"Doctor, doctor." Fu Bao shouted while ringing the call bell. Not long after, the general practitioner arrived and asked with a shining smile: "Fu Bao, what's the matter?"
"I need realgar." Fu Bao said. Last time, he asked the little white cat to steal the realgar. Now that he and the little white cat are not on the same front, he can only ask others for help.
"Why?" The general practitioner looked strange.
"Because..." Fu Bao was speechless. Do you want to tell him such a ridiculous thing as having a piece of dead flesh and blood in his stomach?
"Fu Bao, I know something strange happened to you. It doesn't matter. Tell me everything. I can understand you." The general practitioner rarely comforted Fu Bao with a gentle tone. He looked at the general practitioner, wondering whether he should trust him. After a long while, he said slowly: "If I tell you, you will think that I am crazy."
"Actually, I have treated you as a mental patient. Don't you know that you live on the seventh floor? This is a place where dangerous patients and murderers live."
The general practitioner doesn’t know whether he is trying to comfort people or want to make them angry.
Are you irritating me?
Fu Bao thought.
However, although the general practitioner was bad, he was indeed right. Since everyone already regarded him as a lunatic, it didn’t matter if they didn’t believe what he said. The worst was like this. After receiving his father’s urn, he He has experienced too many bizarre events, and even he is not sure whether he is conscious or not, and whether he has really experienced all of these experiences.
Having said that, even if he doesn't get support, he can at least feel better... So Fu Bao started to tell his story.
"One day when I was sleeping, someone knocked on the door. It was a courier who delivered my father's ashes. From that moment on, I didn't know if I was crazy..."
The general practitioner listened carefully without interrupting. Fu Bao talked for an hour before he finished telling all this. The general practitioner held his chin and began to think, and it took a long time before he spoke——
"From a medical perspective, I think you are crazy. Symptoms include paranoia, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, which are typical behavioral imbalances caused by excessive stimulation."
Fu Bao listened calmly. He told it just to make his heart feel better. These things were driving him crazy. He also expected the doctor's reaction.
"But, I do believe what you said." The general practitioner changed his tone. Yeah? Fu Bao was very suspicious.
"The cause of the wound on your body is indeed explained by your story, but medicine always depends on evidence. If you can make that cat transform in front of me, or let the beautiful mother change her face, or in front of me If you summon the devil hidden in this doll, I will definitely believe it,” he said with a smile.
"If you see them, I'm afraid you won't survive tomorrow morning." Fu Bao looked out the window at the deep night and snorted coldly.
"It doesn't matter. I'm very curious by nature and like all kinds of novel events. If I can really see the legendary ghost, it doesn't matter if I die." The general practitioner said calmly.
"Bring me the realgar, and I'll show you something fun." Fu Bao mainly wanted to get the realgar, and he didn't intend to involve the doctor.
"It's a deal." The general practitioner's tone was full of excitement.
Soon, the general practitioner helped Fu Bao find realgar. When he heard the running sound of the general practitioner in the corridor on the seventh floor, Fu Bao felt chills all over because he felt the arrival of the other two guys.
On the window sill outside the ward, the little white cat was standing there, with a pair of strange-colored cat eyes, staring at Fu Bao angrily. To be precise, it was staring at the black doll in Fu Bao's hand. Fu Bao's limbs began to stiffen. He felt the passionate love burning in his belly, it was the ghost of the little girl calling for her mother.
Hurry up...Fu Bao urged the general doctor in his heart. He saw the little white cat on the window sill wandering around, seemingly looking for an entrance, while the ghost of the little girl was boiling.
The ward door was finally opened, and the general practitioner stood panting at the door, holding a piece of realgar in his hand with a smile on his face, "I brought it..."
"Be careful!" Fu Bao screamed, but it was too late. The general practitioner was shocked. He lowered his head blankly and looked at the knife tip protruding from his chest. He turned his head slightly and saw a picture full of holes and white spots. The scary face of maggots.
"You...as expected..." The general practitioner showed an expression of disbelief.
"Ahhhhh!" Fu Bao's adrenaline surged, and he rushed over without hesitation. He grabbed the folding chair next to the hospital bed and threw it at the beautiful mother, knocking her back a few steps, and then pulled the doctor away. Enter the room, close the door firmly, and lock it.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The people outside knocked on the door hard. Fu Bao pressed his back against the door, believing that the other party would not be able to break through the iron door used to lock up mental patients in a short time. At the same time, he looked at the doctor nervously, "Doctor, are you okay? Bar?!"
"One knife pierces the heart. If you don't enter the operating room within three minutes, you will be dead." The general practitioner covered his chest with blood staining his clothes. He explained in a very professional spirit and coughed a few times, "Basically No hope."
"Ah? Hey, don't be so calm, okay!" Fu Bao said loudly. He should take the doctor to the emergency room immediately, but once he goes out, he will be dead! What should I do? !
"Ha, I didn't expect to die at the hands of a witch. It's really bizarre..." The general practitioner continued to smile, but the angle of his raised lips became smaller and smaller.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't die, hold on!" Fu Bao slapped the general practitioner several times, making the general practitioner frown and his face swelled. He immediately apologized, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I'm going to die anyway..." the general practitioner said with an indifferent expression, "What good thing did you just say you wanted to show me? Let me take a look, I'm going to die..."
Even now, I’m still curious!
Fu Bao could not understand the brain structure of general practitioners.
He then thought that the beautiful mother was outside and must be casting a spell. Although he had a black doll by his side to resist it, the stiffness in his body became more and more obvious. Once controlled, the situation would be out of control.
So Fu Bao hurriedly swallowed the realgar brought by the general practitioner. Then, just like the father and the little boy next door, his whole body stiffened first, and then his whole body began to convulse. A voice screamed in his stomach, as if he couldn't stand the taste of realgar. , this thing kept escaping from the stomach to the esophagus and throat... and finally burst out of the mouth.
It was a piece of black, squirming flesh. When the general practitioner saw this scene, his distracted eyes shone brightly, "What is this? It's such a strange thing... I really want to test its ingredients..."
The general practitioner's murmur became lower and lower, and finally disappeared. He closed his eyes slightly, his expression deathly like a child's curiosity.
The feeling of weakness in Fu Bao's body lasted for several minutes before it eased. It felt like he was being ripped apart by cramps, but he also felt completely relaxed. The oppressive feeling he had always felt whenever his beautiful mother was around finally disappeared. Although the door was still being banged, Fu Bao no longer had much fear.
Immediately, Fu Bao noticed that the general practitioner had lost his breath and couldn't help but sigh.
The reality did not make Fu Bao sad for too long. He noticed that something seemed... a little wrong.
I don’t know when the knocking on the door stopped, and the little white cat outside the window also disappeared, but the weird oppressive low air pressure always stayed in the ward, as if there was another person?
"Mom..." The sudden cry made Fu Bao tremble all over and almost jump.
"Mom!" said again.
The air suddenly fluctuated violently, hitting Fu Bao like a train. He hurriedly hugged his head and face, and his whole body was knocked away, and then he was pressed against the wall, stuck there like a mural.
Fu Bao's mind was buzzing, and he opened his mouth wide to speak but no sound came out. His lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. Because his neck was stuck, he was severely hypoxic, but even so, he could probably guess Come on, what happened.
The pieces of flesh that were in his body were vomited out, and as a result, the ghost of the little girl was also freed.
If a ghost who dies unjustly has deep resentment and can cause a bloody storm, then what kind of ferocious ghost will a little girl who was killed by her mother personally and whose soul was controlled after her death turn out to be?
Fu Bao saw this, but he would rather never see it.
