My Healing Games

Chapter 693 An Ordinary Day for an Ordinary Person

The male student looked at the face under the umbrella. Blood dripped from the man's eye sockets onto his forehead, and the broken eyeball slid down with it.

"The man with the red umbrella... his face is under my umbrella?"

The student screamed and threw the umbrella to the ground.

The rain soaked his hair, and the sticky feeling reminded him of the sensation of blood dripping onto his hair earlier.

He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, but his fingertips felt increasingly sticky: "What's going on? Why is this rainwater red?"

The discarded umbrella was blown by the wind, and the male student looked down from under the umbrella, only to find that the face with blood flowing from all seven orifices was gone.

"Wait, where did it go?"

The panicked and uneasy male student looked around. The man with the red umbrella was standing across the street, and the monster still hadn't left!

"His face is no longer under my umbrella, why is he still following me?"

Blood trickled down his temples, the sticky feeling was extremely uncomfortable. The male student's head felt as if it were wrapped in almost solidified glue. He felt both pain and itchiness, and kept scratching his head with both hands.

The more he scratched, the itchier his scalp became, and the more blood flowed out!

"No way……"

My once clean scalp has become uneven, and it looks like a human face has grown out from under my hair.

"what!"

The male student looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and shredded hair, and ran forward like a madman.

It was raining in the sky, but the male student's vision was obscured by the crimson blood. He kept making strange noises, and more and more people like him were appearing on the street!

Despite the pain shooting through his head, the male student rushed into a small shop next door. The first floor sold stationery and snacks, while the second floor was the shop owner's residence.

"Is anyone there?! Please help me!"

The male student felt like he was going to tear his scalp apart. He couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed the scissors from the counter and put his face in front of the mirror.

Holding sharp scissors, the male student cut his blood-soaked hair, his movements becoming increasingly violent, and his expression growing more and more ferocious.

"Get out! Get off my head!"

The scissors cut his skin, and the pain and itching tormented him, driving him to the brink of madness. He roared and plunged the scissors into his own head, screaming, "Die! Die! Die!"

Hearing the male student's shouts, the shop owner came down from the second floor: "Who's there?"

Near the corner, the shop owner saw the male student crouching behind the shelf, dressed in blood-stained clothes with a pair of scissors stuck in his head.

The scene terrified the shop owner: "T-Student, your head..."

"My head? Where is my head? I can't touch it. I feel so itchy! So painful! That face is trying to burrow into my body!" The male student turned his head, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his facial features disfigured, and his eyes filled with blood.

With trembling hands reaching out to the shop owner, the male student crawled rapidly on the ground, shouting, "Can you see my head? Is there something on my head? Is there something! Take it off, dig it off with a knife!"

The shop owner backed away, took out his phone to call the police, but the line was busy. He didn't dare approach the male student: "You, you wait here! I'll go get someone for you!"

The shop owner ran towards the entrance, but before he got close, he saw a man with a red umbrella appear in front of the door.

"Something's not right with that child, could you...?"

The boss realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking; the man with the red umbrella seemed to have no face!

His legs were trembling, and the boss immediately retreated to the second floor. He didn't care about anything else and locked the second-floor door.

"What's going on today? It sounds like there are screams everywhere?" Scrolling through his phone, the boss's wallpaper was a picture of his wife, who appeared to be several months pregnant.

Feeling deeply worried, the boss quickly called his wife.

After the dial tone rang for more than ten seconds, his wife finally answered. The shop owner said anxiously, "Xiaoyun, go and lock the doors and windows right away. Something's very wrong in the city today! You're pregnant, so don't go out around!"

"Yes, I know. You should be careful too," his wife's gentle voice came through the phone.

Knowing his wife was alright, the shop owner breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll try to get back now, wait for me!"

“You’ve been working so hard at the shop.” His wife seemed to remember something: “Oh, right, I have some good news to tell you.”

"what news?"

"Didn't you always want a boy? I checked for you this morning, and it really is a boy." The wife's gentle voice turned hoarse, and her laughter sounded increasingly terrifying.

After hanging up the phone, the shop owner was completely dazed; he dared not think too much about what his wife had said.

Footsteps sounded outside, and the locked door on the second floor was suddenly slammed open, causing bright red blood to seep into the room through the crack in the door.

"I can't stay here any longer! That guy with the umbrella will come sooner or later!" The shop owner's biggest wish right now is to go home and see his pregnant wife.

He ran to the second-floor window, and when he pulled back the curtains, he saw his neighbor across the alley frantically hiding something under his body.

"It's not safe here! Get out of here!" the shop owner shouted at his neighbor, whose expression became even stranger.

"I know, I saw it."

"How did you see that?" The shop owner opened the window, preparing to figure out a way to climb down.

“Use your eyes.” The binoculars fell off the chair, and the neighbor stuck his head out of the window, his neck stretching out little by little until it reached the shop owner’s house from his window: “Too bad you locked the windows last night.”

Looking at his neighbor's face, the shop owner no longer dared to hesitate and jumped out of the second-floor window.

He heard a cracking sound as if a bone was dislocating in one of his legs, and he dragged his injured leg, limping out of the alley.

The neighbor's voice rang out behind him, and the shop owner winced in pain, but he dared not stop.

