Chapter 70: Self-Harm There are still twenty diamonds
I muttered this phrase in my head: "Soul into the knife, soul into the knife." Does this mean that my soul has been sealed in a knife? β
I wanted to see who was talking, but I couldn't. Actually, I had no idea where my eyes were. I felt my gaze fixed, and I could only passively stare at the situation inside the empty house, and at the same time, I felt a hand that was holding me all the time.
The miserable voice sounded again, and he was proudly praising the sharpness of the blade.
That's when I saw the broken bed move.
My corpse lay upright on the bed, unresponsive. But from under the bed, a person slowly came out.
I was overjoyed: "It seems that Xue Qian finally realized that something was wrong." However, great joy is followed by great sorrow: "What if you realize that something is wrong?" My soul has been hooked out, with the ability of both of us, can I still be able to return to the yang? β
The candlelight in the room was dim, and Xue Qian's figure was also dim, and he slowly got out from under the bed, still holding the big knife in his hand.
He seemed to know where I was, and without hesitation, he walked over to me with his knife in hand.
However, when he was five steps away from me, I suddenly realized that this person was not Xue Qian, but Mr. Lu.
I was shocked and shouted loudly in my heart: "Mr. Lu, why are you?" You're back? However, no matter how anxious I shouted in my heart, I couldn't make any sound out of my mouth.
As the figure approached, I noticed that his face had changed again, this time into Xiaozhou, and soon, into Ah Fei again.
I stared at him dumbfounded, his face changing almost every second, all of them from people I knew.
He had already walked up to me, and then raised his broadsword and made a gesture to slash down.
I looked at him in fear and thought, "Is this going to kill me?" β
At this moment, I heard the miserable voice above me laughing, "Try the knife......"
Then, with a cold light, the broadsword slashed down on me.
I heard a loud bang, and then my body seemed to be split in two.
I wanted to see what was going on, but it was just pitch black before my eyes.
I sighed when I heard the miserable voice, and said, "It's useless, it's useless, it's taken half a day, and it's another broken knife." β
Then, I was thrown somewhere.
The world slowly fell silent. No sound, no picture. I lay in the dark, surrounded by absolute nothingness.
I silently thought, "Is this what hell feels like?" The soul is imprisoned in a dark place, unable to move, unable to die, and lonely forever? β
After a while, I felt a large cloud of blood spread over me, and it spread on the ground like a rapidly growing carpet, and soon, it was under me.
I couldn't see the blood, I couldn't feel their temperature, but I could smell the thick smell of blood.
I tried to hold my breath, but the suffocation caused me to breathe in the bloody air again.
When I was struggling in the dark, I suddenly heard an extremely weak moan: "Old Zhao." Save me. β
My eyes widened in the darkness in panic, but I couldn't see anything.
When I was in a hurry, I suddenly felt the blood under my body move, and countless palms stretched out from it, and they groped on me.
It was only then that I realized that the palm of the hand in the darkness was more terrible than the snake. I was terrified to the extreme, and my chest began to rise and fall violently. Finally, I let out an "ah" and screamed.
After this cry, the darkness around me disappeared in an instant, and I saw a halo of light, but nothing else.
I don't know how long it took for my eyes to finally be able to distinguish the halo of light, which was the candlelight on the table. And I'm still lying on that broken bed.
I looked at the shadow on the opposite wall, it was still rushing and jumping. It's like a black fire, like a continuous mountain, and like a rushing river.
I muttered to myself, "What's going on? Was it just a dream? β
At this time, the thick smell of blood wafted into my nose again, I inhaled, and then looked down at the ground.
I noticed a large blob of blood, coming out from under the bed.
I called out in shock: "Xue Qian, did you have an accident?" Xue Qian didn't move at all. β
I propped my arms on the bed and tried to sit up from it. However, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back, as if it was about to break. I screamed and lay down again.
I thought of a dream in which my soul was thrust into a freshly cast broadsword, and then the demon took another knife and slashed hard.
Isn't this qiΔ a dream?
I didn't think about it anymore, but gritted my teeth and fumbled in bed to pull out the phone. Then an ambulance was called.
I was lying on a broken bed waiting for the doctor, and it was a long process. And Xue Qian under the bed has not moved.
I looked at the roof and tried to talk to him, but he didn't answer. At the last moment, I was anxious and shouted: "Old Xue, are you alive or dead?" β
The blood was still pouring out from under the bed. I became more and more anxious, reached out to support the bed board, gritted my teeth and turned over. The pain made me wail uncontrollably. Then, I fell to the ground. This time, I felt like I was almost broken in two.
I was half-lying on the ground, lying in blood. Lift the sheets and look under the bed.
It's dark down there, and you can't see anything. I reached out and tried to pull him out, but how could I have the strength? I can only fumble in vain on him.
My hand touched his body and it felt slimy, and as you can imagine, he was covered in blood by now.
At this time, I heard the shrill screams of an ambulance in the distance. They finally arrived.
A few minutes later, I saw a flashlight, I saw a white coat, and there were dazzling lights everywhere. I kept muttering, "Save the people under the bed, save the people under the bed......"
Then, as if to comfort me, I heard someone hurriedly agree, and after that, I was carried into the ambulance. I don't know if they gave me an injection, but I suddenly felt very sleepy and fell asleep.
From that day on, I developed a fear of sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like my soul is locked in a dark place. No one, no voice, nothing, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I could only spend my time in the dark......
When I woke up again, I felt like I had been born again. What just made me strange was that it was not the doctors and nurses who gathered around my bedside, but a group of policemen.
I looked, and the policeman surnamed Chen, who was at the crematorium last time, was also there. I smiled and wanted to say hello to him. But he looked at me nervously, and I shut my mouth in confusion.
Then, I heard one of the people in the lead say with some sternness: "Hello, my surname is Shi, and I came to ask you about the situation today." β
I nodded slightly: "Just ask." β
Officer Shi said, "Your friend, how did you get hurt?" β
When I heard him ask, I couldn't help but say, "Is he hurt YanzhΓ²ng?" How's it going? β
Officer Shi said lightly: "It's very strict, there are more than ten knife wounds all over my body, and a lot of blood has been shed, and I haven't passed the danger period yet." However, once he wakes up, he can testify against the murderer, so we hope that you can confess and give yourself a chance. β
As soon as I heard this, I was a little anxious: "What do you mean by that?" Doubt me? β
Officer Shi didn't hide it, he nodded and said, "You have a knife." It seems that the knife was once confiscated by the police station. But you get some connections back. β
I hesitated, then nodded, "yes, I do have a knife." β
Officer Shi said, "The knife wound on your friend's body looks very similar to that knife. β
As soon as I heard this, I was confused: "What's going on?" Could it be that when I was caught by a ghost, Xue Qian was busy mutilating herself under the bed? β
Officer Shi continued to rely on his experience in handling cases to subjectively deduce the process of my crime: "That knife should be the murder weapon, you used it to slash your companion, and then hid it......"
I couldn't help but be taken aback: "The knife is missing?" β