Chapter 157: No Return (7)
The middle-aged man walked along the road for a long time.
The strange thing is that this road seems to never end.
The road ahead was obscured by pitch darkness.
The monster opened its mouth, revealing its hideous and smelly fangs. The road was its long tongue.
The middle-aged man did not notice that at some point, all the sounds of animals around him had disappeared, leaving only the howling of the wind blowing through the trees and the burnt smell of straw burning in the fields.
He began to feel exhausted.
The middle-aged man took a long breath, threw the heavy backpack in his hand to the side of the road, and sat down on the ground, panting like a pig.
Because of the middle-aged man's rudeness, the bulging backpack fell to the ground, revealing the electronic products, clothes and watches inside.
If Lu Xingxing, who follows fashion the most, was here, he would definitely recognize that those clothes and watches are new products from trendy brands of the year, with high prices and trendy styles.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't fit in with middle-aged people.
Middle-aged people no longer have time to care about these things.
The cold wind chilled all his sweat and made him shiver uncomfortably.
When he saw the familiar sign on the opposite side, he belatedly remembered that he had seen the name of the road sign on the sign before complaining about not being able to see the highway intersection. And that place name was exactly the same as the one he saw now.
But, how is that possible!
At least half an hour had passed since he saw the sign!
A look of horror slowly emerged on the middle-aged man's face, and he finally felt that something was wrong.
Beads of cold sweat crept up his back, and all the things he had just ignored flashed through his mind again.
As he walked along, he didn't see any other car except that convoy!
Although he had the impression that the road home was remote and deserted, there should have been some passing cars.
There was also the endless road along which he walked, and the signposts that appeared many times...
The middle-aged man hurriedly picked up the backpack beside him. He was no longer as calm as before, but walked hurriedly.
He looked around nervously, his eyes widened with fear, his nostrils flared, and even his breathing became heavy, "huff, huff" like an old bellows.
After a feeling of fear emerged in his heart, the middle-aged man became nervous and would check nervously at the slightest sound nearby.
So his steps became faster and faster, and he became more and more flustered. He even stumbled several times and almost fell on the road.
In the end, after he saw the same sign again, fear finally overwhelmed his psychological defenses, and he ran desperately, wanting to get away from this endless road.
There was a rustling sound.
In the darkness, pairs of red eyes gradually opened, and the lifeless eyes emitted a faint light.
They float in the dark forests like red lanterns, flying up and down in the air, and are the only light in the endless darkness.
“Clang!”
The gong was struck suddenly, and the trembling tail sound came from a distance, hazy and long, not like the sound of a human world.
The clear sound shook the soul, causing all souls to subconsciously avoid it.
The withered weeds were weighed down by an invisible weight, as if something was walking over them.
A "rustling...rustling" sound was also heard in the forest, and the leaves were shaken and fluttered.
An invisible group of things were walking through the forest, crushing the dead leaves.
Wherever it passed, there was no life and only evil spirits.
The middle-aged man felt that the moment he heard the sound of the gong, a chill spread from the top of his head down to his whole body.
He froze in place, cold sweat running down his forehead.
But the terrifying deterrent force was crushing him from behind. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move his stiff legs and feet. He screamed madly in fear in his heart, but except for staring his eyes so hard that they almost popped out of their sockets, he couldn't escape from here.
The cold wind with a fishy smell blew from the mountains and forests.
The sound of gongs cleared the way, and the iron chain slid across the ground.
“Crash…”
“Crash…”
The chill that could almost freeze the soul was getting closer and closer, almost right behind me.
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, and tremblingly forced himself to turn his head, trying to see clearly what was behind him.
His cervical vertebrae creaked as he turned his head, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other was so gratifying that it made his teeth ache.
But the middle-aged man was caught off guard and was faced with a pale face.
There was no blood on his face, his lips were pale, there were no pupils in his eyes, only a pale white. Fine blood threads densely spread from the whites of the eyes to the middle, which was eerie and creepy.
It stood right behind the middle-aged man, close to him, and it was unknown how long it had been standing there.
The distance between the two was so close that they were almost face to face. The middle-aged man could clearly feel the chill coming from behind and the eerie deathly air in those eyes.
