The white fat maggots crawled in and out of the tender pink flesh "lotus canopy". It seems that they have taken this "lotus canopy" growing on the little girl's head as their nest, and the little girl is their host, allowing them to eat their own flesh and blood little by little.

Tears of remorse flowed from the corners of Meng Gaozhao's eyes, and the first time his conscience found out was because of the little girl's oozing corpse that day, the sinful "lotus flower" that grew on her head. He was thinking, who can be ruthless and attack such a little girl like a flower?

Judging from the stench of corpses with "lotus pods" on their heads, this little girl must have suffered inhuman treatment before her death.

It's a pity that at that time, he was obsessed with money, so he hid his money firmly in his chest with a clear conscience. The paper money was fragrant and cold, and the blood in his heart gradually cooled.

The maggots were still moving, like long white objects squeezed out of a noodle machine, trembling and stretching their bodies. Meng Gaozhao could see the tiny patterns on their bodies, the heads in the middle.

They poked their heads out and were not satisfied, desperately trying to squeeze themselves out of the "lotus flower". Generally speaking, maggots are at most two centimeters long, but Meng Gaozhao saw that the bodies of those maggots were endlessly elongated, with no signs of breaking or stopping, and the little girl's hollow and blue eyeballs were closer to him.

Meng Gaozhao felt a deep sense of powerlessness, it was not that he was unable to resist and push away the little girl's corpse. His conscience has been tormented by the fire for more than ten years, so that he is willing to bear all the criticisms of the other party.

"I, Meng Gaozhao, am not a person, and I was sorry for you back then." As he spoke, the old man looked up at the little girl with tears in his eyes, her pale lips twitching slightly, as if some creature was struggling to lift her upper and lower lips to crawl out of her mouth.

This scene challenged Meng Gaozhao's eyeball limit minute by minute, he couldn't escape, he didn't want to escape, he was burdened with heavy shackles for more than ten years. Getting along with others every day, when he was alone, those past events turned over the river and the sea, and the completely different state of life made him gradually lose the meaning of life.

Isn't this an opportunity for relief, Meng Gaozhao opened his arms and looked at the little girl's blank corpse with a determined gaze.

Since she wants her own life, then take it, thirteen years, he has lived enough.

The incense candle on the god case cooled to the point that there was no temperature left, and the god card engraved with Meng Gaozhao's mother's name suddenly fell and fell to the ground.

Mother, unfilial Meng Gaozhao, I will accompany you immediately. How are you doing down there all these years?

Meng Gaozhao laughed at himself, with his mother's personality, he didn't pay for his sins for many years below. It's not a matter that she can't be reincarnated, it's just that she suffers from her mother, and she has suffered for many years as an unfilial child.

The little girl suddenly let out a chuckle, and the laughter was like a thin gongying seed falling on her nose. The itchy feeling makes it impossible to ignore its presence, it is like a lock, linking Meng Gaozhao with the cute and disgusting corpse of the little girl.

Meng Gaozhao shuddered suddenly, it wasn't that he was timid, or that he suddenly changed his mind. But the long white strips that grew out of the lotus canopy stretched and intertwined into bundles. He also saw the true face of these extra-long maggots - one after another maggots less than a centimeter were connected end to tail, the latter insect was resentful, biting the tail of the previous one, and the previous insect biting the tail of the previous insect in pain.

Hatred kept spreading, like everything this little girl had suffered in her life. These maggots that gnawed at her flesh and blood continued the spark of hatred, and in such a shocking form, they opened their fangs to Meng Gaozhao, a former accomplice.

Meng Gaozhao was speechless, and his eyeballs opened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. His hands were tightly clutched around his throat, as if a psychopath was trying to kill himself. The two heels trembled violently, and then soared into the air, and a huge white rope was tightly bitten in Meng Gaozhao's mouth.

The shadow of death enveloped Meng Gaozhao, and every time he subconsciously struggled, it would provoke the violent wriggling of the white giant power. His mouth and jaws opened and closed involuntarily, and he thought that the giant ropes that could lift himself were indestructible. However, the tiny bodies of those maggots are like pomegranate seeds, bursting one by one under the collision of teeth, bursting out of thick and thick slurry without shooting.

The speed of destruction is not as fast as the speed of regeneration, and the more he kills these maggots. The faster the new maggots grow in that "lotus", like fibers that rape his mouth and esophagus, as well as his stomach. His belly was bulging, and the belly that was about to burst was constantly swimming in small strips. He seemed to have become a breeding ground for these maggots, and none of the ways of death in this world could be more terrifying and disgusting than this death.

