misfortune

misfortune

Amid the sharp scream that was enough to pierce the eardrums, Pingping and I almost reached out to cover each other's ears as a reflex at the same time, but it had little effect.

Although Wang Ping and we were separated by many tents, the noise was like a devil's sound filling our ears. It seemed to explode directly on our cochlea, sweeping over with a buzzing and tingling sensation.

The overwhelming feeling of nausea was so overwhelming that I almost fell to my knees. It felt like there were countless small hacksaws in my head drilling and sawing holes in my skull at the same time, and I was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, there were two of us now. In the dizziness, we supported each other and did not roll over. Then we felt the strength quickly draining away from every muscle and we were completely unable to move.

With the little strength he had, it was not so much that he was covering the other person's ears out of habit, but rather that he was about to lose his mind and instinctively gritted his teeth, trying to strangle something to death.

"—interrupt them!"

I was sweating all over and didn't know why I was so nervous. I heard myself making extremely distorted sounds, but my senses were completely confused. What I saw was Pingping's mouth opening and closing, as if she was shouting.

What is she shouting?

I had a headache and couldn't hear anything clearly due to the tinnitus, but I still tried to open my eyes wide and vaguely read her mouth shape, "...no...here!" Before the conversation was finished, she seemed to have suddenly discovered something terrifying and suddenly pulled her hand away.

It was this action that made me see a flash of hair at the base of her palm. My scalp suddenly exploded, and I screamed, let go of her hand, and stepped back more than ten meters. At the same time, I shook my hand violently, and saw something biting my palm tightly.

The thing was suddenly thrown away by me, and it slid on the ground and rushed towards me at a very fast speed.

I kicked the thing away, and the feeling under my foot was terrible, as if I had really stepped on a bunch of sticky hair.

I heard Pingping shouting something again in the chaos, and the ball of hair flew onto my forearm again. I grabbed the ghost thing tightly and pulled it out. Then, a handful of white mud and sand came from nowhere and hit my face and body.

"Water! It's the water on your body! They are going to the wet places!"

This time I heard it clearly, and reacted suddenly. I immediately jumped towards the pile of garbage next to me and started rolling around.

I kept rolling the white sand onto my body. This trick really worked. As my body became dry, it dropped straight down with a sharp and high-pitched hissing sound, as if the volume button was pressed. The force of the hair on my forearm also weakened a lot. I pulled hard and finally pulled it off. I threw it on the ground and stomped on it two or three times.

I felt a fishy odor coming from the soles of my shoes, and I raised my hand to touch behind my ear, and immediately gasped because of a dull stinging pain.

Pingping, who was already standing far away at this time, slowly slowed down. Her hands were still full of white mud and sand, and she came over and kept smearing it on my body.

I didn't bother to wipe the sweat off my face, and quickly pulled Xu Ping over to check. She shook her head, her face a little pale, and showed me her hands and face, which had already dried up: "It didn't bite me until I realized there was something wrong."

After this hurried conversation, we immediately turned our gazes vigilantly to Wang Ping, who was still standing stiffly.

He didn't wake up, his eyes were still closed.

From a distance, I saw that the raised hair was still waving, like the tentacles of a poisonous sea anemone, almost all over Wang Ping's back. And the distribution of the hair was very strange, mostly only on the back and waist, like a wet human figure.

It was as if the hairs were actually a drowned man clinging to Wang Ping's back.

What was even more strange was that this time the hairs still had wide open blood-red cracks, but did not make any sound.

I got goosebumps instantly. Damn, what on earth happened in just that short moment?

Before I could even ask, Ping Ping said softly, "Don't move. There seems to be another one."

I was startled and froze, the delayed tingling behind my ear now turned into a numb sensation. Then I finally felt something crawling into my hair and trying to get into my ear canal, causing a slight itch that was almost an illusion.

Along with the itchiness, the sharp chirping sound that had disappeared began to sound again in high and low pitches.

People who like to clean their ears must have had similar experiences. There only needs to be a small piece of earwax in the ear canal. When you use a cotton swab to clear it, a slight turn will produce a loud noise.

But the sound is essentially just amplified. Only the person who is cleaning his ears can hear it and even feel it is noisy. To the outside world, it is still quiet and silent.

This is my situation now, with hairs crawling into my ears, giving me a sharp ringing sound in the silence.

It took a lot of willpower for me to stay still in this situation.

But I also know that I must not panic now. If I try to pull it out in a panic, I might miss it and stimulate that thing instead.

"Pingping, come here."

I said in a hoarse voice, and there was a strange sweet taste in my throat that I couldn't suppress. Just when I suspected that the thing was about to crawl into my brain, Pingping held a ball of white sand and raised it to my ear.

"Three, two, one..."

She counted quietly, her hands steady, and slowly tilted her palm to pour the mud and sand into my ears.

It could be five seconds, ten seconds, or a very long time. Pingping moved very slowly, fearing that the hair would be stressed and escape deep into my ear canal.

In order to keep me relaxed, she took a deep breath, spoke in a gentle and low voice, and tried to talk to me:

"Ran Ran, what was that sound we heard just now?"

