping for breath.

He finally realized the gravity of the situation.

He ran all the way to the house, and after entering the house, he ran directly into the house, closed the door heavily, and closed the curtains.

"Izumi Yu, come back so early."

His mother shouted downstairs.

He didn't bother with anyone anymore.

Quickly ran into the house, threw the bag on the bed, pulled out a utility knife from the drawer, raised it in the air, and aimed it at his right hand.

This sequence of movements is very coherent.

In the hut without any light source, the back of the shivering and sweaty man holding a knife in one hand and aiming the tip of the knife at his right hand looked very scary.

His current mood is difficult to put into words, some fear, some doubt, and even some disgust or hatred for his right hand.

His mind was blank right now, and anything could make him feel terrifying.

His legs were weak and he was shaking, and even what seemed warm now seemed to have become a devil, smiling.

That hand was also very cooperative, yes, trembling incessantly.

These adjectives are used to describe him, and it is not an exaggeration at all.

"This right hand...... Is it my ?......" Dense beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Quanyu's head again, looking very nervous.

"Then I'll give it a try. He held his utility knife aloft, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't run away. He shouted to his hand,

Before he could finish speaking, the muzzle of the hand began to crack, and then an arm grew, and the middle finger began to extend, and an eye wrapped in flesh grew from the tip of the finger.

"Right hand?...... Fail...... Failed"

A mouth grew from the palm of his hand, and his lips closed one by one, and he said this sentence.

"Failure? So...... Where's my right hand?" Zhou Quanyu actually seemed calm down at this time, looking at this somewhat cute hand with eyes and mouth.

"I ate it. The hand blinked, stuck out its tongue, and said with a shake.

"Huh, eaten?" Zhou Quanyu couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Of course, when everyone encounters this kind of thing, the first thing that comes to mind is "dreaming".

"Then how about I eat you?" he said, he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it without hesitation, after all, it was no longer his hand, and there was no need for any stinginess.

Between the time the knife fell, only half of the handle was left in his hand, and the blade was now stuck in the ceiling.

The process was fast, and when the knife in his hand was about to stab his right hand, his thumb and index finger began to stretch and deform.

The muscles of the fingers gradually become apparent and intertwined.

The bone of the fingertips turns into a sharp blade, then two fingers grip the blade, break it and flick it gently.

In an instant, half of the blade was slammed onto the ceiling, piercing deep into the concrete compartment.

And all of this was done by that hand.

"Language...... And also...... Didn't learn at all...... You teach me. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Quanyu's heart doubled with fear.

If a person can become like this on his own and be able to speak, he should have been scared of incontinence at this time.

"I ask you, you ...... What are you?"

But the hand didn't answer, he just closed his eyes, and then yawned in a good way, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." ”

Then, his hand gradually recovered.

"Wait, hey, I've got a lot of questions for you!

Fear or something, for Zhou Quanyu, there is almost nothing, more curiosity.

"Quanyu, what's wrong with you?" his mother was standing outside the door, trying to push it open.

"Don't come in!" Zhou Quanyu shouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine. "He rarely yells at his family, especially his parents.

After a while, he heard the footsteps of his mother's departure, and he was relieved.

Open your computer and click on Browser.

An afternoon of frenzied searching, but couldn't find any information about that hand.

"Isn't there anyone in the world like me?" he muttered to himself, holding his head in his hands.

"Izumi Yu! ”

He just lay in front of the computer until his mother told him to come downstairs for dinner.

"It's coming!" he replied weakly.

At this time, the sun has been half obscured by the back mountain.

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"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

His father, as usual, sat across the table, still reading the newspaper.

"Nothing, just a little uncomfortable. Another bowl. ”

He said as he handed the plate to his mother.

"I'm not feeling well, but my appetite is good. ”

Zhou Quanyu's usual amount of rice is no more than a bowl of rice.

"The illness has been cured, so eat more. ”

He was ready to hide the matter of his right hand from them, but even if he said it, no one would believe it.