After seeing the last line of text in his mind, Shen Xing was stunned for a moment.
He did not expect that the locking period for face was only 10 days. If it exceeded 10 days, the characteristic of face would still be lost.
In other words, even if I want to absorb its characteristics, I will be unable to do so.
Of course, the solution is to create a cheeky wood carving within these 10 days, and let the wood carving absorb the locked face, so as to preserve its characteristics.
But where is the locked face now?
Shen Xing frowned, and suddenly his body trembled. He found that whenever he thought about this face, this thing would immediately appear in his mind.
But if you divert your attention to other things, your face will disappear in an instant.
"This shit... is actually in my mind???"
A strange feeling came out, and Shen Xing felt uncomfortable all over.
He lowered his head and glanced at Song Xiaoyu, who was curled up on the ground. The woman's chest was rising and falling slightly, she was still breathing evenly, and her neck had strangely returned to normal. She did not die immediately after her face was locked.
Fortunately!
Shen Xing bent down and gently pushed aside the hair that had covered the back of her head. She found that the scalp under the hair was gone and it was not bloody. Instead, the entire skin on the back of her head had festered and there were white maggots crawling around.
"No wonder it stinks so much!"
This scene almost made him vomit.
However, judging from this appearance, it was probably just the flesh on his head that was festering due to the possession of the scalp ghost. Song Xiaoyu's skull was still in good condition, and there shouldn't be much danger to his life if he was rushed to the hospital for treatment.
Then Shen Xing was stunned for a moment and hurriedly reached out and touched the back of his head.
Since locking the "face", the itching sensation on the back of his head has disappeared, and he doesn't know if there is anything wrong with him.
Just as he reached out to touch the hair on the back of his head, something fell down. When he looked back at the ground, he saw that it was a small piece of dry scalp with some hair connected to it.
But looking at this appearance, these hairs are all withered and bent, like dead grass suddenly encountered in the cold winter.
In the bathroom.
Zheng Ruijun was first trapped by Song Hao's hands, making him unable to break free for a moment, and then An Lifen followed closely.
She stretched out her hands and directly grabbed Zheng Ruijun's neck, and a rotten smell swept over him, making people sick.
At the same moment, the back of Zheng Ruijun's head began to itch, but because of the danger he was currently facing, he had automatically ignored the itch.
The sleeve of his right arm flicked, and a black telescopic stick slid out.
When her right hand happened to hold the telescopic stick, An Lifen, who was holding her neck, suddenly let go of her hands, and she fell down unconscious.
At the same moment, Song Hao, who was holding his arms, also trembled in his steps, fell down with a thud, and hit his head on the toilet seat, also without any reaction.
The panting Zheng Ruijun was a little confused. He panted slightly, quickly put away the telescopic stick, stretched out his hand to hold the sink next to him, stood up straight, and looked down at the two fallen people.
Because there was only outside light coming in at the moment and he couldn't see clearly, Zheng Ruijun walked to the door and turned on the bathroom light.
Looking down, he saw that there seemed to be hair falling out on the back of An Lifen's head. He squatted down and pulled a strand of hair gently, pulling off a dry and withered face, like a facial mask that had lost its moisture. .
But the difference is that this "mask" has a lot of long black hair stuck to it.
Moreover, in the area covered by the "mask", An Lifen's own skin was already pitted and had a peculiar smell, but no maggots had been seen yet.
Zheng Ruijun observed carefully and found that both An Lifen and Song Hao, who was lying next to her, were breathing, but had fainted.
Then he felt something strange on Song Hao's cheek, as if a layer of skin had fallen off at that moment, and a dry, pale and thin face rested on the tip of his nose.
To be on the safe side, the sheriff put on a pair of black rubber gloves that he carried with him, then stretched out his hand to pinch the thin, dry face, and brought it up to his eyes to take a look.
It’s really no different from the skin shed by a big snake!
As for Song Hao's own face, because it had been covered by this fake face, although it still looked smooth, it was also red, as if he had been addicted to drinking all year round and his entire face had been burned by alcohol.
A few seconds later, Zheng Ruijun suddenly realized that there had been no movement outside the living room.
He immediately stopped studying the fallen dry skin, and quickly turned around and left the bathroom and rushed to the living room.
In the living room, Shen Xing was also standing there with a withered face, meditating.
"Don't touch it directly with your hands." Zheng Ruijun immediately reminded him after he came out, "This shed face is very weird!"
After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called Li Naijing, asking the other party to send more people to deal with the scene and call an ambulance to come together.
Shen Xing put down his face, he didn't have to worry, because this thing was peeled off from his head.
But when he found out it was Zheng Ruijun, he was stunned: "Were you... in the bathroom just now?"
"I've been in the bathroom the whole time." Zheng Ruijun nodded, obviously not wanting to continue this topic, but asked: "Are you okay?"
Shen Xing shook his head. He found that Zheng Ruijun seemed to be very careful when handling these things and always wore black rubber gloves.
"Why did you come here? Are you really delivering shampoo?" Zheng Ruijun glanced at the shampoo that had fallen to the ground.
Shen Xing did not answer, but pulled out a piece of paper on the table, reached out and touched the back of Zheng Ruijun's head, and then used the paper towel to clamp a piece of almost transparent leather. There were also a few newly grown hairs stuck to this layer of leather. .
"That's why I'm here." Shen Xing waved this layer of leather in front of Zheng Ruijun's eyes, and then pointed at the dry scalp he had just thrown on the ground.
Zheng Ruijun couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "You kid, aren't you afraid that something might happen if you come here?"
"Didn't I expect you to be here too?" Shen Xing said nonsense and shrugged, "It turned out that I almost miscalculated."
Zheng Ruijun stared at him for a moment, then took the transparent leather in Shen Xing's hand, "It's okay now. Apart from these things, did you notice any other abnormalities just now?"
Shen Xing thought about it carefully: "No, this woman wanted to attack me, but suddenly she fell to the ground, and then that's what you see now."
"You didn't do anything?" Zheng Ruijun continued to ask.
"No."
Zheng Ruijun frowned and couldn't figure out why the ending suddenly turned in his favor.
He squatted down and took a closer look at the back of Song Xiaoyu's head. The rotting flesh did not change Zheng Ruijun's expression.
While he was observing carefully, Shen Xing also came over and said, "Old Zheng, have you ever encountered anything like this in your previous cases?"
To be honest, Shen Xing has always been curious, and the current special situation may have something to do with Ye Ting's disappearance, so it would be right to take advantage of this opportunity to learn more information.
Zheng Ruijun repeated without raising his head: "Scalp ghost?"
He then chuckled: "This thing is not a ghost."
