Artifact Report

Chapter 12 Mai Minghe: Funny Ghost Movie

At the moment when the sky and the earth tilted, Mai Minghe only remembered two feelings.

The first feeling was so clear and strong that it drove away all her ability to think and caused a distorted illusion to appear before her eyes. She didn't know why but she remembered that she had seen a big tree in the suburbs when she went on a picnic more than 40 years ago.

It was the ugliest tree she had ever seen in her life: whether it was a fungal or viral infection, the entire trunk was covered with knotty and twisted tumors, one stacked on top of the other, with galls and warts running horizontally. At first glance, it hardly looked like a tree, but more like a large piece of brown, twisted, hard flesh with a hyperplastic and diseased growth.

In cold sweat, trembling and pain, she looked down and saw the tree from more than 40 years ago at the place where her right calf should have been. She didn't even notice when her head hit the ground.

The patient's slender fingers were wrapped around the calf one by one.

The second feeling, actually not a feeling, was a muffled sound she heard; it sounded like the sound of something heavy hitting something not far from her.

When she first heard it, Mai Minghe was so overwhelmed by the pain that she had no idea what the sound was. But she didn't know whether it was the slippery floor under her palm or the corner of her eye that turned into a flash of lightning that suddenly pierced through her fuzzy consciousness and made her mind light up.

……I see.

Because the slender patient deliberately tortured her, she had done almost nothing since then and had been bending over and vomiting desperately in the circle of round heads; but no one in the ward expected that this torture would bring another unexpected consequence.

That is, at this moment, the tile floor of the ward was covered with large patches of vomit and gastric juice.

In the "Eagle Catches Chicken" game just now, a total of five or six pairs of feet stepped on this layer of sticky dirt back and forth, smearing it everywhere - that is to say, anything that walks on two feet, at this moment, is at risk of accidentally slipping and falling, and losing its front teeth.

No matter how weird the tentacles are, they still walk upright on two legs. A dog has to eat shit, right?
When Mai Minghe thought of this, she suddenly felt strength coming out of her body which seemed to be covered with warts. When the shadow of the slender sick person came over her, she twisted her body hard and saw.

Not far away, a round-headed man had just fallen to the ground and was trying to stand up with his feet slipping.

At that moment, if Mai Minghe could laugh, he would definitely laugh out loud - let you run?

No matter how bizarre the surface is, it cannot escape the logic of its internal operation; it seems that the basic laws of physics are also applicable to the strange things in the nest.

At that moment, Mai Minghe forgot the existence of the slender patient, leaped forward, stretched out his arms, and grabbed the ankle of the round-headed man.

At the same time, the slender patient's hand touched her lower abdomen again.

Even if she lost consciousness, it would not be surprising at all; what was surprising was that she did not faint.

The slender shadow of the sick man floated high above the Mai Ming River. She still did not dare to look at its face. Her eyes were only fixed on the ankle held by her left hand, and she was betting her life on it.

In the pain that made her consciousness blur, in the emptiness and fear that increased little by little when the "snake belt" was peeled off her body, Mai Minghe still held the round-headed man's ankle tightly, not loosening her grip at all - a groan of pain that did not belong to her trembled and sounded from the room.

"Tell it to go away..." She said incoherently and panted: "Otherwise, I will never..."

It doesn’t matter if you can’t finish what you want to say, as it won’t prevent the residents at the door from understanding.

After a few seconds, a round head in the distance really spoke up: "Let her let go!"

The slender patient seemed to be deaf to all this and was still peeling off the "snake belt" bit by bit. His movements were very careful, even gentle - but no matter how gentle his movements were, the pain it aroused still made people's vision blur.

"hurry up,"

All the round heads urged in unison, striding towards the slender patient in unison. "We can't lose the mature flesh tentacle. Let her let go, otherwise—"

"I understand," the slender patient was indeed afraid of round heads. Seeing them coming up together, he finally let go of the hand that was holding Mai Minghe's calf - in his other hand, he was holding the "snake belt" and was definitely reluctant to let go of the false image.

