Black Earth Lane, the name of an urban village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Qian and I have temporarily settled here, and the rent of 200 yuan a month has been owed for half a year, and we really don't dare to come back in broad daylight.

The moon was sparsely starry overhead, and there was only a distorted shadow walking around the empty streets.

Ye Qian is still entangled in me, and I swear tonight that next time I drink with him, I have to pretend to be drunk if I am not drunk.

When I finally walked up to the fourth floor, a pungent smell came, and my eyes were smoked with tears. This is the so-called bathroom, and next door is our nest.

There is no one else in this building except the landlady who lives on the first floor. The stinky people and animals on the fourth floor are difficult to approach, and the old lady never steps a step.

When I walked back to my room, I was covered in sweat. Ye Qian, don't look so thin, he is still as heavy as a dead pig.

Throw him on the bed opposite, and I fell asleep.

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I don't know what it was, I was lying in bed, my eyes could see my surroundings. The whitening walls, the gloomy curtains, the white bed, I was naked*. There was nothing in the room but me and the bed.

And the whole body is like being bound!

I want to be immobile, I want to shout and be silent.

Just then, there was a noise at the door. Immediately after, the door was pushed open, and a woman came in with a cart.

The woman was beautiful, with a very white face and dark and shiny eyes. Wearing a white nurse's uniform, the skirt only reaches the knees, and a pair of jade legs like lotus knots appear in front of him.

It's not the first time I've been seen by a woman with a full body chiluo*.

Her eyes swept over me, and a layer of goosebumps spread all over my body. A cold breath came out of nowhere, the scalp tingled, and the hair began to explode.

"Hey, hey......" The woman sneered, putting her hands on the cart as she slowly washed her hands. Clear, crystalline liquid weaved through her pale fingers, and the nails on the knuckles were trimmed short.

She washes it slowly and carefully.

When she was done, she wiped her hands with a white towel. Looking back at me, there was an eerie look in his eyes.

She turned and picked something up from the cart. She turned again, and a dazzling scalpel appeared in her hand.

The blade fits perfectly on the knife holder, and the rounded curve and the thin edge of the knife like a cicada's wing indicate that the knife is of good quality.

She took the knife and made a gesture at my neck, but for some reason frowned and gave up. She raised the blade again, and I could see a look of pain in her eyes.

Suddenly, the blade landed between my two collarbones, a slight slash.

I heard the sound of a crisp knife cutting through the skin.

Looking down, the knife pulled a hole horizontally just below the throat. It's slim and straight, like a baseline at the beginning of an engineering drawing.

The blade had just been pulled out of the line, and a strip of red was coming out of it, which was supposed to be my blood, so red that it was a little dark.

Very strange feeling, no pain.

The woman frowned, turned around and took the cotton flowers from the cart on the side, and carefully sucked up the blood stains on her chest.

She took the scalpel and pulled it down from the center of the opening. Skillful, a standard mid-vertical line.

The line ran down from the middle of my ribs to my lower abdomen. The longitudinal lines on the chest are fine, and small blood beads are arranged in an orderly manner on both sides.

When the line reaches the stomach, it suddenly becomes thicker, opening like a bloody mouth, and the two lips are rolled from side to side.

The moment I opened it, I saw the contents of my stomach, which were blue, white and yellow. Only a moment later, blood poured out of it, like a brightly colored Baotu Spring.

Seeing this, the woman smiled on her face. This smile is very bright, but with that white to dead face, it makes people very uncomfortable.

She smiled darkly and deliberately glanced at my face.

It was at this time that I suddenly realized that I could actually move, and my body regained consciousness again.

A great pain came from all the wounds on his body. This has a bit of the meaning of the anesthetic failure during the operation, which just complements the surrounding environment.

I felt pain, my mouth was wide open, beads of sweat rolled all over my body, and I wanted to wail loudly, but I couldn't make the slightest sound.

Suddenly, I stood up.

