"Doctor, aren't they twins?

Outside the nursery, a middle-aged man looked inside through the glass, only to see two babies lying in one of the baby incubators, one of which was a baby girl with delicate facial features, a thin face like paper, a blow bomb that could be broken, a small eye narrowed into a slit, and a very cute sleeping appearance. The other is a purple ball of flesh www.biquge.info bulging with no physical features. In some places, it looks a little dark, like a malformed stillbirth, and like a wriggling tumor.

"Mr. Fu, don't get excited, listen to me. The doctor gently patted Mr. Fu's hand holding his collar and patiently explained. "The B-ultrasound of the pregnancy test shows that it is a dragon and phoenix fetus, but it is not a normal twin, but a variant of twins, called [wedding dress fetus]. ”

"What's the fetus?"

"The bridal fetus is an extremely rare constitution. Normal twins are two individuals with balanced growth and very little difference. And this variant twin is made up of a main fetus and a wedding tire. The main fetus is a normal fetus, and the wedding fetus is responsible for absorbing all the germs and sundries ingested by the mother during pregnancy, including the diseases of the mother itself, which will also be taken out of the body with the birth of the wedding tire. To put it simply, it is a tool to assist the healthy pregnancy and smooth birth of the main fetus. ”

After hearing this, Mr. Fu didn't know what it should be like. Such a rare physique, but a distorted deformity. It's like winning 5 million with great difficulty, but when it comes time to claim the prize, the lottery center pays with the dark coin

"No matter how rare it is, I don't want it! Bringing such a sarcoma back, our old lady must be scared to death on the spot. Even if I wasn't scared to death, I had to divorce my lover. Mr. Fu gritted his teeth and made up his mind in the bottom of his heart. "That's it, doctor. When my wife was transferred to the general ward, you told her that one of the two children was a malformed fetus, and that she had just been born with a bad baby. Then I'm going to throw the sarcoma away. ”

"You see that kid still has a heartbeat and a pulse, and it's still squirming, it's illegal for you to throw him out like that. Well, you sign it. The doctor seemed to have known his attitude and thoughts for a long time, and had prepared all the powers of attorney. "After signing it, we will euthanize him with an injection according to the treatment of the malformed fetus, and then throw it wherever you want, our hospital can't control it." ”

Mr. Fu hurriedly signed the power of attorney without the slightest hesitation. It seems that it was not his son who was beaten and euthanized, but a nightmare that could not be avoided.

The doctor took the authorization, walked to the incubator, took out the purple ball of meat, and sent it to the operating room.

A nurse takes a syringe filled with highly toxic injections. Before moving, the nurses and doctors bowed their heads for ten seconds in silence to show their reverence for life.

As soon as the needle went down, the ball of flesh squirmed violently as if it felt pain. The nurse pushed all the potions into its body, and after a few thrashes, it slowly stopped struggling until it had no heartbeat or pulse.

Mr. Fu, who was watching from the sidelines, had a relieved expression and did not show any pity at all.

He took a small white quilt from the nurse's hand and wrapped the meat ball in a firm knot like a rice dumpling, for fear of exposing its corner for others to see.

He rushed out of the hospital with the wrapped meat ball in his arms.

It was summer, and although it was early in the morning, a sultry air still hung over the city. The streets were already empty, and everyone had already taken refuge in air-conditioned houses in this dog weather, and fell asleep comfortably.

Mr. Fu originally planned to throw the meat ball in the deserted countryside. But he waited anxiously on the side of the road for more than ten minutes, and did not see a taxi pass by. I had to change my mind and run along the road with it in my arms.

After turning left and right, and after running a few streets, he found a small alley.

The alleys look old, the buildings are in disrepair, the bricks are uneven, and the people who live here must be poor. At the mouth of the alley, against the wall, there was a dilapidated garbage bin that emitted a violent stench, the stench of food rotting in the heat. Mr. Fu could smell the smell from a long distance, and he opened the lid of the half-open garbage bin and found that the garbage inside was piled up, as if no one had come to collect the garbage for a long time.

He looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he quickly threw the meat ball and the quilt into it, and turned around and left without even bothering to cover it.

Just as he was about to pass through the other alley and leave here, a voice stopped him.

"Venerable, please stay, would you like to listen to the words of the poor?"