She should have the answer to this question, but I still tried to calm myself down and not pay attention to the situation in my ear canal, and slowly answered:

"To put it simply, some hair must have detached from Wang Ping's body and crawled onto us."

There was a slight heaviness in my ear canal. I had never felt the granular feel of those tiny sands so distinctly. My body instinctively wanted to shake my head to shake off the sand.

The ball of hair had drilled very deep and seemed to stay at a certain position, trembling as if looking for something.

"...Yes, speaking of crawling onto my body." I paused, realizing that I was really a loser. My breathing was already a little heavy. "I think, like you said, it might be because of the water."

Although I only took a glance, the dense hair on Wang Ping's back and the sudden change that had occurred only at this moment, which had been fine throughout the day, still made me think of something very intuitively.

I suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth.

Because at this moment I realized why the distribution pattern of Wang Ping's hair was so strange, like a small human figure.

Yes, the little person holding on to him tightly and lying on his back was none other than myself.

When he carried me on his back, his back was soaked by the water dripping from my body.

Xu Ping is also reviewing:

"It seemed like the thing just now crawled directly onto my hand with a purpose, but it didn't bite me. I could feel that it first went into my ear and then fell out."

The itching in my ear eased a little, so I tried to tilt my ear downwards. The hair became much less active and slid out slowly, but there was still a slight scratching feeling hooked on it.

She had a little sweat on her nose: "But I don't understand why it wants to bark in our ears."

I shook my head. "I just stepped on one and it broke. If the touch is correct, then it may not be really chirping. It is because it is hollow. When it drills into the narrow part of the human body, the gas in the cavity is squeezed out, which drives the scale-like things on its body and makes the sound."

I tilted my head again, and the hair had basically loosened. Xu Ping's cold fingers were gently pinching the thing and pulling it out. I could see that her arms were covered with goose bumps.

At this point, both of them stopped talking, their hearts in their throats.

After a while, I felt a sense of emptiness in my ears. Xu Ping's shoulders relaxed, and he pinched a bunch of hair that had become much grayer and smiled at me.

We didn't say anything else. Some kind of mental exhaustion made us both quiet for a while. This time, we really didn't even bother to move a finger. We both smiled bitterly and stared at the ball of hair in a daze.

After about three minutes, she asked hesitantly:

"Is Wang Ping dead?"

I was stunned for a moment, wanting to comfort her, but still nodded.

During our self-rescue process just now, no one mentioned Wang Ping. It was not out of indifference, but from the moment the mutation began, Wang Ping seemed to be just asleep, and his chest had no movement or breathing.

I smeared white sand on my body, behind my ears, neck and limbs, and pushed aside the plastic bags mixed in the white sand. Sure enough, there were pale broken limbs underneath.

Those broken limbs must have been dried for a long time, and there are many tiny holes on them, similar in size to pores.

Pingping checked me up and down, confirmed that my body was covered with white sand, and then she applied it on the exposed skin.

There is a small episode here. I found that the dripping of water on my body seemed to have stopped temporarily after this incident. But this improvement was very inexplicable, which made me have a bad premonition.

After both of us had smeared ourselves completely dry, we controlled the distance and approached Wang Ping.

As we got closer, the hair on Wang Ping's body that was still stretching and waving made us feel a little creepy.

I don't know why I'm not the first target of those things.

Logically speaking, if they need to rely on water, or are unusually aggressive towards water, they should give up on Wang Ping and just crawl all over me. Wang Ping just got wet because he carried me for a while, but I am the source of the water. They shouldn't be able to tell the difference, right?

But it was not until Pingping and I were close to a dangerous distance that the hair, which I had confirmed would get up and attack people after landing, seemed indifferent and did not react to us at all.

Also, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but there’s always a voice in my heart saying that the hair seems a little too long.

I was a little surprised by this idea of ​​"too long". For a moment I seemed to have grasped something, but I couldn't remember it.

It was at this moment that Wang Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

Wang Ping, who Pingping and I had confirmed was once an ordinary human being without any abnormalities, and whose death we had both witnessed and confirmed, had dilated pupils, but he actually looked around like a living person, and asked in confusion:

"Hey? What's going on here?"

As he asked the questions, I saw that the mottled yellow hair seemed to tremble slightly and become shorter.

No, to be precise... those hairs seemed to have penetrated into Wang Ping's skin.

Just as Ping Ping vaguely felt, the hairs were trembling purposefully, concentrating on Wang Ping's abdomen. The weight made Wang Ping even more hunched, and he seemed to be rapidly dehydrated, so he became shorter, and his abdomen also became a little bigger due to the concentration of the hairs.

The next moment, "Wang Ping" moved, came up to me, and asked again: "Hey? What's going on here?"

I broke out in a cold sweat as I could tell the tone and pronunciation of this question was exactly the same as before.

This was not a question, not a conversation, but more like some clumsy and inhuman imitation.

Almost face to face, "Wang Ping"'s pupils were shaking, rolling back unsteadily, revealing cloudy whites of his eyes.

I heard the hair in his abdomen moving, making a sucking sound.

"Wang Ping" moved again. This time, he slowly turned his face and looked up at the empty dome above.

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