The look of surprise in the eyes of the woman opposite flashed. She stood like a puppet, my hand outstretched, she handed me the scalpel, everything was so unremarkable, as if it were just an ordinary pencil.

The moment my fingers touched, the chill of my bones came down my fingertips, as if I were touching a corpse.

She still had a smile on her face, and I fiddled with the scalpel on my fingertips. The blade scurled back and forth between her wrists and joints, and the smile on her face vanished, replaced by an endless amount of resentment.

His face was distorted, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

Now is the time to wait!

A sentence suddenly sounded, as if I was speaking, and it seemed to come from the bottom of my heart. The scalpel plunged straight into her neck under her earlobe, and a burst of soft elasticity made the blade jump, it was the carotid artery.

The hand involuntarily increased the force, and the tip of the knife passed through the skin, and the layer of window paper was pierced.

Blood, like a burst pipe, made a sizzling sound, sprayed thin on me, dripping to the ground.

When the blood sprayed on my wound, a strange feeling of **** spread throughout my body, so comfortable that it was difficult to hold myself.

From the neck to the abdomen, the wound is healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Her face grew paler and her resentment intensified. The blood stains were dotted on her face, and she became more beautiful at this moment.

The scalpel continues to go deeper, cutting through the carotid artery, the jugular vein, and around the esophagus trachea, with a crunching sound, accompanied by a slight vibration, down the knife holder to the palm.

The cut was long, her resentful face was filled with pain, she coughed violently, and her body began to tremble.

With each cough, blood spurts out of the trachea, filling the rhythm.

The blade stepped over the esophagus, and the front was flat, and nothing could hinder its movement.

Cut through the vein again, and the knife went under the back of the head.

The two bloody openings on the left and right surrounded the originally white neck, and they were less than ten centimeters together at this moment.

knives, keep going. When it encounters an obstacle, it stops abruptly and then pulls out of the neck.

My hand was already bloody, but it didn't stop, and continued to stick the knife on the other side, and then pulled it in and out as if it were a saw.

The knife went under the back of the head again, and it stopped!

I put the knife on the surgical cart, held her head with both hands, slowly lifted it, and then tilted my head. He put her head upside down on her back, and the back of her head was attached to her back. Two white objects protruded abruptly from the neck, and the esophagus and trachea were so close together.

I turned around, took the tweezers from the cart, and slowly wiped the break zone that fit into a small pillow.

The blood was almost gone, the four cyan blood vessels on both sides had dried up, and if you looked down the white tube, you could see a gust of air up and down, and the sound of stomach peristalsis could be heard in the esophagus.

After a few minutes, all the blood on her face and neck was gone.

I slowly lowered my head, the huge opening open, and the flesh rolled to the sides.

I washed my hands on the cart, then took the black silk thread and threaded it into the graceful curve of the steel needle against the white light of the windowsill.

I shuttled stitches and threads, the flesh was pulled together by the silk threads, and the slash on her neck was slowly disappearing. Instead, there was a jet-black trail, like a crawling centipede.

Her smile reappeared, and it was brilliant.

At this point, the world collapsed! It was dark, everything was gone, and when I regained my vision, I was lying on the bed, covered in cold sweat.

I sat up at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. Take a deep breath and the hot breath runs down your trachea to your chest.

How could you have such strange dreams? The dream is still so real.

Ye Qian on the other side was still asleep, if it weren't for his thunderous snoring, I would definitely not be so calm at this time.

I couldn't help but feel excited, and I actually wanted to pee. I was almost scared in my pants by the strange dream, and I laughed self-deprecatingly, protruding the smoke ring, and pulled the door open to walk to the bathroom.

This bathroom is in poor condition, a squatting pit, a urinal.

I stood by the urinal, took out the dictator and opened the sluice gate to release the water, which was called a comfort. Looking left and right, the streets in the darkness seem quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on my back. A black shadow stood silently behind me, motionless, only a few minutes shorter than me!

This building is empty, where is this shadow coming from? My heart hung in the air! (To be continued.) )