It shouldn't be a live baby, how can anyone give birth by a caesarean section like this, the hand reaches into the belly, pulls it out for a while, and finally grabs the target, pulls it out directly like a turnip, and as the hand stretches out a little bit, the blood is also sprayed out......

See the hair! Hair? Newborn babies have hair? It seems like...... There seems to be a little, but ...... The baby's hair is so long, and although it has been stained red with blood, it is still visible at a glance that it is hair!

The girl grabs her hair and pulls it out!

yes, it's like combing a braid, can a newborn have that long hair?

I stared intently at the scene in front of me, nervously almost stopped breathing, what was in my stomach? What kind of child is it? Also, how did her belly get so big in just a few days? There are so many questions that have been lingering in my heart like a haze, and now that she is finally about to give birth, I widen my eyes and watch the child little by little, little by little showing her belly.

First of all, he showed his head, he couldn't see anything clearly, it was all blood, red and mushy, but he could still see his eyes closed......

The girl let out a beastly roar in her throat as she dragged the child out, and the red and blackened blood on the whole lower body and the bed contrasted sharply with her pale face and lips, but I had no time to care about her feelings, and put all my thoughts on the baby.

Wrong!

How could he have something on his shoulders? It was like a dress, but because it was all red with blood, I wasn't sure, so I had to wait for her to give birth completely.

It's up to the waist, it's up to the thighs!

I always wonder if the baby is entangled with the intestines in the belly, so it is difficult to pull it out, otherwise it would be nice to take it out directly, why does it look so difficult and painful?

Wrong wrong! It seems to be really a dress, a dress!

Until the baby's thighs were pulled out, it was clear that she was wearing a skirt, starting from the shoulders and connecting the skirt!

I covered my mouth, my eyes widened, I almost didn't fall, when all was dug out, yes! It's wearing a skirt! There was no crying, his eyes were closed, his hair was long, and he dragged it all the way to his back, but the handful on the top of his head was firmly grasped by the mother.

The girl breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if she had accomplished a great thing, but she seemed to turn a blind eye to those strange places, and held the baby tenderly in her arms, kissing and kissing, and in an instant her pale lips were red, and it looked like a bloody mouth.

I retreated to a dark corner, not daring to move, not daring to make a sound, the girl and the baby seemed to have some tacit understanding, she seemed to know that she was born a child in clothes, and I could only hide myself, I didn't dare to alarm them!

She picked up a piece of clothing at the head of the bed that had not touched the blood, and wiped the baby little by little, not taking off the baby's clothes, but carefully wiping the blood stains off her surface.

She was sitting cross-legged while wiping the baby in her arms, although her stomach was deflated, but I don't know if it was because of sitting, her stomach was stretched open into a big hole, which seemed to contain boiling blood, and it was bubbling out.

I don't know how long I peeked in the corner, and I must have forgotten about seeing her wipe the baby's blood so seriously! You won't notice that there's one person missing from the room and I'm gone. And I've already planned, when a suitable opportunity arises, I'll quickly leave here and go to the police! But none of this can be found out to her!

She completely ignored the wound on her stomach and gently wiped the baby's body, and the newborn child never made a single cry, I even began to feel that she should not have cried in the first place, everything was not in accordance with common sense, how could there be a croaking that should exist?

With a little wipe off the bloodstains, how to ...... Why do you think it's weird...... I stared at the baby in the dark, fear seeping into my every pore from all sides......

"Here you go", the girl suddenly held the baby in one hand and stretched out to the front, this direction is where I am hiding at the moment! Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to give me the baby.

She's already looking at me, and I'm going to be more careful not to expose myself!

I desperately ducked into the corner again, not even daring to get out of the atmosphere. I know people who talk to themselves, into the air or into a wall, and no one knows if they see something or something else! Ay! Why am I so unlucky, the person she chose to talk to herself was actually the position where I was hiding. Luckily, there was no light on in the house, and this corner happened to be a blind spot of light, so she shouldn't have noticed me!

"Here you go."

As she spoke, she slowly moved off the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the door and facing me! Now I can see clearly, the intestines in my stomach are shaking inside, as if they have turned black.

She's on her feet! Trembling to his feet, still holding the baby in his hands, he stretched out in my direction.