The middle-aged man only felt that his heart stopped at that moment.
Then the next moment, under the intense fear, the middle-aged man's last instinct for survival burst out. He screamed and ran forward in panic.
“Aaaaaaaaa——!!!”
"Ghost, ghost!!!"
The pair of pupil-less eyes turned, and suddenly the eyelids fluttered, turning from completely white to completely red.
The bloodless face slowly twisted and looked straight in the direction where the middle-aged man ran away.
Then he stood on tiptoe and walked forward lightly.
The iron chain was tied to his feet, and the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Smelly blood was dripping all the way, and he kept moving forward, pulling the chain.
Its body was tied up with iron chains from the neck to the limbs. The chains were tightly tied into the flesh, and white bones were visible under the rolled up skin and flesh.
But it turned a blind eye to it.
Or maybe... after a hundred years in prison, he has become accustomed to such excruciating pain.
First, a human-shaped figure vaguely walked on the road, then the second, and the third...
It stretches endlessly.
More and more figures emerged from the dim forest, staring with bloodshot eyes, following the path taken by the figure in front and walking forward.
Their eyes were empty, their faces were as pale as paper without any color, and they were shrouded in death. They only knew to follow the figure in front of them dully, mechanically raising their stiff hands and feet to move.
Wherever he passed, the smelly blood flowed all over the ground.
Translucent figures overlap one another, with red lights of varying shades in the darkness.
And next to the team of red figures, there were also a series of blurry white figures.
They wore tall white hats and their faces were covered with white paper, so their faces could not be seen clearly.
Only in the occasional gaps opened by the wind could a glimpse of a bloodless paleness be seen.
On this deserted road, there are many ghosts and the surrounding mountains are dead silent.
Only the sound of chains and gongs echoed through the darkness.
…
When Zhao Zhen regained consciousness from the severe pain, he felt that the weight on his eyelids was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open his eyes no matter how many times he tried.
Return of consciousness.
He remembered that the last impression he had before he passed out was Yan Shixun's rapid voice, the overturned car, the things falling down, and the terrified screams of the people around him...
He remembered that he wanted to reach out and catch Song Ci who was thrown from the other side.
But the young master was so frightened that he had no control over his movements at all. He was like an automatic attack device, waving wildly at anyone or anything that came near him.
Zhao Zhen was naturally no exception. He was slapped by the young master, and his head was pushed against the rear car window with a "bang".
Under the severe pain, all the images suddenly went black.
He doesn't remember what happened afterwards.
Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly in his heart and thought with gritted teeth that if he saw Song Ci again, he would definitely grab him and beat him up, just like Brother Yan beat Jing Xiaobao.
He wanted to help the young master, but he didn't know whether he was able to help him or not, and he was knocked unconscious instead.
What is this called...
Zhao Zhen rolled his eyes, still worried about the situation of others and what happened after he fell into a coma.
So he gritted his teeth and used almost all his strength to force himself to open his eyes.
Then Zhao Zhen discovered that he was actually sitting upright in his seat, with the seat back in front of him.
It’s just that what I see… the perspective seems a bit weird?
It was as if all the scenery was flipped 90 degrees, and the brain questioned the image, thinking that it was not in line with common sense.
Zhao Zhen looked around in confusion and found himself still sitting in the car. Cold wind blew in from the broken window, and broken glass was scattered all over the ground. Other miscellaneous debris were also mixed with the glass shards, making the ground a mess.
After a few minutes, he finally realized why he felt strange.
——Because at this moment, he seemed to be sitting on the wall.
The bottom of the car, which holds the seats, is now standing upright.
It seems that the car really overturned just as I remembered.
Zhao Zhen was shocked and quickly stood up and wanted to leave his seat to see what was happening to everyone else.
He had just tried hard to look for a long time, but he only saw him in the car, and he didn't know where the others had gone!
But because he was sitting against the wall before, his mindset was not able to shift for a while, and the consequence of standing up rashly was that he fell heavily from his seat to the ground.
Zhao Zhen groaned in pain, his brain went blank for a moment, his mind was buzzing, his waist hurt as if it had been cut in half, and even his expression became distorted and hideous for a moment.