The bugs seemed to be restrained in some way, not eating the flesh of his body. But death is like a countdown, the crimson numbers on it, beating forward firmly, and the second of zero is close to the end of the world.

The little girl's moving lips slowly opened, and under the physiological reaction, Meng Gaozhao's eyelids could not close. He also doesn't want to close his eyes, and after closing his vision, the touch will become more sensitive. The feeling of nausea and nausea constantly fed back into his brain, and he wanted to vomit the contents of his stomach, but his mouth was stuffed with maggots, and he was destined to be unable to vomit.

The cold light fell into the little girl's mouth.

There were no teeth, no inner walls of the mouth, no gums, and it was as empty as a black hole, which complemented the little girl's hollow rotten eyes. A small head, in this hole, stretches out rapidly. The black hair was like a black seaweed, and Meng Gaozhao's eyeballs were covered with blood-red silk threads, like a fetus wrapped in amniotic fluid.

The small head and facial features were clearly visible, and the messy hair blocked her eyes, Meng Gaozhao only felt that this woman was familiar, and the woman's name was in his mouth.

It's just that time waits for no one, and his life has come to an end.

The maggots that had taken over his mouth and abdominal cavity couldn't wait to start enjoying the meal. The body is filled with the bite of an ant from the inside out, which is extremely itchy and unbearable. He began to pick at his neck with his hands, his epidermis flipped to reveal bright red musculature, and he breathed in the fresh air outside with white and black dots. In an instant, his body turned into a sieve full of holes, all covered with small white dots.

It is rumored that there is a girl who has naturally enlarged pores, and it is useless to go to many hospitals. Her mother inquired about a home remedy that soaked in water with sesame seeds to reduce the size of pores. The girl's protest had no effect, and the mother, despite her objections, threw her into a basin filled with black sesame seeds and hot water, and then went out to find someone to play mahjong.

The girl's mother came home from playing mahjong and saw her daughter, holding a toothpick with her back to her, her shoulders shaking constantly. So I went to pat my daughter on the shoulder, and the daughter turned her head and said to her mother, "I'm picking the sesame seeds in the pores." I saw that the girl's skin was densely covered with black dots, and the sesame seeds were all embedded in the girl's pores, and they were embedded to death. The girl struggled to lower her face, which was also covered with black sesame seeds, and painstakingly inserted a toothpick into the pores of her body.

Meng Gaozhao's situation is even more miserable than that sesame girl, and the "white sesame seeds" are not something he can pick out if he wants to. Countless white dots turned from white to black in an instant, and a pair of transparent wings were ready to fly. In a short period of time, the young rope maggots, then transformed into adult flies, overwhelmingly moved in and out of his body.

This kind of physical and psychological torture is simply inhumane treatment. Meng Gaozhao could only pray that death would come soon, perhaps because he had had enough, or because he was tired of this kind of game, Meng Gaozhao closed his eyes in the suffocation of the nasal flies and insects.

Before he died, he heard a woman's vicious voice: "Tear that mouth without talking, none of you can escape!" ”

Is it possible to escape sin by silent silence? Turning a blind eye to the occurrence of a tragedy is itself an ultimate evil......

"Huhuhu......"

Meng Gaozhao gasped for breath, and at the same time reached out to pick his throat, stomach juice gushing, he ran to the toilet, and spit out broken white noodles. This reminded him of the white maggots, and he vomited even more until he vomited the yellow bile water out as well.

Then, he blocked half of his nostrils with his fingers, and exhaled vigorously, as if to expel the tiny white worms from his body in this way.

He was still not at ease, and used his fingers to pick his nose.

In the mirror was a pale-faced man, dressed in gray-blue overalls, with two dark red blood streaks hanging from his nose.

I was just dreaming?

It was only then that he realized that what had just happened was just a frighteningly real dream. He breathed a big sigh of relief, as if he had escaped death, just escaped under the mouth of a crocodile, and won a race of life and death.

He unscrewed the old faucet, and the rust-smelling water flowed into the yellowed washbasin and swirled down the drain. He wet his face with a handful of water, the cold water slightly suppressing the horror in his heart.

He comforted himself with himself: "Fortunately, it was just a dream......

This nightmare has just woken up, and how long will it take for him to wake up from the nightmare he is carrying?

The bathroom door creaked, and he sat down like an old man. Rusty joints, tooth-aching screams.

The splashes of water on the inner wall of the washbasin slowly slid down, slowly gathering with the water stains that adhered to it.

The white sunlight inadvertently fell on the water droplets, and a slender object the size of a sesame seed writhed. The empty mirror looked at an absurd drama with cold eyes.