72 Skin 14 || Lesion 2
It seems that I was overthinking it.
From the moment she fell asleep, Yan Shuang had been lying on her side, just in case, so that she could see the door when she opened her eyes. Now that she was awake, she could clearly feel the blood flow to her right shoulder being blocked, and it was tingling and resisting.
But he didn't want to leave his back to the old man. After all, ordinary people don't have eyes at the back of their heads. After weighing the pros and cons, he could only lie flat and observe the room with his peripheral vision.
It was difficult to fall asleep for a while. Yan Shuang recalled the fragmented words that were said during the day. Since everyone now knew how to avoid the death rule, no one would think of deliberately violating it. This rule was equivalent to being invalid.
No one touches the original rules, and what awaits is the rules selecting people, thus creating a new rule.
I don’t know what’s going on outside right now. It’s already past one in the morning. Did Jingning go upstairs tonight?
At this time, there was a slight noise from the bed next door. Yan Shuang looked over and soon fell into silence again, with only the sound of breathing.
Yan Shuang was silently calculating the time in his mind. A normal adult takes about 3 to 5 seconds to breathe each time, but the old man took almost 15 seconds each time. He was even worried that the man might suddenly pass out.
After all, the symbiotic relationship speculated during the day has yet to be verified.
Suddenly, another guess emerged in Yan Shuang's mind. Previously, she only guessed that the real patients relied on the fake patients to survive, but what if the opposite was true? These fake patients actually relied on the real patients to survive.
If the real patient dies, they will die together.
“Da…da la…”
Suddenly, a crisp and jumping sound was heard on the floor. Yan Shuang shuddered, his nerves instantly tensed up, and he looked around vigilantly, looking for the source of the sound.
“Da la…da la da la da la…”
The sound became clearer and louder. Yan Shuang's mind buzzed. This sound was very familiar, the sound of marbles bouncing and rolling on the ground, even though there was no one else in the room.
An inexplicable fear surged in my heart, and the sound of collisions was like a fatal note, making my heart beat faster.
Yan Shuang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his back.
Before he could think about it, the sound of the marbles came closer and closer to him until they rolled under his bed.
However, the sound did not stop there. The marble continued to bounce wildly under his bed, and the amplitude of its bounces gradually increased. Then it fell heavily on the metal bed board, making a crisp and harsh "ding--" sound.
Yan Shuang clenched the mobile phone in her hand. The marbles could not jump for no reason without external force, unless there was something else under her bed!
A chill ran through Yan Shuang's brain, making the buzzing in his head even louder.
"Dala... Ding... Dala..." The sound continued in the room, showing no sign of stopping. Yan Shuang's heartbeat became faster and faster with the rhythm of the sound, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. In addition, the breathing sound on the right was also proceeding in an orderly manner.
Almost subconsciously, he sat up from the bed, pushed open the window, supported himself on the windowsill with his palms, and tried to flip out.
The sound of marbles under the bed suddenly stopped without any warning. Yan Shuang's heart tightened and she turned her head to look. A pair of heart-poundingly pale hands were groping for the edge of the bed. After finding a support point, the fingers tightly clasped the edge of the bed. The sheets quickly sank down and the thing underneath was trying to crawl out.
His eyes involuntarily turned to the window. A glance at the height of the 24th floor made him dizzy. The cold wind blew on his face. He leaned on the windowsill and was shaky. The ground was pitch black, like an endless abyss.
When people face sudden danger, they instinctively and subconsciously flee.
After coming to his senses, he did not jump out of the window. Instead, he moved to the end of the bed, put his feet on the floor, and left the bed.
With his hands still grasping the edge of the bed, Yan Shuang took two steps back and leaned his body against the wall. He was now seven steps away from the door. Even if he wanted to open the door and escape, it would take at least one minute, which was enough to cost him his life.
Death is the only option, so Yan Shuang would rather choose to open the door, at least there is still a glimmer of hope.
Just as he was about to move towards the door, "Gurgle, gurgle—" the marbles rolled at a constant speed on the smooth tiles, making a slight sound.
In the moonlight outside the window, a medium-sized black marble rolled from under the bed to Yan Shuang's feet, and then stopped.
Yan Shuang's eyelids were twitching and her scalp was about to explode. The hands beside the bed stopped moving. It seemed as if a pair of eyes under the bed were staring at her motionlessly, waiting for his next move.
One second.
Two seconds.
Yan Shuang gave up the idea of sneaking out the door. He bent down and was about to pick up the black marble at his feet when he glanced under the bed. A female ghost in a nurse's uniform was lying under the bed in a very strange posture, facing him.
Long black hair obscured half her face. Her eye sockets were sunken, the skin around them wrinkled and cracked, and a few strands of red flesh were faintly visible in the dark eye sockets. The bones around her eye sockets were unusually clear, as if someone had gouged out her eyeballs with a sharp knife.
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss suddenly twitches, and the remaining eyelids blink on their own, and the sweet and rotten smell gushes out with this movement.
When Yan Shuang saw the marbles at his feet clearly, he blurted out swear words.
That's not a black marble, it's clearly the eyeball of the thing under the bed.
A fucking ghost took out his own eyeballs and played with them as marbles!!!
Yan Shuang's face was covered in cold sweat. He barely stood there, his eyes fixed on the perverted thing under the bed.
The female ghost under the bed seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece, with a grin on her face, confronting Yan Shuang.
Although he had no eyeballs, Yan Shuang could still feel the gaze that was always glued to him.
Without thinking, he kicked his eyeball back, then rushed to the door. Before he could move the bedside table, something underneath moved.
The female ghost under the bed was anxiously looking for her eyeball, which had been kicked somewhere by Yan Shuang, and she was growling.
Yan Shuang here wished she could use both her hands and feet to open this broken door.
The female ghost searched around and finally found the eyeball in the darkness. She picked it up and put it into her eye socket, staring at him viciously.
With this time difference, Yan Shuang also moved the iron frame on the door, and he was just a little bit closer to opening the door and escaping.
In the blink of an eye, the female ghost who found the eyeball had brought it behind him, and her cold, pale fingers clamped tightly on the back of his neck, and pain instantly rushed into his brain.
The hand behind him was so strong that he couldn't move. Soon, the oxygen he could breathe became less and less, and his consciousness began to fade.
When danger came, Yan Shuang's fear disappeared, and a sadness grew in his heart. He was going to die.
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