He had been too hard-working during the previous filming, and his waist was seriously injured due to the wire suspension and action scenes. This fall almost cost him his life.
For a moment, he wondered if he had been torn into two.
Zhao Zhen thought of the joy in the midst of suffering and lay on the ground waiting for the pain to pass.
At the same time, the audience only felt that Zhao Zhen’s split screen was black for two minutes before it lit up again.
As soon as the live broadcast was resumed, all the viewers who were anxiously waiting in front of the split screen found that Zhao Zhen had fallen to the ground and his condition did not look good.
Some viewers were extremely worried: [Oh my god! Zhao Zhen doesn’t look optimistic. Is he okay?]
[The car accident was too serious... Could Zhao Zhen be injured? Maybe a piece of iron or a rod got stuck in his flesh. I'm so worried.]
[Don't worry! I just called the official hotline, and the operator said the rescue team is already there, so don't worry.]
[Huh? Didn’t the car accident just happen? How could you get there in just two minutes? I’m confused.]
[Maybe the Taoist priest will fly with a sword (bushi), maybe the authorities have already prepared for it, after all, this show is too exciting, more exciting than any action movie I have ever seen.]
But some viewers soon discovered something was wrong: [Wait! Zhao Zhen is in the car? Then why didn’t Brother Yan notice Zhao Zhen when he entered the car just now?]
After the first person reminded them, more and more viewers followed this line of thought and discovered something was wrong.
[Oh, yes, Zhao Zhen is in the car, but in Brother Yan’s split screen just now, there was no one there that everyone saw with their own eyes… I got goose bumps, I’m so afraid that there are people in my family who can’t see…]
[Fuck! Please stop talking! My child is still alone in the classroom and I don’t dare to leave the building. Ahhhhh how am I going to get across the campus to the dormitory?]
[Wait... I remembered that other person. Just now on the main screen, there was a man with knife wounds all over his face. Do you remember him? His sitting posture seems to be the same as Zhao Zhen's! They both sat against the wall.]
Someone immediately reacted in horror: [Shit, is Zhao Zhen still alive?! ! !]
[That is definitely not an angle a normal person can sit at! I just tried to climb up the wall, but my mom grabbed me and pulled me down, saying that if I didn’t do it for two days, I would fall off the roof… This is a sad story.]
[No doubt about it! Normal people can't do it!]
[So...what happened there?]
The audience looked at each other in confusion.
Zhao Zhen, who was worried about by everyone, had completely forgotten about the split screen and was still quietly waiting for the pain to subside.
His vision, which had just been blurred by the pain, became clear again.
At this tricky angle, Zhao Zhen suddenly saw a white finger with a luxury decorative ring on it.
Song Ci!
Zhao Zhen was startled and immediately didn't care about his aching waist. He quickly got up from the ground and went to the other side of the seat without caring about his image.
As Zhao Zhen moved, the blanket that was originally draped over the seat fell off, revealing the person who was previously covered by the blanket.
It was Song Ci.
But the young master’s current condition is not good.
He was stuck at a tricky angle, in the gap between the seat and the car body, his frail body was tightly stuck in that thin strip.
What's even worse is that Song Ci's neck was stuck in the metal rod that fixed the seat to the floor of the car. If he moved even a little, he would be strangled.
Zhao Zhen lay on the side and watched for a long time, feeling at a loss as to what to do.
In such a narrow space, if it weren't for Young Master Song Ci's picky temper and lack of exercise, which made him thin, I'm afraid Song Ci would not have been stuck in it, but would have been cut into several pieces.
Although he was scared, Zhao Zhen also wanted to pull Song Ci out, but he didn't know where to start.
It's easy to get in, but difficult to get out.
In particular, he also had to consider not causing secondary trauma to Song Ci, for fear that if he made a mistake, he would pull Song Ci and scratch the metal, causing injury.
By then the young master will lose his temper again.
Zhao Zhen looked around and found that there was only himself and the young master stuck in the gap in the car, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.
He remembered that he caught the young master in a hurry. The others were far away or out of his sight, so he didn't notice their situation at all.
Now that those people are gone, he can't help but have terrible guesses about this.