I don't know when her blouse was torn, and her whole belly was exposed, or rather, the inside of her whole belly was exposed, and when she walked, her legs were spread apart, and she shook sharply from side to side, and she was walking towards me step by step.

Did she see me? Do you want to give me the baby?

Looking at her and thinking that she was shaking, the intestines in her stomach were shaken out and dragged on her lower abdomen, swinging and swinging, and the ends of the intestines kept dripping blood on the ground. And the baby in my hand kept reaching out to my position, I ...... I almost cried!

She came a little closer to me, and because of the shaking, a section of her intestines had fallen to her knee, like the pendulum of a wall clock, with her strange steps, one left and one right.

"Here you go!" She said it again, "That's my opposite!"

I was shocked, could it really be that he was telling me?

At this time, the baby was getting closer and closer to me, and I finally saw her clearly......

If it weren't for the wall behind me to lean on, I would have sat on the ground! My legs couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't believe the scene in front of me......

This baby ......

It......

Isn't it the doll?

Its back was pinched by the girl, and it was smiling all the time in front of me! Yes! Laughing all the time!

She finally walked up to me, handed me the doll, and said coldly, "Take it away!" ”

I'm desperately trying to cover my mouth and keep myself from screaming and take it away? How...... How is this the case?

I suddenly remembered the middle-aged woman who used to live in this room, and I had hallucinations about her several times, all of which were nothing more than one content: "Bring the doll!" "And now it's a different person, but in the end, it's all the same ending!

It seems that the patients in this room have a mission, which is to let me take the doll! But the results of such an analysis are simply ridiculous, they are in such a tragic situation, and they are actually to complete a mission, and this mission is to let me take the doll? What does a doll have to do with me! Where do I take it? Isn't that!

"Take it away," she said again, and shoved the doll into my arms, and as soon as the doll touched me, I jumped away like hell, and at the same time ...... I suddenly noticed that the doll's face had changed again, an expression of disappointment and sadness.

It must be my heart! This is just a doll, except for the eyes that can be opened and closed, the facial features can't move, it's all made of plastic, where does it come from to change the expression?

But I looked at the doll reluctantly, and it was! It really is a look of disappointment and sadness! And before that, I swear! You were smiling at me before!

"Ah......h

I finally couldn't help screaming and ran out, but because I was so frightened that I tripped over something, I fell to the ground.

When I fell in such a situation, my first instinct was to look back and see if the girl who was not a ghost or a ghost had caught up.

It turns out that the more you worry about something, the more it happens.

She didn't know when she was lying on the ground, holding my ankle with one hand and the doll with the other desperately trying to give it to me, and kept praying: "Take it!" Take it with you! ”

I didn't have time to think about it, because she was crawling on top of me, and I instinctively started kicking around! Kick! While screaming, I kicked her all over her desperately, and I just wanted to kick her away and not grab my legs! Don't climb on me! Don't come near me! Don't come and touch me!

Unconsciously, I kicked a lot of feet on the top of her head, and when I calmed down after a period of madness, I suddenly found that her whole face was crooked to one side, as if the top of her head was deflated, her face was swollen like a steamed bun, her whole eyes were like salted duck eggs, trapped in her head, and her nose was crooked to one side, and there was no blood, but it was dark and green.

"Take it away", she said to me as she looked up again, holding the doll to me, and when I was gasping for breath.

"Ah......h

I desperately wanted to get up and run, but my feet seemed to be entangled in some rope, and I couldn't shake it off, so I couldn't stand up, so I had to crawl out step by step, and there was a phone in the nurse's desk! I'm going to call the police! Alarm!

If a drowning person is entangled in aquatic weeds, I can't move, I can't move a single step.

Where did the rope come from? How could there be a rope entangled around my feet? And it feels slippery, it should be stained with blood.

I looked behind me again in a panic.

I can't face the scene behind me!

It's not the rope that binds me, it's her intestines!

Reflexively, I began to crawl out frantically again, in fact, I only have one belief in my heart: it is to get out of here! But the more I struggled, the tighter the intestines on my feet became, and they wrapped around my ankles like dead buckles, holding my feet firmly and lifelessly. (To be continued.) )