Chapter 693 An Ordinary Day for Ordinary People
The male student looked at the face under the umbrella. Blood dripped from the man's eyes and onto his forehead, and the broken eyeballs also slid downwards.
"The man with the red umbrella...his face is under my umbrella?"
The student screamed and threw the umbrella to the ground.
The rain wet his hair, and the sticky feeling reminded him of the feeling of blood dripping on his hair just now.
He reached out to fiddle with his hair, but his fingertips became more and more sticky: "What's going on? Why is the rain red?"
The thrown umbrella was blown by the wind, and the male student looked under the umbrella. Go, that face with bleeding from all its orifices is gone.
“No, where did it go?”
The panicked and very uneasy male student looked around. A man holding a red umbrella stood across the road. The monster Still haven't left!
“His face is no longer under my umbrella, why is he still following me?”
The blood slid down along the temples, and the sticky feeling was very uncomfortable. The male student's head felt like it was wrapped in glue that was about to solidify. He felt pain and itching, and he kept scratching the top of his head with both hands.
The more he scratched, the more itchy the top of his head became, and the more blood flowed down!
"No way..."
The clean scalp became uneven at some point, and it seemed like a human face grew under the hair.
“Ah!”
The male student looked at his hands stained with blood and broken hair, and ran forward like crazy.
It was clearly raining in the sky, but the male student's sight was covered by scarlet blood. He kept making strange screams, and there were more and more people like him on the street!
Enduring the pain coming from his head, the male student rushed into a small store nearby. The first floor was for selling stationery and snacks, and the second floor was the residence of the store owner.
"Is there anyone! Help me!"
The male student wanted to tear his scalp open. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed the scissors on the counter and stuck his face into the mirror Front.
Holding sharp scissors to cut his blood-soaked hair, the male student's movements became larger and larger, and his expression became more ferocious.
"Get out! Get out of my head!"
The scissors cut the skin, and the pain and itching took turns to torture him, making him lose his mind, and he roared, and he violently He stabbed the scissors to his head: "Die! Die! Die!" "
Hearing the male student's cry, the store owner came down from the second floor: "Who is there? "
Approaching the corner, the store owner saw the male student squatting behind the shelf. He was wearing He was wearing blood-stained clothes and had a pair of scissors stuck in his head.
This scene frightened the store owner: "Comrade, classmate, your head..."
"My head? Where is my head? I can't touch it. I feel so itchy! It hurts!" That face wants to burrow into my body!" The male student turned his head, his orifices were bleeding, his facial features were misaligned, and his eyes were stained with blood.
Stretching his trembling hands towards the store owner, the male student quickly crawled on the ground: "Have you seen my head? Is there something on my head? Is there something! Take it away, take it Dig it out with a knife!”
The store owner stepped back. , took out his mobile phone to call the police, but the line was busy. He did not dare to approach the male student: "You, wait here! I will call someone for you!"
The boss ran towards the door of the store. , before getting closer, I saw a man holding a red umbrella appearing in front of the door.
"There's something wrong with that kid, can you..."
Halfway through the words, the boss realized something was wrong. The man with the red umbrella seemed to have no face!
My legs were trembling, and the boss immediately retreated to the second floor. He didn't care about anything and locked the door on the second floor.
"What's going on today? There seem to be screams everywhere?" Sliding the phone, the boss's mobile phone desktop is a photo of his wife, who seems to be several months pregnant.
Feeling worried, the boss quickly called his wife.
After the buzzer was busy for more than ten seconds, the wife answered the call. The store owner said anxiously: "Xiaoyun, go and lock the doors and windows right away. Something is very wrong in the city today! You are still pregnant with the child, so don't run around! "
"Well, I know, you should be careful too," my wife's gentle voice came from the phone.
Knowing that his wife was fine, the store owner was a little relieved: "I will find a way to go back now, just wait for me!"
"It's really hard for you to keep looking after the store." The wife seemed to have remembered something: "By the way, I have another good news to tell you."
"What news?"
"Don't you always want a boy? I checked for you this morning and it's indeed a boy." The wife's gentle voice became hoarse, and her laughter sounded more and more terrifying.
When the phone was hung up, the store owner was confused. He did not dare to think carefully about what his wife said.
Footsteps sounded outside, and the locked door on the second floor was suddenly knocked. Bright red blood seeped into the house along the crack of the door.
“We can’t stay here anymore! The guy with the umbrella will come here sooner or later!” What the store owner wants to do most now is to go home and see his pregnant wife.
He ran to the second floor window and when he opened the curtains, he saw his neighbor who lived across the alley and hurriedly hid something under his body.
"It's not safe here! Leave now!" the store owner shouted at his neighbor, who looked even stranger.
"I know, I saw it."
"How did you see it?" The store owner opened the window and was about to find a way to climb down.
“Use your eyes.” The binoculars fell off the chair, and the neighbor put his head out of the window. His neck stretched a little bit, and soon he stretched from his window to the shop owner’s house. : "It's a pity that you locked the window last night."
Looking at the neighbor's face, the store owner no longer dared to hesitate and jumped from the second floor window.
There was a sound of bones dislocating in one leg. He dragged his injured leg and limped out of the alley.
The neighbor's voice sounded behind him, and the shop owner grinned in pain, but he did not dare to stop.
“Help! Help!”