However, the fact that Yan Shixun was not in the car made him barely suppress his worries.
Maybe Brother Yan is with someone else?
As long as Brother Yan is here, no one else will be in trouble.
Zhao Zhen calmed himself down, and finally determined a rough plan to rescue Song Ci based on the distribution of obstacles in the gap. Then he forced himself to stay calm and reach out, holding Song Ci's head with one hand, carefully preventing him from hitting his head, and using the other hand to move him out of the gap little by little.
This was a very delicate job. It took several minutes to move the machine a little bit, but Zhao Zhen was already sweating profusely.
And at this moment, an accident happened.
Because of nervousness, Zhao Zhen's palms were very warm, and the place where his skin touched Song Ci's skin became the only source of warmth for Song Ci's frozen body in the late autumn night wind.
Song Ci uttered a mutter, then slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes.
Zhao Zhen started sweating at that moment.
"Don't move!"
Zhao Zhen growled and stared at the metal rod stuck next to Song Ci's neck.
Because of the impact, the metal rods are often damaged and the irregular edges are sharp and dangerous. The skin will be cut if they are lightly touched.
Moreover, the space Song Ci had in this small gap for Zhao Zhen to move around in was definitely not large. If he was not careful, the metal edge would cut Song Ci's slender neck.
As soon as Song Ci opened his eyes, before he could react to what was going on, Zhao Zhen yelled at him. He immediately became unhappy, and the young master was furious.
"What did you say? Zhao Zhen, how dare you be so mean to me!"
As the young master spoke, the skin on his neck expanded a little, and immediately a blood mark was left.
Zhao Zhen's pupils constricted and his fingers trembled.
There was a burning pain in my neck.
Song Ci's mind became much clearer because of the pain, and then he realized a little bit late that his perspective seemed to be wrong.
He found that his vision was blocked by the leather seats, and his nose smelled of rust mixed with leather. Because of the wound on his neck, a hint of blood wafted out. The complex smells mixed together, so unpleasant that Song Ci was disgusted.
But he was ultimately aware of the gravity of his current situation.
Judging from Zhao Zhen's actions, he seemed to be saving himself.
So Song Ci pursed his lips and stopped talking.
With Song Ci's cooperation, Zhao Zhen finally moved Song Ci out of the narrow gap safely after some effort.
Song Ci sat on the ground, supporting himself with his arms. His body looked as if he had just been run over by a truck, and he was shaking so much that he had no strength at all.
He raised his hand and touched his neck, and there was a trace of blood on his white fingers.
Zhao Zhen shook his head helplessly: "So I told you everything, don't move."
After Song Ci and others were pulled out, they realized how dangerous the narrow gap they were stuck in was. If they were not careful, they might be killed on the spot.
He was still frightened and grateful to Zhao Zhen for saving him.
But just as Song Ci was about to thank him, he became unhappy when he heard Zhao Zhen say this.
So, the thanks he was about to express turned into dissatisfaction: "Didn't I just wake up? It's not normal to not understand the situation? Can't you remind me that the only thing I have is a mouth for eating?"
Song Ci glared at Zhao Zhen without any killing power and stretched out his hand to him: "Why don't you help me up? Can't you see that I can't get up by myself?"
Zhao Zhen: “…”
He did not argue with the young master, but bent down willingly and pulled Song Ci up from the ground.
Song Ci's legs were as weak as noodles. Even with someone helping him along, he still stumbled a few steps, and his feet uncontrollably stepped on the debris nearby.
“Puff!”
The sound of a balloon being popped echoed in the carriage.
Zhao Zhen looked to the side warily, but Song Ci froze.
He could clearly feel that... he had just stepped on and crushed something.
It's a bit elastic, but also soft and sticky, as if the juice has been squeezed out...
Song Ci held onto Zhao Zhen's shoulders with one hand to support his weak body, and quickly turned around to look down.
Seeing this, the young master's face turned green.
——Under his feet was a pool of blood and flesh.
But in that red area, there was also a white spherical substance, but it had been crushed into two pieces.
The blood and flesh were stuck to Song Ci's shoes, and even some of it splashed onto his pants.
The smell of rust filled the air.
