blood fox

Chapter 27

I squatted by the closet and looked at Yang Hui who was hanging her head in the living room from a distance.

Because I was squatting and my body was low, when I looked up, I happened to meet Yang Hui's bloodshot eyes.

What's more, I can still see the wound on her forehead that I burned with the Jade Buddha.

Officer Ding and the others who came with me seemed to have disappeared, and the whole room seemed to be just me and Yang Hui.

And I have already met Yang Hui, since she has made up her mind to seek my life for the first seven nights, she will not let me go.

I took out the bank card in the box, stretched out my hand to break the wardrobe door and stood up, looking at Yang Hui with deep eyes: "Where is your master? Is it that black cat, or that old lady who burned paper? Where did they go to my grandma?" ?”

How Yang Hui died is no longer important.

Seeing her like this is definitely killing me.

But Yang Hui just giggled when she heard what I said.

Her neck was broken, and when she laughed, her trachea seemed to be splashing with blood, and there was a thumping sound.

There was a strange mockery on his face, and he said with a giggle: "Blood debt is paid with blood, you are coming to accompany me."

Her voice was already equivalent to that weird black cat.

"Where's my grandma?" Suddenly, I don't know where a wave of anger welled up in my heart.

I am no longer afraid of ghosts or karma.

Anyway, my life is less than seven, maybe only a few days, so what difference does it make if I die sooner or later.

He strode over, stood directly in front of Yang Hui, raised his hand and hit her head with the ox bone stick: "What do I owe you? What do you want to kill so many irrelevant people?" how is everything?"

Ox bones were used for divination and divination in ancient times.

This beef bone stick, grandma has been holding the requiem to collect the soul, no matter what, it has some incense.

When I thought about myself for so many years, I kept watching people die tragically because of me, and it was this thing that made it happen.

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart any longer, he threw the ox bone stick at Yang Hui's head.

But when the ox-bone stick hit it, the sound of the golden bell ding-dong suddenly flashed in my ears.

Following me, I seem to have returned to the night when Yang Hui's accident happened. After I entered the room, she took out the box containing the gold bracelet, took out the gold bracelet and put it on happily. talking about something.

After she put it on, she went back to the room, lying down, the whole body was like a fish that landed on the shore, jumping on the bed, but couldn't get up.

The mouth was bulging and white foam was spitting out, as if it was extremely uncomfortable.

This is fire ant poison attack!

When Yang Hui found out the poison of fire ants in the hospital, I checked the poisonous fire ants specially.

I was holding the ox bone stick, and I didn't know when I stood at the head of Yang Hui's bed.

Seeing Yang Hui's body twitching, writhing in pain on the bed.

Instinctively put down the ox bone stick and went to help her up.

Many of these convulsive foaming at the mouth are not caused by poisoning, but because the body cannot move, the vomit flows back into the trachea, and they die of suffocation.

At the beginning, I saw people "accidentally" die in front of me time and time again. When I was in college, I deliberately learned first aid, all kinds of first aid.

Because I don't know what kind of "accidental" death will happen in front of me next time.

But no matter how I reached out to lift Yang Hui's head, my arm passed through Yang Hui's head, and it was useless to support her.

I was so anxious that I yelled at Yang Hui: "Turn on your side, just turn your head to one side!"

As long as the head is tilted and the vomit flows down the corner, it will not suffocate...

No matter how I called, Yang Hui couldn't hear me.

And I heard outside again, a burst of bells ringing.

And Yang Hui's faint voice came: "I'm back, I'm back... Yun Miao, I'm back."

I will never forget this voice no matter what, just like I can't forget what the family members of those classmates said when they wanted to bite me to death.

I looked at Yang Hui who couldn't get up on the bed and was foaming at the mouth in pain, and slowly turned my head to look at the living room.

I saw another Yang Hui appeared in the living room at some point, with disheveled hair shaking the gold bracelet on his wrist, followed by himself that night and walked out cautiously holding the Jade Buddha.

The two Yang Hui were actually there on the night of the accident.

I looked back at Yang Hui on the bed again...

She has the habit of getting up at night, so she sleeps at night without closing the door.

Now she was lying on the bed in pain, foaming at the mouth, struggling silently and painfully, her eyes staring fixedly at "I" in the living room, pinching the Jade Buddha, pinching "Yang Hui", and hurriedly calling the ambulance .

I still remember that at that time, I was very afraid that Yang Hui would die like this. After making a phone call, I was afraid that Yang Hui would not be able to hold on, so I carried her downstairs first.

From the beginning to the end, I never took another look at Yang Hui's room...

So now Yang Hui, who was lying on the bed and struggling in pain, just looked at me helplessly, carried the fainted Yang Hui on her back, and hurried out the door.

And she was struggling painfully on the bed...

The white foam spit out slowly blocked her mouth and nose, and there seemed to be the sound of an ambulance coming from downstairs...

I know this is just Yang Hui's cycle before she dies, no matter how hard I try, I can't help her.

Just like I used to watch those people die unexpectedly in front of me again and again. From screaming instinctively, I couldn’t even scream at the end. I always force myself to calm down immediately after the incident. down.

call the ambulance, call the police...

He even tried his best to save them.

But it's useless, and they always end up dying like that in front of me.

Every time after an accident, the police interrogation, the family members questioning me like crazy, and the eyes of the people around me looking at the catastrophe...

Every time my grandma tells me it's not my fault and I can't be blamed...

But how can you not blame me.

Once was an accidental coincidence, twice, three times...

It happens every time, how come it's not my fault?

I also thought about committing suicide, but I can't bear my grandma, what will she do if I die?
She has no children, and she gave people a mourning hall, tens of dollars, a few liters of rice, a chicken, and a few cakes. Little by little, it took so much thought and emotion to raise me up.

If I die too, she will be one of those family members who are madly in pain and rushing towards me.

I looked at Yang Hui who was struggling in pain on the bed, panted lightly, and slowly reached out to pick up the cow bone stick that had been put down.

Yang Hui on the bed slowly stopped moving, but her eyes were still wide open looking at the living room outside the door.

There is still there, the white paper bag with "Yun Miao" written on it.

In her dilated pupils, the last reflection is always my name.

"Look, you killed me. I wore that bracelet because it was written for you. You could have saved me, and it was because of you that I was tortured after I died." Yang Hui's faint voice, in the Came from behind me.

"Don't blame me." I held the ox bone stick, just like my grandma used to, to cheer myself up.

With a fierce backhand, he swung a ox bone stick at Yang Hui behind him.

Roaring: "You killed them! It's you!"

(End of this chapter)