Zhu Shanhua's shouts and everyone's gossip greetings finally attracted the nurse. The iron-masked nurse with a straight face drove out a bunch of idlers on the grounds that the patient needed absolute silence to recuperate.

Ms. Zhu muttered in her mouth and left dissatisfied. With the nurse's assurance, knowing that Yang Yi was fine, the first thought of the Zhu family's mother was to stew chicken soup to make up for her son. The rest naturally responded enthusiastically and followed Zhu Shanhua to fight. Shi Cheng stayed because of the privilege of the police.

Shi Cheng looked at Yang Yi again and said, "It's really okay?"

Yang Yi drank water, his throat was much better, and he nodded: "It's okay." ”

Shi Cheng finally smiled reassuringly and said, "Do you want to sleep for a while?" I have two colleagues downstairs, and I will come to do the oral recording in a while. If you can support it, I'll tell them to come up, and if they don't feel well, I'll tell them to fuck off. ”

Yang Yi laughed and said, "It's okay, you go and call it." ”

Shi Cheng left the ward and went out.

Yang Yi was stunned for a while, and then raised his palm in front of his eyes to slowly check it.

The scenes of KFC swirled in my mind, Shi Cheng's case—talking—Shi Cheng leaving—Ruan Lin—a completely different second Ruan Lin—Ruan Lin again—exploding—sober—the strange part that suddenly grew out of his body—first his elbow, then his fingers. The memory stopped here, Yang Yi's eyes were fixed, and then he slowly moved, wandering around the ten fingertips.

Just like in my memory, the palm of my hand was still what it was, and the sharp blade that suddenly popped out seemed to be just an illusion of the past. But in fact, Yang Yi didn't think they were just illusions, because the moment they popped out, they pierced through the plastic table top made of sturdy polymeric molecular material without hindrance. This was not a hallucination before the coma, so Yang Yi observed it carefully, and did not forget the way it popped out its claws in a hurry.

However, at this moment, Yang Yi tried hard to make them appear again, and tried for two or three minutes without success. The fingertips in the eyes were still healthy and flat, with a wheat-like pink glow, and nothing that shouldn't have appeared.

Recalling the anxiety and panic at that time, Yang Yi stared at his fingertips silently, thinking in his heart that if there were really these things in his body, those who should have a way to make it appear.

Just staring at his fingertips, like a newborn baby, trying for the first time to operate the part of the body that may or may not exist.

Less than ten seconds later, Yang Yi suddenly noticed that ten pieces of things popped out from his fingertips, appearing in front of his eyes in the sunlight shining through the window.

My heart was pounding, I was frightened, panicked and excited. Instinctively, Yang Yi withdrew his hand to hide them in the quilt, and was surprised to find that they almost cut themselves because they were not skilled in using them.

Whether it is stretched out or retracted, the whole process is very fast, so fast that it feels like it is just a moment, very similar to the scene when I was a child playing with a switchblade, and the blade of the knife bounced out at the press of a button. Unlike that, the buttons of these ten switchblades do not actually exist, it seems to be related to their own thoughts, and they move when they move, and they can pop out from their fingertips. Then it doesn't have to press back on the blade like a switchblade, it seems to move according to its thoughts, and at the same time instinctively avoids cutting itself.

Uncanny!

It's weird enough to be there, it's even weirder in the way it moves.

The vigilant turned his head to look around, the door of the sick heart was closed, and there was only himself in the room. Yang Yi carefully took out the quilt again with his hand and spread it out to observe in the sun.

Three of the original ten pieces of strange things were retracted to instinctively avoid cutting themselves, and now only seven pieces remain.

Each of the seven pieces, nearly three inches long, shone with a jet-black and shiny color, and even the position of the armor was polluted by this color, and the original healthy pink color disappeared, replaced by this jet-black and shiny color. If he insisted on resembling them, Yang Yi felt that they were more like some kind of small knife with a metallic texture.

Is something like this growing out of your own body?

Yang Yi tried to make the retracted three knives reappear. Sure enough, after actively driving them once or twice, the movements became proficient. The three pieces that were retracted popped out silently, and together with the original seven pieces, the whole ten pieces stretched out on the fingertips, exuding an unpredictable light.

Yang Yi stared at them, his heart began to beat randomly again, the initial panic had passed, and now his mouth was dry and astringent, and for a while, he couldn't specifically describe what it was like to feel in his heart.

Ever since I saw a vision on the bridge on my eighteenth birthday, everything has been weird. Part of the reason for leaving Xitan was because of Zhu Shanhua's strange promise, and partly because of his ostrich mentality, hoping to avoid these weird things in a different place. But in fact, after arriving in Qijiang, things seem to have become even stranger. A whole bunch of strange things formed a strange vortex, and I seemed to be in the center of that vortex.

What the hell is going on?" Yang Yi guessed as he tried to control the extra part of his fingertips.

After using them a few times, they seem to become quite obedient. If you want them to come out, you can come out, and if you want them to retract, you can retract them.

In the last control, Yang Yi let them slowly stretch out, witnessing the whole process of change.

At first, the discoloration of the nail cover resembles a drop of ink dripping into a basin of clean water. The color begins to change from the root of the fingernail, gradually turning into a metallic jet-black hue as if it has been polluted. Immediately, the whole nail began to deform, and an inexplicable feeling like a fingertip bone began to break through the flesh and protrude into the bottom of my heart. Then, the nails elongate, eventually forming ten blade-like structures.

The whole process of change feels weird, but there is no pain or discomfort in the slightest, as if the parts of the limbs are already there, such as the arms and fingers, completely flexible and free. Yang Yi gave it a try, and the longest time was the same as the ruler rain that popped out of the unconscious burst, and the longest time could reach about three inches. The shortest is the same as the length of the nail, and it looks like it has been painted with jet-black nail polish, but the edges are so sharp that it looks like a sharp blade with a curved shape.

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