When the young master's stomach was churning and he was about to vomit, the audience in front of his split screen felt bad too.
[What the hell is this? It's red, white, and sticky. I'm about to vomit.]
[Wow! I threw my phone out. It was so disgusting. I feel sick all over. Everything feels sticky.]
[Well, I took a closer look and it seems that this lump, maybe, maybe... is an eyeball?]
[Ugh!!!]
[…I just came back from throwing up, thank you my friend, I’m rushing to the toilet again now.]
[Successfully turned my favorite fish eyes into something I'm afraid of. Ugh! I never want to eat animal eyes again in my life!]
Fortunately, Song Ci is not from the circle, and compared with other guests, his split screen has always been lukewarm.
Half of the subscriptions were bought for him by his brother, who was the president of an entertainment company, because he was afraid that his brother would get angry because of the last-in-first-out mechanism.
Therefore, the number of people who saw this scene was not that large compared to other split screens.
Inside the public opinion studio, screens of all sizes cover the entire wall. Each screen is a live broadcast main screen and a split screen, as well as real-time analysis of the trends of public opinion on social platforms.
Many of the screens are still black, indicating that this split screen has not yet resumed live broadcast.
The head of the public opinion team stared at Song Ci's split screen, his face as green as Song Ci's.
He felt that the mutton offal soup he had eaten at noon was churning in his stomach.
There were sheep eyes in the mutton soup, and he even ate them.
Now the head of the public opinion team is regretting it. If he wasn’t embarrassed in front of his subordinates, he really wanted to rush out and vomit!
The person's eyeball was stepped on and exploded in the camera, which made many people feel disgusted.
The head of the public opinion group even had the illusion that he had eaten someone's eyeball. Thinking of this, his face turned even worse.
The subordinates next to him were afraid that he would die suddenly from working late at night, so they hurried over to ask.
Song Ci was unaware that everyone else was also disgusted, otherwise he could have strangely found some comfort in it.
He turned his head and lay in Zhao Zhen's arms, his voice trembling with disgust: "Zhao, Zhao Zhen, hurry up, help me get rid of it!"
Zhao Zhen looked at Song Ci in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
Song Ci didn't even dare to turn his head, but pointed at his feet frantically, crying: "Look at your feet, idiot!"
Zhao Zhenyi lowered his head and was caught off guard by the lifeless eyes that were staring at him, and his scalp went numb.
“…”
He was a man of 1.8 meters in height, and he was immediately shocked by the eyeballs that were crushed in the flesh and blood.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhen is a strong person. He has eaten raw mutton and live fish for the sake of filming the movie. After getting over that hurdle in his heart, he was able to calm down.
Zhao Zhen pulled a piece of blanket from the side, supported Song Ci's shaky body with his shoulder, then slowly squatted down, endured the discomfort, and wrapped the eyeball and picked it up.
But even though there was a thick blanket between them, and even though reason told Zhao Zhen that the blood and flesh would not seep out of the blanket, he still felt disgusted by the sticky feeling on his hands.
Zhao Zhen looked at the eyeball twice and realized something was wrong: "This is a human eyeball... Whose is it?"
Song Ci's shoulders stiffened, and he looked at Zhao Zhen with a terrified look: "Do you mean, someone has hurt their eyes?"
The young master's eyes turned red at that time.
As soon as he was pulled out, he realized that there were only him and Zhao Zhen in the car, with no sign of anyone else.
But now another eyeball has appeared... What if it was dropped by another guest in a car accident? If the eyeball is still intact, maybe it can be sent for surgery and put back after rescuers arrive.
But because of him, all of this has now become a bubble.
Song Ci felt so guilty that he didn't even care about his fear or nausea. He quickly reached out to pull the blanket out of Zhao Zhen's hand.
"Let me see, whose eyes are they? Whose eyes are they!"
Song Ci's voice trembled: "I'm sorry, I got into trouble."
Zhao Zhen looked at the young master in astonishment, then lowered his head to look at the eyeball in his hand again.
He is not a professional, but he has become familiar with the people in the program crew after filming several episodes of the program, and he knows their appearances by heart.
But even though the eyeball was severely damaged, Zhao Zhen still felt that it did not match the person who was in the car at that time.