The store owner tried his best to move forward, and the young couple who co-operated the mobile phone store next to him happened to walk into the alley leaning against each other.
"Amei! Xiaocheng! Come and help me! This alley is haunted!"
The store owner recognized the young couple and shouted loudly, but when he got closer, he found something strange about the couple.
Boyfriend Xiaocheng hugged his girlfriend's waist tightly, and the muscles on his face were twitching uncontrollably.
My girlfriend A-mei lowered her head slightly, with heavy and ugly makeup on her face.
"Amei, what's going on with the makeup on your face?" The store owner stopped vigilantly: "Did someone else put the makeup on you?"
Seeing that the boss had already It can be seen that there is a vein bulging on Xiaocheng's face: "I put the makeup on her, and I didn't expect that just so long ago, corpse spots would cover the entire face!"
The hand hidden behind his back slowly stretched out, and Xiaocheng's laughter became louder and louder. He also held a knife stained with debris in his hand: "It doesn't matter, I will put on makeup for you this time!"
Pushing forward with a knife, Xiao Cheng looked crazy.
The store owner wanted to escape, but the injury to his leg seriously affected him.
With his mouth covered and blood flowing out, he kicked the small city randomly and used his last strength to overturn the trash can next to him.
All kinds of garbage were scattered on the ground. Among them, a Coke bottle fell from the trash can, rolled out of the alley, and hit a travel shoe.
The owner of the shoes has dyed yellow hair. He is wearing headphones and is chanting in spoken English following the voice in the headphones.
Glancing at the Coke bottle, the yellow-haired student was a little confused. He turned to look at the alley next to him.
Garbage was scattered all over the ground, as if someone had had a fight there.
“I used to go in and out of back alleys a lot, and I thought fighting was cool, until I met that devil.” The yellow-haired student shuddered, remembering what he had experienced, when the father of a fellow student wanted to Lure out the bad guys from the lower city, use him as a temptation, deliberately lure gang members to rob him, pretend to be ghosts to scare him, and use various means to threaten him.
"No! I must pass the exam. Even if I repeat the exam for ten years, I still have to fulfill the agreement with Fu Sheng's father! Damn it, I must get ahead and never return to this city!"< br>
Turning up the volume of his headphones, Huang Mao concentrated on practicing foreign language speaking. He used to have no interest in learning, but now he studied all night long every day in order to pass the exam, regardless of his family's dissuasion. He was completely obsessed.
Frankly speaking, his family is very worried about him. In order to avoid hurting his self-esteem, they have been secretly hiring a psychologist to pretend to be a tutor.
"Work hard! Strive! Hard work pays off!"
After cheering himself up, Huang Mao lowered his head and walked forward. He would use all the fragmented time to study, completely Immerse yourself in a sea of knowledge.
The traffic light at the intersection changed color, and Huang Mao stopped. He was correcting his pronunciation by following the sound in his headphones, but his ears suddenly heard the cry of a child.
"Why are people crying?" Looking around, Huang Mao found that there were very few people on the road today, and it was already after seven o'clock and it was not yet dawn: "Did I read the time wrong?"
The crying sound became clearer and clearer. Huang Mao listened carefully for a long time and suddenly realized that the sound came not from the surroundings, but from his earphones.
Hurrying to take off his headphones, screams, cries and calls for help came from all directions. Huang Mao was stunned at the intersection.
Slowly, the child's cry, which at first only sounded in the headphones, sounded directly in the back of his head.
Huang Mao twisted his neck stiffly. He looked at the glass display window of the store next to him. There was a deformed child lying on his back, holding his headphones with two small hands.
"I won't carry him all the way, right?"
The child also knew that he had been discovered. He let go of the earphones, raised his hands, and stabbed Huang Mao's ears directly with his sharp fingers.
Huang Mao, who was completely frightened, stood there blankly, his heart completely dominated by fear.
“Be careful!”
A bloody ghost face quietly appeared, Huang Mao was pushed to the ground, and the kid lying on his back was crushed and absorbed by a middle-aged female ghost .
Sitting on the ground, before Huang Mao could figure out the situation, his arm was grabbed by a woman holding a mobile phone: "Follow me!"
"I don't! You must be a ghost too! You put me Pull him to a place where no one is around, and then do it to me..." Before Huang Mao could finish his words, he saw the middle-aged female ghost rushing toward him. He was so frightened that he crawled and followed the young woman towards a nearby path. go.
Ten minutes later, the frightened Huang Mao hid in a convenience store warehouse, and the woman who saved him was also beside him.
"Thank you." Huang Mao gasped for air. He didn't even dare to speak loudly now: "What is going on outside? Everyone seems to be crazy!"
"You have to learn to get used to it. Today It may be the dullest day in your future life." Xiao You picked up the blood-stained mobile phone hanging around her neck, and her mother was guarding her: "My name is You Yi, she is my mother, someone asked me to. Came to ask you something.”
"Ask me?" Huang Mao looked confused.
"The man claimed to be Fu Sheng's father, and he wanted to ask for some information about Fu Sheng. Has Fu Sheng done anything special in the past year?" Xiao You He dialed a number and handed the phone to Huang Mao. Looking at the bloody mobile phone, Huang Mao's legs felt weak. He just heard the words Fu Sheng's father, and his body couldn't stop trembling. The fear of being dominated came back!
(End of this chapter)