Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Yi Zhonghai still felt cold, and subconsciously touched the back of his head, which was wet. He looked at it in front of his eyes.

His palms were stained with dark red blood!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Yi Zhonghai let out a terrified scream and suddenly sat up in bed. Due to the intense pain and weakness, his body rolled uncontrollably toward the edge of the bed and almost fell to the ground.

"Blood! Blood!! Old Liu! Blood!!!"

Old Liu was startled by his sudden scream and quickly looked over.

Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen, his eyes were wide open and almost popped out of their sockets, one hand was raised high and the other was gripping the edge of the bed tightly.

"Don't panic! What's there to panic about!"

Old Liu had seen his share of storms, and although he was startled, he remained calm on the surface.

He strode to the bedside and first helped Yi Zhonghai, who was about to fall off the bed. "Let me see your hand. Has the wound reopened? Or is there another major hemorrhage?"

He thought that Yi Zhonghai had moved around and aggravated the wound on his abdomen, causing bleeding.

However, just as Old Liu reached out to help Yi Zhonghai up—

"Clatter".

A dull thud was heard as an object fell.

Yi Zhonghai was still in a half-lying, half-sitting position with his hands raised in fear when he suddenly felt a weight in his arms. A round thing landed right in his arms.

He instinctively reached out with his clean hand to catch the object that had "fallen from the sky."

It feels slightly cool to the touch, with a stiff texture, and is also a bit... damp?

With a puzzled look and a sense of foreboding, Yi Zhonghai held the object up to his eyes and examined it closely by the dim light of the oil lamp.

A familiar, chubby face, its eyes wide open and filled with the fear and resentment of dying, was staring at him intently.

It's a watermelon head hairstyle with bangs!!

"Aaaaaah!!! Someone's dead!!! Get away! Get away!!"

Yi Zhonghai was terrified, letting out a terrifying scream that was completely inhuman. With all his might, he threw the watermelon head he was holding out of his arms.

(As shown in the picture, it fell off this mosquito net.)

Watermelon Head rolled around on the ground a few times before finally stopping in the center of the room, face up, its unseeing eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

"Old Liu! Die, Old Liu!! Don't come any closer! If you die, go find your enemies! Don't come looking for me! It wasn't me who killed you! Don't come looking for me!!"

Yi Zhonghai was terrified and became incoherent, waving his hands wildly in the air as if the head would jump up and bite him.

Old Liu hadn't even had time to react; everything had happened too fast.

Instinctively, he yelled at Yi Zhonghai in an annoyed tone, "Yi Zhonghai, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you cursing me to die?"

But when he followed Yi Zhonghai's horrified gaze, he saw the true nature of the "ball" rolling on the ground.

Even he, a military doctor who had seen countless severed limbs on the battlefield, couldn't help but gasp and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Liu...the head in the bangs?"

Old Liu's voice was filled with disbelief and horror as he suddenly looked up at the top of the mosquito net—it was empty, with only patches and dust.

Just now, the only bodies in this room were his, Yi Zhonghai's, Sha Zhu's, Yan Bugui's, and He Yushui's corpses.

Sha Zhu and Yan Bugui had just stepped out...

The doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no sign that anyone else had entered the room.

How did that watermelon head shape with bangs come about?

Where is the body?

Could it be... really...?

Old Liu's heart started pounding uncontrollably. He had heard Yi Zhonghai and the others talk about "evil spirits" before, and although he found it strange, he believed it to some extent.

But as a veteran military doctor who had received some education (studying abroad) and believed in science (battlefield medicine), I always harbored some doubts.

The majority of the people who believe this is because Yi Zhonghai and his group may have offended some powerful enemies, or that there is something wrong with their collective mentality.

But the sight of a head appearing out of nowhere... completely shook me!

Evil spirits were behind the crime...it's probably true.

A chill, even more bone-chilling than the one Yi Zhonghai felt, shot from the soles of Old Liu's feet straight to the top of his head.

He looked at the grotesque head in the bangs on the floor, then at Yi Zhonghai on the bed, who was so terrified he almost wet himself, and a terrible thought surfaced in his mind:

Just as Yi Zhonghai had "destroyed" the bizarre "decub" ghost fetuses, the evil spirit immediately "sent" Liu Haizhong's head as a "return gift".

This is clearly a case of keeping a close eye on Yi Zhonghai.

Is this a warning?

Or is it just teasing?

If I continue to help Yi Zhonghai, I might even have to risk sending him out of Beijing tomorrow...

Could he himself be the next one to appear in this house with a "watermelon head"?

Old Liu fell into deep fear and contemplation. Yi Zhonghai had indeed saved his life, but over the years, he had also helped Yi Zhonghai treat some minor injuries and illnesses that were not convenient to be seen in public, which could be considered as repaying a lot of favors.

Tonight, they even performed an absurd "abortion" on him, which saved his life.

A life for a life, plus the favors we've accumulated over the years... that should be enough, right?

Tomorrow, we'll send him away.

Then, they completely severed ties and never spoke to each other again.

We must not wade into these muddy waters any further!

Old Liu made a decision in his heart.

Yi Zhonghai, however, was completely unaware of Old Man Liu's plans at that moment.

He looked around the room in terror, feeling that evil spirits lurked everywhere he looked, and that a cold wind was blowing from all directions.

He knew that this was definitely the work of that evil spirit.

It's playing a cat-and-mouse game!

It is enjoying its fear and despair.

The fact that Liu Haizhong's head appears here indicates that the evil spirits are fully aware of his whereabouts.

She followed him like a shadow.

Third Master had warned them before that if they rashly left Beijing, they would surely die.

Will I have to leave Beijing tomorrow?

Am I really going to just sit here and wait to die?

Old Liu forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and his professional ethics as a former military doctor allowed him to barely maintain a semblance of composure.

He walked to the head in the bangs, and, suppressing his fear and chill, carefully examined the broken ends and condition of the head.

Then he looked up and carefully examined the top of the mosquito net and around the bed, trying to find any traces or mechanisms that had been placed there by human hands.

Got nothing.

This watermelon head looks like it really appeared out of thin air.

Call the police?

The thought flashed through Old Liu's mind, but he immediately rejected it.

In a room, there lies the body of a recently deceased woman (He Yushui), a man who has just undergone an abortion (Yi Zhonghai), and a freshly made watermelon head on the floor (Liu Haizhong)...

He himself was the only person in the house who was alright and still had some mobility.

When the police arrived, he couldn't explain himself even if he had ten mouths.

He might be arrested as a serial killer.

What should I do?

Having no other option, Old Liu subconsciously asked, "Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong's hair was parted with an axe, what do you think?"

"Old Liu..."

Old Liu pointed at the watermelon head in fear and scolded, "Don't call me Old Liu! Where is Old Liu? Just call me Old Liu. I don't want to end up like this."

Yi Zhonghai: "..."

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