Chapter 306

He moved away from the car.

The driver also wanted to get away from him, so he stepped on the accelerator and the car took off.

But the story did not end here, because when he got up from the ground and staggered forward, he felt that everyone around him was staring at him.

Those people had pale faces, slow movements, strange expressions, and abnormal body proportions.

It was extremely terrifying when they stared at him, like a group of extremely hungry wolves surrounding their prey, and he was the surrounded prey.

He was almost frightened to scream, but he felt that screaming would not make the situation better and might even make it worse, so he bit his lips hard until they bled.

His voice did not fly out of his throat, but tears slowly emerged from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks to his chin, and then falling onto his clothes.

His neck felt as if someone was rubbing it with hair, and it was so itchy that he couldn't concentrate.

It was as if there was someone he couldn't see following him and playing tricks on him, but he could do nothing about it.

He felt that this was really terrible, and he started to raise his hands and scratch the itchy part, which was his neck, with his nails.

His nails were not sharp, but he was very strong and emotional, so he soon scratched his neck and started bleeding. Blood marks appeared on his skin.

He had done all this himself.

If someone who doesn't know the situation saw it, they might think he had just escaped from being imprisoned and abused.

However, since he is of the wrong gender, it seems that he doesn't need to worry about people misunderstanding him.

If someone really misunderstood him, they would probably just think he was a lunatic who suddenly escaped from a mental hospital.

He wanted to escape from the crowd, but he felt that there were people everywhere he walked.

Those people were staring at him the whole time, and he wanted to dig out their eyes, but he knew that digging out their eyes would only lead to him being caught and trapped, and he didn't want to become like that.

Because if he really became like that, he would definitely be found by a ghost or something else and killed. That would be like doing nothing and waiting to die. He absolutely didn't want that.

Therefore, he wished he could dig out his own eyes at this moment.

He thought: Now we are in the hospital. Even if I really dig out my eyes, there will be doctors to treat me immediately. I don’t have to worry about what happens next.

Because a normal person will not die if he loses an eye.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly bumped into someone.

He looked up and saw that this person had the face of the woman lying on the hospital bed. Or, if this woman was in the car just now, she should not be in front of him now.

He was stunned for a moment and was pushed to the ground. He finally couldn't help but screaming wildly, venting his emotions and fear.

It's more like a small animal trying to drive away something it fears by screaming.

The woman opposite was shocked by his scream and was also stunned. Then she frowned, showing a disgusted expression, patted her clothes, looked down, kicked him and said:

A man is such a waste. I bumped into him and he started screaming. If you don't know, you would think I beat him up. What the hell?

Do you think that even if you ask someone to help you, they will stand by you and help you? What are you dreaming about? You are a piece of trash!

No one will help you, they just know you are a piece of trash. They may even think you are bullying others. I advise you to wake up and stop pretending here.

Otherwise don’t blame me for doing something to you again.”

After saying this, the man left.

A hand patted him on the shoulder. He turned around suddenly and saw the face again, but the man's clothes were different.

Moreover, the last person with this face was a woman, and her eyes avoided him. Now the person with this face was a man, who squatted behind him, as if he was very worried about him, and he was much gentler.

But there is such a face.

No matter what he did, he couldn't convince himself that the man in front of him was a good person, so he got up and ran away.

I appeared before him.

He didn't recognize me, but when he saw my clothes, he tried to remember who I was, but when he looked at my face he couldn't recognize me no matter what, and he hit his head.

He rushed towards me and looked like he wanted to hit me.

I knocked him out and took him to the doctor.

The doctor admitted him to the hospital, and I stayed by his bedside waiting for him to wake up.

After waking up, his condition seemed to be a little better. His eyes were straight and dazed. He didn't talk or do anything. He just lay in bed and wouldn't sit up.

"Are you okay?"

I asked.

"Nothing. I'm much better."

After a long while he answered slowly.

"Do you remember what to do next?"

I asked him.

"I remember that it wasn't over yet, so we went back to that room. We smashed the thing, and the man would definitely show up, and then we would be safe and could do other things.

Anyway, I can’t accept that this kind of thing will happen again in the future.”