As soon as he let go, the calf gradually became full of blood and turned from a tumorous tree into a flesh and blood limb.

Unfortunately, this did not help.

Mai Minghe watched as a long, pale hand appeared in mid-air, with fingers with countless joints stretched out, waving towards her arm. Not to mention how painful it would be after being hit, she didn't think she could withstand the force of the hand and not have her hand swept away.

If you sweep it away, won’t all your efforts be in vain?

Before it touched his hand, Mai Minghe pushed off the ground, twisted his body with difficulty, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the round-headed creature's ankle - if one hand couldn't grab it, could two hands do it?

She knew this was probably naive. She knew she was in a predicament that ordinary people could hardly handle.

The world seemed to be a wheel, rolling over and over again, just to make you bow your head, to comfort yourself, to swallow your resentment. She didn't know how she had survived like this for eighty-six years. The days that seemed so long, so unbearable, had passed in a flash.

If she had fought once more from time to time, resisted a little longer, perhaps today she wouldn't be filled with regrets that she dared not think about.

Compared with all the troubles and tribulations created by people in this world, these strange things can be described as simple, clear, and directly cute.

It was just another hand, she could do it.

It can definitely be done——

Before he could finish his thought, Mai Minghe's mind went dark for a moment and he knew nothing.

When she saw the scenery clearly again, she found herself lying on her side, her hands empty and limp on the ground.

The round-headed man had already gotten up and moved away; the slender patient was just peeling off a section of the "snake belt" from her back, and it was only one turn away from completely leaving her.

...failed?

I couldn't even grab the round head with both hands.

Mai Minghe lay on the floor, stained with her own gastric juices. Her body, as if preparing for the impending return of eighty-six, felt weak and heavy. The slender patient extended two fingers, long enough to pierce a person through, and turned Mai Minghe, who resembled a piece of dead flesh, over, laying her flat on her back while he continued to peel off the last section of the "snake belt."

After being flipped over by it, Mai Minghe's right hand also fell softly on his chest.

……Um?

The fingertips were wet, and I didn't know if it was blood or dirty liquid; there was especially a thick layer of it between the nails, which was very uncomfortable.

and many more.

……Blood?

Mai Minghe was so excited by the thought that arose in her mind that her whole body trembled; as if driven by the instinct of survival, she scratched the slender patient's hand without thinking.

It was obvious that he would feel unbearable pain if he came into contact with the slender patient; so the slender patient probably never expected that Mai Minghe would actually take the initiative to touch him - but there was something he didn't expect even more.

The moment Mai Minghe's nails touched the slender patient, it suddenly exploded into a large floating and churning shadow.

It seemed as if being touched by her was an extremely intense pain, so painful that the slender patient threw away the illusion, and his long body writhed and trembled, like a gray, frightened mist rising in the dark air.

……really.

Mai Minghe did not dare to delay and immediately climbed up by supporting herself on the ground. The "snake belt" seemed to have life and immediately coiled around her body again and again.

As soon as she stood up straight, she quickly stretched out her hand and vigorously threw all the liquid on her fingertips at the slender patient. As she did so, she thought for a moment and couldn't help laughing while panting. The laughter was like broken glass, intermittent, hard and bright.

It wasn't that she had a weird personality, she could still laugh in this situation because the scene was really funny: in the room, there was a tall, thin shadow with its head pressed against the ceiling, twisting, rolling, and dancing; next to it stood a woman, facing it, one of her hands shaking like she was having a stroke, as if both a human and a ghost had stepped on a high-voltage wire.

Anyone who has seen it will agree that even if it is a ghost movie by accident, it is still a funny ghost movie.

"What's going on?" the red-haired man asked blankly from the other end of the ward. "Did it take the wrong medicine? Did you take the wrong medicine too?"

He was standing next to a bed, pushing it towards the door. When he saw the slender patient, he stopped for a moment.

As soon as Mai Minghe saw him, he immediately understood what he was going to do and shouted, "Wait, take me with you!"