——Although it may sound a bit offensive to say this, except for the variety show star and the driver, everyone else in the car is handsome men and beautiful women with nice eyes.
And this eyeball is obviously different from those people's eyes.
If he were a variety show star, his eyes wouldn't be that big. If he were a driver, his eyes would look much older, with a yellowish tinge of age.
Zhao Zhen forced himself to calm down and compared them one by one, but none of them matched.
So where did this eyeball come from?
Just when Zhao Zhen was puzzled, some viewers screamed and recognized the eyeball.
[Am I seeing things? It seems like this eyeball also appears in Brother Yan’s split screen?]
[After you finished speaking, I endured the nausea and looked at it again. Yes, although it was so disgusting that I almost vomited after being stepped on, it looked similar to the one in Brother Yan’s hand.]
[Strange, was the eyeball in Brother Yan's hand also picked up from the car? Are there two eyeballs? Otherwise, how could Brother Yan take one and there is still one here?]
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Just asking if anyone has just seen the main screen! Those who have seen it will definitely recognize where the eyeballs are from. They are a pair! Because people have two eyes!!]
[Shit! I remembered that weird boy, two eyeballs fell off his face! Those bloody eyes almost scared me to death.]
[…What happened? When I was taking a nap with my tablet in my arms, the show was still showing a relaxing atmosphere with a clear sky and bright sunshine. Why did I face an eyeball when I woke up? Damn, it’s raining heavily outside my house, and now I’m curled up in my bed, shivering with fear.]
[That's not right. If they were a pair, Brother Yan would have found them, right? I remember Brother Yan looked very carefully. How could a thorough search still leave something unseen?]
[I don’t know, maybe Brother Yan missed it?]
The audience discussed it in confusion for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why the same eyeballs appeared on both Yan Shixun and Song Ci.
As for the owner of the eyeball on the main screen, they guessed for a long time, their brains were tied up, but they were still confused.
Zhao Zhen was afraid of scaring Song Ci, so he wrapped the eyeball in a blanket, picked up a handbag from the side and put the eyeball in it, then helped Song Ci get out of the car.
Because the car overturned, they had no choice but to jump out of it. Zhao Zhen took a lot of effort to pull the frail young master out of the car.
After the two of them went out, Song Ci looked at Zhao Zhen, who was panting, and his eyes drifted uncomfortably: "I will work out when I get back."
His father did talk to him a few times, complaining that his thin arms and legs did not look strong enough, but his brother stopped him every time, saying that it was up to him to think whatever he wanted, and that any body shape was good-looking, and how could a father dislike his son?
This argument has repeatedly shut up other people. As long as his brother is around, he is happy to lie on the sofa and play games. He would never do something as tiring as fitness.
But now seeing that Zhao Zhen was so tired because of his weak physique, Song Ci was a little unhappy that he had become a burden to others.
Zhao Zhen was still panting and didn't hear clearly for a moment: "What?"
"I didn't say anything, you were hallucinating." Song Ci said seriously: "Were they thrown out?"
After seeing the broken car window, Song Ci began to have doubts.
After all, he was caught by Zhao Zhen, but the others were thrown to the other side due to inertia, breaking the glass and flying out. It is also possible.
Although Zhao Zhen was skeptical, he still agreed to check the surroundings with Song Ci.
It's better than sitting here and waiting.
At the same time, inside Binhai University.
After Cheng Jing left the laboratory, he returned to the dormitory with dinner. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a sound of retching coming from the dormitory.
Cheng Jing stopped immediately and wanted to go back to the cafeteria to eat.
But he was stopped by his sharp-eyed roommate: "Dad Cheng! Are you carrying my dinner?"
Cheng Jing had no choice but to come in.
Because the senior year is approaching graduation and the fall recruitment has passed, almost everyone has found a job, so when the teacher doesn't remember to call them, they are either busy doing experiments or writing papers in the laboratory, or like their roommates, staying in the dormitory playing games.
Cheng Jing belongs to the former.
He failed to get into graduate school, so he had to prepare for the exam seriously, hoping to go to the same school as his beloved. Therefore, he stayed in the laboratory and library, and his efforts were admired by other students.