His eyes widened, his hands tightly grasped the quilt, his whole body trembling, he tried to press his teeth, and slowly uttered a word: "Absolutely not."

It seemed that saying this had caused him great harm, and it had taken a lot of effort and energy.

After he finished speaking, he lay back, closed his eyes, and fell asleep, sleeping all the way through the night.

He woke up at night and I was still by his bed. He was a little dazed and asked me how long it had been.

"It's been a day or two at least."

I answered roughly.

"You're really humorous."

He smiled, sat up from the bed, and was able to dress himself.

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to help.

He waved and started putting on his shoes again, as if he wanted to leave.

"It's night time now. It's not a good time to leave now. And you don't have a discharge certificate."

I said.

"There is no time to waste. What's wrong with doing it at night? We can take this opportunity to take a good look at what we want to do. It would be difficult to do it during the day. And do you remember?

Didn’t the last accident happen during the day? It’s not safe during the day. I don’t care whether it’s day or night, because it’s the same. I don’t want to care which is more dangerous, because it’s the same.”

He almost yelled it at me, and I knew what he was going to yell, he would say the same thing.

I sighed, followed his wishes, let him leave the hospital, and followed him.

But when he reached the side of the road, he stopped, looking at me helplessly, like a kid whose lollipop had just been snatched away.

"What bus should we take back home?"

he asked me.

"There are no buses left at this time, so we can only take a taxi. If there are no taxis, I think we should leave tomorrow morning. It's not that I won't help you."

I said.

"I know. I won't blame you for this. I still need your help."

He nodded.

“You didn’t give me money for the hospital stay.”

I reminded him.

"Let's give you the money after we get out of the house. I'm afraid you'll leave if I give you the money in advance. I'm really scared."

He said to me.

"Well, it's just this once. If you don't give me money next time, I will never go with you."

I said.

He nodded.

A car came flying by.

He opened the door and sat down.

There was a dark driver sitting in the car. Maybe it was because he didn't turn on the lights and was wearing black clothes. He didn't turn his head yet, so he looked like he had no facial features.

He didn't say anything or make a sound, just like a dead piece of wood placed there, pretending to be someone.

Chef Zhang was a little scared. I sat next to him and he pulled me aside and said, "I have a bit of a shadow about riding in a car now, especially taking a taxi. It reminds me of what happened last time."

I know what he's talking about. He was like he saw a ghost in the car last time. If it's the same this time, I don't think he'll dare to take a taxi alone again in his life.

I looked forward and saw that the driver had placed a white rabbit doll that looked like a mascot in the front seat.

The doll was very strange. It had a white rabbit-like head, red eyes, and two ears pointing straight up like two antennas. From the neck on, it looked like a human.

The neck was short and thick, but also very white, like the color of a powdered corpse.

Underneath was the clothing, a thick layer of clothing that was a bit gray and fluffy. It was a very complicated lace-edged skirt with sleeves that covered the wrists.

Two fat, round and white little hands were revealed. They were not as big as normal people's, but looked very round. They had no nails, were not aggressive, and did not feel like they were made of plastic and contained a knife.

I was wearing shoes and couldn't see the soles clearly, but I was facing the seat behind me. When the light was blurry, it felt like the rabbit was smiling, which was quite eerie.

Every time this happens I always wonder, why can't taxis be equipped with lights inside? Even if the lights can't be turned straight forward, what's wrong with turning them from the top down inside the car?

Does the light from the top down shining into the car also flash the eyes of people outside? If so, how did the person's eyes grow? Are his eyes in his ears?

Chef Zhang obviously thinks the same as I do.

He was already shivering a little and looked very cold, but he was trying to hug me to keep warm.

Because there is no heating here.

But if he hugged me, wouldn't I be unable to move when I ran away? So I pushed him away. He looked at me with a pitiful expression on his face while crying.

I turned my head with a heart of stone, and he knew it was impossible, so he had to pull my clothes and try to follow me when I ran away.

I looked at him and the expression on his face looked like he wanted to open the car door and run out right now.

"If we leave now, we'll either have to go back to the hospital or sit at the bus station all night."

I said.