I saw the sharp surgical scissors in her hand, and I didn't know when the blade actually curled.

"Why, how could this be. I just cut a piece of paper and broke the surgical scissors. She put the scissors under her nose and looked at them in disbelief.

I looked at Zhang Hui who was speechless in pain, and had no strength, so I could only lie flat and gasp for breath. On his forehead, the yellowed paper talisman was still well pasted on it, without a trace of damage.

Is the paper that can make surgical scissors made of special materials cracked really still paper?

I took the scalpel scissors out of her hand and took a look. This pair of scissors is made of 440C stainless steel. 440C, on the other hand, has the highest hardness of all stainless steels and heat-resistant steels. It can usually be hardness up to HRC45 to 54. Special knives such as surgical scissors are generally cryogenic, so the hardness can reach HRC56 to 58. It is very resistant to corrosion and toughness.

This means that even if the scissors cut the wire with average hardness, it is also easy to use, and it is absolutely impossible to damage it by cutting a thin piece of paper.

What's more, the piece of paper hasn't been cut yet. Sure enough, things were a little weird.

Squinting slightly, I gently put the scissors back into the medical box. Pick Zhang Hui up from the ground and let him sit back in the chair.

"Senior, where do you hurt?" I asked.

Zhang Hui slowed down for a while before touching his body, and said strangely: "I don't know exactly where the pain is, I feel that I don't know why it starts from the bone and continues to the skin, and the pain is so painful that I can't stand it." ”

Dr. Zhou and I looked at each other. Doctor Yu took out another pair of pliers, Zhang Hui subconsciously dodged, and said angrily: "Dead white bone spirit, you still get it, you want to kill me!" ”

"You are a patient, and it is the duty of the doctor to find out what disease the patient has. Come on, sissy Zhang, obediently lie on the bed and don't move. Dr. Zhou pushed him hard, gently pushed Zhang Hui with forceps, and then examined some medical treatment through the space between the paper and the skin.

It took about five minutes before Dr. Zhou left Zhang Hui's head with a pale face.

"It's weird, it's weird. I've never seen anything so weird and bizarre. The doctor flicked his long hair with pliers: "That piece of paper, almost all of which is in harmony with your flesh, will hurt you, or maybe occasionally touch your brain nerves when pulling." ”

"How so!" Zhang Hui was taken aback.

"My small workshop can't serve your great god, tomorrow, I will accompany you to the hospital in the city for an authoritative examination." Doctor Yu wrote a leave slip on the medical list, tore it up and handed it to him: "Go to your department head and ask for a leave." ”

"Cut, if someone sticks a messy spell on my head, it will be reduced to asking for leave, and it's all your fault if I can't get my full attendance this month!" Zhang Hui scolded and snatched the leave slip and left.

I was about to go out, but I was held down by Dr. Zhou.

"Work-study student, do you know what's going on with that thing in his head?" She asked.

"Isn't there a disturbance at the door every day lately? It was one of the middle-aged people who pasted the paper note on the heart of the senior's head. I explained.

"What you saw with your own eyes?" She asked again.

I nodded.

"Yesterday? How could that be. Dr. Zhou shook his head, looking horrified.

"Could it be that Senior Zhang's situation is even more complicated than what you just said?" I asked quietly.

"Why. I just said to the sissy that the position of the paper charm touched his nerves, but it wasn't like that at all. Dr. Zhou's eyes flickered a few times, as if he didn't know how to describe it: "In short, it's terrible." I opened the note and looked at it with a magnifying glass. I actually saw that the place where the paper talisman was attached to the forehead, almost corroded a large piece of the flesh of the sissy, and a large number of nerves in the brain were already next to the charm, I am afraid that it will not be long before the charm will suck the nerves through. At that time, his life was in danger! ”

My face twitched, and I couldn't help but feel scared. At the beginning, the middle-aged man actually wanted to stick it on my face.

It's just a piece of paper, how can it cause such terrible consequences?

Even if it's me, I can't figure it out. Where and from whom did the middle-aged man's paper talisman come from?

With a stomach full of questions, I left. Dr. Zhou was still standing in front of the window of the medical room in a daze.

The hour hand of the time has passed eight o'clock in the morning. I hurriedly ran to the cafeteria for breakfast and returned to the funeral home. Generally speaking, as long as there are no special guests, the funeral home will only carry out all business at 9 o'clock in the morning.

This morning's business was quite idle, and no deceased was arranged to enter the condolence hall. Zhang Hui sat bored, grabbing the phone in the palm of his hand, looking preoccupied. Apparently worried about the charm on his forehead.

I sat behind him, playing with my phone, glancing at him from time to time. Suddenly, Zhang Hui's body blurred, as if a frosted film covering him with an indistinct layer, and his figure became distorted in my eyes.

Taken aback, he just wanted to walk over, but he returned to normal.

The same phenomenon occurred five or six times throughout the morning, and I was completely confused. I tried to shoot it with my mobile phone camera, but the effect of the video was even more surprising to me.

On the screen of my phone, I secretly played it back. I saw that Zhang Hui's body seemed to be abandoned by the air at any time, constantly twisting around, and the light was constantly refracted around his body!

Could it be that it has something to do with the paper on his forehead?

The paper note, which looked dilapidated and old and would break when I pulled it, became more and more mysterious in my heart.

After two hours of suffering, at eleven o'clock in the morning, Uncle Wang slowly pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

"Xiao Zhang, the spell on your head hasn't fallen yet." Uncle Wang works in the requiem room, and to put it mildly, he is the corpse watchman who guards the morgue and counts the corpses. This old fox is a well-known superstition throughout the funeral home.

"This is unacceptable, this kind of ominous thing can't be left on your body for a long time." Uncle Wang sat next to Zhang Hui and said.

"I can't get it off, hey, it's annoying." The sissy grumbled with a sad face.

"Yes, Dr. Zhou used scissors and didn't cut it off." I opened my mouth and briefly told me what happened in the medical room.

Uncle Wang frowned: "So evil? ”

He stood up, walked around the chair a few times, and then pulled the paper talisman on Zhang Hui's forehead and looked at it, and then said slowly and solemnly: "I see, Xiao Zhang." Your paper talisman is not simple, I know a master, I will write a letter of introduction to you later, you take it to meet him, see if he can help you. ”

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