Mr. Fu was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, only to see a fortune telling stall on the side of the road at the mouth of the alley. A middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest sat in front of the stall, shaking a fan in his hand to drive away the heat, his face was thin and his appearance was average, but he had the style of a fairy wind and bones.

Mr. Fu couldn't help but feel strange, so he walked over and talked to him.

"There's no one on this street, why don't you take the stall home?"

"The poor road is delayed, just to wait for you. ”

"Wait for me? Mr. Fu smiled contemptuously and said. "Then you are waiting for the wrong person, I am a materialist, and the last thing I believe in my life is your fortune teller. ”

After speaking, Mr. Fu turned around to leave.

"Then dare to ask, what you threw in that quilt just now was a dead baby?"

Mr. Fu instantly stopped in his footsteps like petrification, and a sentence made him break out in a cold sweat. He was so careful along the way, and when he threw it, he was sure that there was no one, how did this Taoist priest know what he was throwing?

"You...... How do you know?!"

"Hehe, now do you want to listen to the poor Tao?" the Taoist priest stood up, put the books, hexagram signs and other miscellaneous items on the stall into his satchel one by one, and said as he cleaned up. "Immortals give twins, and you abolish one of them, which is already a great sin of heavenly wrath. If it is collected and buried in the ground, it can still save a life. And now thou hast forsaken it from this place, and thou hast departed indifferently, and in seven days thou shalt be put to death. ”

"Bah, you stinky Taoist priest dare to curse me, believe it or not, I smashed your mess?"

"Take care, donor, poor Dao wishes you many blessings and long life. The fortune teller didn't argue with him, and after cleaning up the stall, he left with a cloth bag on his back.

Mr. Fu felt angry, it was enough to give birth to a son who was a meat ball, and he was cursed by a fortune teller. He kicked the stall down to vent his anger, and then walked in the direction of the hospital without looking back.

On top of a pile of garbage, dead balls of meat were just thrown there. The stench from the open bins quickly attracted flies around them. A mass of carrion was apparently a fine delicacy in their eyes, and soon the ball of meat was covered with a layer of flies, and the densely phobic people saw that they would have to die on the spot.

Under the bite of a hundred flies, countless bacteria infiltrated into the inside of the meat ball, and the meat ball began to look strange. Its skin, which had been turned dark black by the poisonous needle, was now slowly returning to its original purple color! The surface of the meat ball was originally smooth and covered with mucus. At this time, it began to dry and rough, and on the surface of the skin, pores as fine as needle eyes began to form.

It's alive again?!

The flies didn't notice anything unusual, and were still feasting on them. The pores are getting bigger and bigger, and the flies don't even need to bite to poke their mouths into it. Then the whole head goes in, and then the whole body goes in. The flies were unwittingly sucked into their bodies by the open pores of the sarcoma, and there was no trace of them.

The pores closed, the balls began to wriggle violently, and from the outside you could even hear the flapping of flies inside. Inside the meat ball, under the dual action of flesh grinding and digestive juices, hundreds of flies were absorbed cleanly.

Suddenly, the skin cracked, and a bloody little hand came out of it!

The arm was small but unusually powerful, and the palm of the hand pushed a few times on the garbage heap, and the whole ball of meat rolled off the garbage can and fell heavily to the ground. This fall, the meat ball stopped moving.

After a long time, a mouse dragged a long shadow from the depths of the alley. It stopped next to the ball of flesh and sniffed tentatively with its nose at what it was in front of it. Suddenly, Meatball's arm grabbed the rat by the neck and dragged it inside.

It turned out that this ball of meat was playing dead, just waiting for the prey to bite the bait.

The sick rat struggled desperately in the flesh ball, but under the strong squeezing, it was soon ground into a shriveled skin, and the internal organs and flesh were squeezed into pus, which was absorbed by the meat ball.

The meat ball seemed to be full of nutrients, swinging violently back and forth on the ground. From time to time, there was a "creaking" movement in the flesh wall, like the sound of bones rubbing.

After a while, the fleshy ball's other hand and feet also broke out of the skin. The neck is deeply concave, and the head and body are distinguished. His facial features gradually took shape, and although the baby did not have a playful little face like his sister, his eyes were large and bright, as brilliant as two brilliant gems.

A purple baby was born.

The little one was facing the sky on his back, his two round eyes staring at the night sky above the alley. His eyes revealed a strong perseverance and unyieldingness, and he seemed to point straight to the Nine Heavens and asked:

What else can you do with me?!