Then the game went from being enjoyable to being anxious.
If his roommate hadn't sent the message, Cheng Jing wouldn't have brought back dinner on the way. He had originally planned to go to the library.
"Play less games."
Cheng Jing couldn't help but give some advice.
My roommate raised his tablet happily and said, "No, I'm watching the live broadcast."
Seeing Cheng Jing's unmoved expression, his roommate suddenly realized: "You've been too busy to pay attention to what's going on recently, right? There's a very popular variety show that's much better than the domestic horror movie I watched."
My roommate's eyes fell on the fried meatballs in dinner, and he suddenly thought of the eyeball he had just seen. His face immediately turned green and he felt a little disgusted.
He now refuses to eat any spherical food!
Under the enthusiastic recommendation of his roommate, Cheng Jing had no choice but to glance at the tablet helplessly.
Then his movements froze.
The campus network speed is terrible. My roommate’s tablet got stuck after loading a picture.
It shows a young man with knife wounds all over his face, with only two bloody eyes left staring at the camera.
The scene is horrifying and terrifying, giving people goosebumps when looking into those eyes.
But there was another reason why Cheng Jing was stunned.
"Dad Cheng? Are you scared?" The roommate looked at the tablet in surprise: "This is the person who appeared in the live broadcast, am I right? Isn't it scary?"
"What live broadcast? Let me see!"
Cheng Jing hurriedly took the tablet and wanted to enlarge the face that was blurred due to pixels.
However, the Internet speed was online, and the live broadcast was loaded and continued to play. Now the camera only saw an empty and messy carriage.
The person who was familiar to the core disappeared.
The roommate was frightened by Cheng Jing's actions, but he still said the name of the show obediently.
Seeing Cheng Jing's anxious look, his roommate murmured, "Apart from your boyfriend, it's rare to see you so nervous about someone. Dad, what's wrong with you? Why didn't I know you like watching scary things?"
Cheng Jing no longer cared about what his roommate was saying.
His hands were shaking as he took out his cell phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.
However, the other side still shows that the phone is turned off.
Cheng Jing felt like his heart had fallen into an icy cave.
…
The middle-aged man felt his eyes go dark and he ran until his lungs hurt so much that they were about to explode, but he still didn't dare to stop.
He didn't even dare to look back, for fear that the pale face was still behind him. The scene just now almost frightened him to the point of mental collapse.
But what was even worse was that he saw someone else.
As he was running, he noticed a figure with his head lowered standing on the road ahead.
Because it was too dark, he could only vaguely make out an outline that looked like a man, but he couldn't see the face clearly.
Faced with the crisis of fear and death, the middle-aged man didn't care about many things and didn't even consider why there was a person standing here.
The mere presence of others gave him a sense of being saved.
He ran over in surprise: "There is something chasing me from behind, can you help me block it..."
The middle-aged man followed his usual thinking and wanted to use this person who suddenly appeared as his meat shield to help him block the ghosts behind him, so as to delay time for him to escape.
As for whether this person would be killed by the ghost, that was not within his consideration.
But before he could finish his words, he saw the man slowly raise his head.
The middle-aged man didn't see it clearly because he was far away just now, but now he can see it clearly -
There were more than a dozen knife wounds on this man's face, and blood was flowing down his face.
Where the eyes should have been, there were already two bloody holes, and they were looking at him without any emotion.
Varied!
How could this happen! Shouldn’t this college student be in the car? And why is the flesh on his face all over?
He clearly watched that useless college student cry and die! He couldn't even fight anymore, so why was he still here!
The more he thought about it, the more frightened the middle-aged man became. He felt goose bumps all over his arms, and a dense layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out of his back.
Even the air he breathed in was so cold that it made his lungs ache.
The middle-aged man's steps suddenly stopped, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.
Blood was flowing down the young man's face. He slowly raised his foot and took a step towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's teeth were chattering, and he turned around and ran back.
“Ghost, ghost—!!!!”
The screams were hoarse.
Yan Shixun, who was discussing with Ye Li how many times they had passed this sign, suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked behind him solemnly.
Yan Shixun asked: "Ye Li, did you hear someone screaming just now?"
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