In the blink of an eye, she had already bypassed the slender patient and strode towards the bed. Before the red-haired man could react, she jumped up and rolled onto the bed, shouting anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up, it won't die yet!"

The red-haired man looked like he wanted to curse, but seemed to know he didn't have time to do so.

"You're a hitchhiker—"

He gritted his teeth and complained half-heartedly, pushing the bed and running with big strides; just when he was about to reach the door, the red-haired man supported himself on the railing, kicked off his feet, and jumped onto the bed - following the inertia, the bed "rolled" out of the door, carrying the two people on the bed with it, and rushed into the corridor.

"Don't touch the ground," the red-haired man shouted, kicking the wall and sending the bed sliding further down the corridor. "The resident is underground!"

"It really is underground?" Mai Minghe clung to the hospital bed tightly and said, "Before I told you not to go out, I saw what looked like many thin lines drawn on the floor tiles between the round heads. I thought something was strange at the time. Fortunately, it wasn't invisibility."

"There's no such thing as invisibility!"

As the bed passed by, the floor tiles at the door seemed to sense something, and suddenly strands of blood appeared, as if an eyeball had grown countless red bloodshot veins in anxiety and anger; but both of them were sitting on the bed, not touching the ground, and the "eyeball" could only watch them and the bed go away in the corridor.

"That tall and thin guy suddenly went crazy, what happened?" The red-haired man asked as he pushed the wall forward.

The explanation is actually simple: when Mai Minghe tried to grab Yuantoutou just now, although he didn't catch it, his right hand cut the skin on the other's ankle.

Before she fell into the nest, she was an old lady who was often bedridden. She had not cut her fingernails for a long time and never polished her nails into round shapes. The one she grabbed with all her might scratched her skin deeply, leaving it stained with a layer of round head blood.

"... Isn't a round head a nemesis of it?"

Mai Minghe also helped by kicking the wall; the bed moved in a Z shape in the corridor, and every time it moved forward, it would hit the wall on one side, shocking the person who was speaking and making him stutter.

"So, the stuff in Roundhead's body must be able to defeat it, right? So I smeared that little bit of blood on its hand. I didn't expect it to have such a great effect."

The red-haired man couldn't help but smile, "Is this really your first time in a lair? Well done."

"Will they catch up with us again?" asked Mai Minghe.

"It's very likely." The red-haired man glanced back at the corridor, which was still empty. "Get ready. We'll slide a little further, and then we'll have to jump out of bed and run."

As they were talking, a hospital bed carrying two people slid past the window of a room.

Mai Minghe saw his own reflection flash by in the glass: messy hair, pale face, and half of his face was stained with dirt...

But she had a smile on her face and was in her prime.

　I have to leave for the airport at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning to catch a flight, and then I have another flight the next day. It's so tiring. Seeing that the last bit of my saved draft is almost finished, I feel like a wealthy landlord's prodigal son: my ancestors left me thousands of taels of silver and tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, and I've spent it all on it. I can't even make ends meet!
　　Before I board the plane, let me express my sincere gratitude to the following new mothers:
　　Thank you for feeding me McDonald's (you even thought of how to use it for me), your support will definitely turn into my fat, accompanying me, maybe for the rest of my life...

　　Thank you Tiejia Baitang for the several cups of coffee (you're back to read the new book! Coffee is the only thing in the world that keeps me from turning into a zombie). If you smell coffee in the chapters in the future, it's partly your support.
　　Thank you for the minoxidil reward from Weiba'er. Why? After seeing your ID, I have the illusion of being like Monkey King. Can a reader who enthusiastically supports me appear by plucking my hair and exhaling? This is too cost-effective. I want to grow hair.

　　I also want to thank Vitang for feeding me desserts (I don’t pursue much in this life), and thank Kankan Sherlock, Meeme’s little soap, and Tornado Fat Pill who used rewards as sign-ins, and everyone else for their encouragement. See you after we land.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)