"Help! Help!"

The shop owner struggled to walk forward, just as the young couple who shared a mobile phone shop walked into the alley together.

"Sister! Xiaocheng! Come help me! This alley is haunted!"

The shop owner recognized the young couple and called out to them, but upon getting closer, he noticed something unusual about them.

The boyfriend, Xiaocheng, clung tightly to his girlfriend's waist, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

My girlfriend, A-mei, had her head slightly lowered, and her face was covered in heavy, ugly makeup.

"Hey girl, what's with your makeup?" The shop owner stopped warily. "Did someone else do your makeup?"

Seeing that the boss had already noticed, a vein bulged on Xiao Cheng's face: "I did her makeup. I didn't expect that in such a short time, her face would be covered with lividity!"

The hand hidden behind his back slowly emerged, and Xiao Cheng's laughter grew louder and louder. In his hand, he held a knife covered in shards: "It's okay, I'll do your makeup properly this time!"

Holding the knife, he lunged forward, his face contorted with madness.

The shop owner wanted to escape, but his leg injury severely hampered his escape.

His mouth was covered, and blood flowed out. He kicked and punched Xiaocheng wildly, and with his last bit of strength, he overturned a nearby trash can.

Various kinds of trash were scattered all over the ground, including a Coca-Cola bottle that fell out of the trash can, rolled out of the alley, and bumped into a sneaker.

The owner of the shoes had dyed his hair blond, was wearing headphones, and was reciting English phrases along with the voices coming from the headphones.

The blond-haired student glanced at the Coke bottle, looking puzzled. He then turned to look at the alleyway next to him.

Trash was scattered all over the ground, as if someone had been fighting there.

“I used to frequent back alleys, thinking that fighting was cool, until I met that devil.” The blond student shuddered as he recalled his past experiences. A classmate’s father used him as bait to lure out the bad guys in the lower city. He deliberately lured gang members to rob him, dressed up as a ghost to scare him, and used various means to threaten him.

"No! I must get into a top university, even if it means repeating a year for ten years, I must fulfill my promise to Fu Sheng's father! Damn it, I have to make something of myself and never go back to this city again!"

Turning up the volume on his headphones, Huang Mao focused intently on practicing his spoken foreign language. He used to have no interest in studying at all, but now, in order to get into a top university, he ignores his family's advice and studies day and night, completely obsessed.

To be honest, his family was very worried about him. To avoid hurting his self-esteem, they secretly hired a psychologist to impersonate a tutor.

"Work hard! Strive! Heaven will help those who persevere!"

After encouraging himself, Huang Mao walked forward with his head down, determined to use every spare moment to study and immerse himself completely in the ocean of knowledge.

The traffic light at the intersection changed color, and Huang Mao stopped. He was correcting his pronunciation by following the voice in his headphones, but suddenly he heard a child crying.

"Why is someone crying?" Looking around, the blond-haired man noticed that there were very few people on the street today, and it was already past seven o'clock, but it was still dark: "Did I misread the time?"

The crying grew clearer and clearer. After listening carefully for a while, Huang Mao suddenly realized that the sound was not coming from his surroundings, but from his headphones.

He quickly took off his headphones, and screams, cries, and calls for help came from all directions. Huang Mao stood frozen at the intersection.

Gradually, the child's crying that had initially only been heard in his headphones began to resonate directly in the back of his head.

The blond-haired man stiffly twisted his neck and looked at the glass window of the shop next to him. There was a deformed child lying on his back, his two little hands holding his headphones.

"I didn't carry him all the way, did I?"

The child knew it had been discovered; it released the headphones, raised its hands, and its sharp fingers stabbed directly at the blond-haired boy's ears.

Completely terrified, the blond-haired man stood frozen in place, his mind completely dominated by fear.

"careful!"

A bloody, mangled ghost face quietly appeared. The blond-haired man was pushed to the ground, and the little ghost that was clinging to his back was twisted and absorbed by a middle-aged female ghost.

Sitting on the ground, before the blond-haired man could even figure out what was going on, a woman holding a cell phone grabbed his arm: "Come with me!"

"No! You must be a ghost too! You dragged me to a deserted place and then..." Before the blond-haired man could finish speaking, he saw the middle-aged female ghost pounce on him. Terrified, he scrambled to his feet and followed the young woman, running towards a side path.

A dozen minutes later, the still-shaken blond man hid in a convenience store warehouse, with the woman who had saved him beside him.

"Thank you." The blond-haired man gasped for breath, barely daring to speak loudly. "What's going on outside? Everyone seems to have gone mad!"

“You have to get used to it. Today might be the most ordinary day of your life.” Xiao You picked up the blood-stained phone hanging around her neck, with her mother standing guard beside her. “My name is You Yi. She is my mother. Someone asked me to come and ask you something.”

"Ask me?" the blond-haired man asked, looking puzzled.

"That man claimed to be Fu Sheng's father. He wanted to ask some information about Fu Sheng. Had Fu Sheng done anything unusual in the past year?" Xiao You dialed a number and handed the phone to Huang Mao.

Looking at the blood-stained phone, Huang Mao's legs went weak. He trembled uncontrollably just from hearing the words "Fu Sheng's father." The fear that had once dominated him returned!
(End of this chapter)