There was a slight sound in the brown-red coffin containing my aunt.

I was standing on the sidelines, staring at the pattern on the brown-red coffin, my heart beating faster than before, and my expression was very serious.

This time, the sound was different from the previous grinding sound of the cave bat lying on the forehead of my aunt, it was a "swishing" sound, like a knife scratching on glass, again and again.

I stepped forward and gently put my hand on the coffin, which was very cold.

It felt like it had just been pushed out of the refrigerator, and it was chilly as far as the palm of my hand could reach.

Through the coffin, I could feel the slightest movement inside.

Leaning closer, I heard the voice louder than before. My heart tightened, and a fearful thought arose: Could it be that the cave bat just now got into my aunt's coffin?

I carefully walked around the coffin.

This coffin is made of fine wood, and the coffin cover is tightly fitted, not to mention a huge cave bat, even a small ant, it is difficult to climb in.

In that case, what is this sound in the coffin?

My heart became more and more flustered, and I turned my head to look out of the hall, didn't this Tang Muzhou just go back to the bedroom to get a charger? Why has he been gone for so long, and he hasn't come back yet?

Looking at the time, about twenty minutes have passed.

Tang Muzhou, where did you go?

At this moment, the sound of "sizzling" in the coffin has become louder and louder.

After taking a deep breath, I moved closer to the coffin, listening to the small sound as I tried to determine what it was.

The sound continued to ring without the slightest pause.

Moreover, it was moving faster and faster, and the contents seemed to be in a hurry to get out.

At that moment, I realized something.

Looking down, I looked at my hands.

The injured ring finger on the left hand, where the color has become dark and blackened, has gradually begun to spread downward, and it should not be long before it reaches the palm of the hand.

And then, at this moment, my attention was not on the poisoned wound.

With my hands open, I stared at my nails.

My Tang Xiaofan himself is a relatively rough person, what kind of nail and eyebrow shaping, I have never patronized it much.

I don't have a white-collar worker in the office, and I don't usually use a computer, so the nails are long and short, and it doesn't have much impact on me.

In my noodle selling job, my nails are longer, which is more conducive to me peeling garlic or something.

Looking at my fingernails, something suddenly occurred to me.

At this moment, the voice in the coffin stopped.

The "sizzle" just now was like the sound of scratching glass, and it was no longer audible at the moment. Reaching out again, I gently scraped the coffin a few times with my fingernails.

This voice is really the same sound that came from the coffin just now.

Nails, scraping coffin boards......

Could it be that my aunt and grandmother, who have passed away for many days, are back to life?

I looked at the brown-red coffin and called softly, "Grandma, is that you?" Do you hear me? ……”

The coffin stood quietly in the center of the hall, and the temperature was still bitterly cold.

In the slight flickering of the candle flame, my aunt and grandmother were still smiling so peacefully in the photo.

The people in the coffin were quiet, and my aunt did not answer.

After a pause, I called out again: "Grandma, are you ......?"

This time, before I could speak, there was movement in the coffin again. Just like just now, it was still the sound of fingernails scraping against the coffin, again and again, harder than just now.

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Standing in front of the coffin, I heard a voice in the coffin, moved, and stopped.

When my voice paused, I whispered to the coffin again, "Auntie, is it really you?" When you hear it, answer me. ”

The man in the coffin didn't answer me immediately, but the sound of the nails scraping the wood was louder again.

Faintly, mixed with this "whoosh" sound, there are some other sounds.

It was a woman's voice, soft, soft: "What is this place, and why am I in it?" It's so dark in here, I'm scared, anyone? ……”

The woman in the coffin, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she was a little old when she heard the voice.

This is my aunt's coffin, lying in it talking, except for my aunt, there will be absolutely no one else.

I knocked on the coffin: "Auntie, it's me, it's me outside, I'm Tang Xiaofan." ”

Hearing my voice, my aunt's voice scraping the coffin became more intense: "Tang Xiaofan, are you my niece and granddaughter Tang Xiaofan?" Let me out, I'm alive, I'm not dead......"

I quickly mummmmmm

My aunt and grandmother are not dead!

She stayed in the coffin for so many days and came back to life, which is enough to show that she was "suspended from death".

I watched a science documentary a long time ago that said that when mammals are strongly stimulated, their hearts sometimes stop beating and their muscles stiffen.

This state of affairs will last for about 20 hours.

After that, the heartbeat and muscles will gradually recover, and the consciousness will be clear, which is what people call "coming back from the dead".

However, the aunt and grandmother in this coffin have been in it for almost seven days.

That's been hundreds of hours, which hasn't happened at all in the previous case.

However, what hasn't happened before doesn't necessarily mean that it doesn't exist. This world is wonderful, and every day there are incredible things that constantly refresh human cognition.

Like, the aunt and grandmother in the coffin at the moment.

I shouted into the coffin, "Auntie, don't panic, I'll get you out right away!" ”

So, I leaned my hands on the edge of the coffin and tried to push the coffin away with all my might, but my strength was too small to push it away.

I was pushing outside, and my aunt was scraping with her hands inside.

The coffin still didn't move, and there was no sign of loosening.

The aunt in the coffin was in a hurry, she no longer scraped the coffin with her nails, but began to hit with her fists, and the sound was very urgent and loud.

The lid of the coffin was beaten very violently, and as I listened, I gradually felt that something was wrong.

This voice didn't look like a woman could make a movement at all.

I stopped what I was doing and took a step back.

Coffin, my aunt and grandmother slammed the coffin lid hard, and shouted at me loudly: "Tang Xiaofan, you push hard, you go call me, rescue me, it's very dark inside, I'm almost out of breath!" ”

I took another step back and stared at the brown-red coffin, my forehead instantly covered with beads of sweat, and at the same time, my breath became rapid.

It was as if there was not a woman in the coffin.

Rather, a flood beast!