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Text Chapter 194. [Case 22] Metal Sheet

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    I didn't dare to get too close because I was afraid that my experience would be the same as Hu Zongren's. Although I could break free, it was not my style to give myself a fright for no reason.  And I didn¡¯t dare to put my cell phone light or desk lamp close to Uncle Liang¡¯s mouth to check, because I was really afraid that while I was looking at him, the old guy would suddenly open his eyes or reach out, which would be ridiculous.  Fortunately, there is something called Hu Zongren in this world, so I took two steps back and said to Hu Zongren, please gently open the curtain over there. Don't open it all at once. Slowly lift up a corner and let the curtains open.  As long as I can see it.  So Hu Zongren touched the window next to the door, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the curtains, and found that they could be raised smoothly, so he nodded at me.  I walked up to Uncle Liang again and raised my hand to Hu Zongren a few times. Hu Zongren began to slowly roll up one leg of the curtain.  Hu Zongren rolled the roll very slowly, but the light that came in made the room a lot brighter, but it was still not enough for me to see clearly. I only saw that there seemed to be a metal roll on Uncle Liang's tongue.  It's still something sequined, but you can clearly tell from the color that it's not part of Uncle Liang's mouth.  So I turned my head and indicated with my eyes that Hu Zongren could pull it up a little further. After Hu Zongren complied, I turned my head again to observe, and then I discovered that in Uncle Liang's mouth, his tongue was curled up on a metal sheet with many sharp corners.  As for the texture, I really couldn¡¯t tell, so I wanted to get closer and have a closer look. This move was very dangerous, because not only was I exposing my most vulnerable head to Uncle Liang at close range, I also had to endure it.  He had bad breath from breathing through his mouth.  That metal sheet is like many sharp-edged olive shapes, with one corner as the center and spreading towards both ends. Judging from the shape alone, I really can't tell what it is, but there are subtle patterns on it, like this  Patterns must be made with exquisite craftsmanship before they can appear, and Uncle Liang is an adult. He probably eats more salt in his life than we eat rice. Even a stupid young man like me would have nothing to do with putting a metal piece in his mouth.  , he naturally doesn¡¯t know how to, so I initially judged that this metal sheet is probably the key to the whole thing this time, and it was not Uncle Liang who put it in his mouth, so it is almost certain that Uncle Liang was not provoked this time.  Something that shouldn't be messed with caused him to be haunted by ghosts. This was clearly someone who deliberately put it in his mouth to make him become like this.  Just when I was still thinking, Uncle Liang's eyes suddenly opened, and at an extremely fast speed, he stretched out two hands from the quilt. One grabbed my wrist that was supporting the edge of the bed, and the other  He grabbed my clothes tightly.  Because I wore thick clothes, although I didn't feel any pain in my body, the tight feeling still made me very scared. The most terrifying thing is that Uncle Liang has been like this since we entered the house.  , but happened to open his eyes at this moment. To be precise, he didn't open his eyes, but widened his eyes. However, his head did not turn towards me. He just shifted his eyes and stared at them.  I read.  It looked like a sleeping beast suddenly saw a fat white rabbit passing by.  I shouted loudly, Hu Zongren!  Come and give me a hand!  Hu Zongren immediately rushed behind me and started to hold my waist and pull me back. I also put one foot on the edge of the bed and struggled towards the back. It stands to reason that Uncle Liang, even if I give him a rough calculation, his weight  It only weighs about a hundred pounds. With the strength of Hu Zongren and I, I am afraid that even two people of Uncle Liang's weight can easily pull it away, but Uncle Liang's body seems to be stuck to the bed board.  , motionless.  Even when Hu Zongren pulled me, he began to mechanically and slowly turn his head to my side. The strange thing was that his eyes were still the same as before, twisting with the twisting of his head, that is to say  When Uncle Liang's head was facing me, his eyes were looking at his pillow.  And when his head settled down, his eyes quickly turned to look at me.  I have experienced countless ghost things in my life, no matter how absurd or bizarre they are, I have seen them all.  Even if I haven't seen it, I have at least heard of it.  The descriptions of ghosts by various masters in the room are slightly different, but this does not affect my understanding of ghosts as a unique thing.  But Uncle Liang is not a ghost, because he is breathing, and when he opened his eyes, I found that his pupils were not dilated, which means that Uncle Liang is a living person at this moment, but for some special reason, he  It became what it is now.  We pulled hard, but we couldn't move it.  As my colleague swayed, the light coming from behind me through the window where Hu Zongren had lifted a corner of the curtain crossed my body and shone brightly on Uncle Liang's sleeping body.  After all, I am struggling. In the process of this struggle, there are occasionally a fewThe rays shone on Uncle Liang's face, and I noticed that when Uncle Liang saw the light, his eyes became slightly faint, and because of his frown, I felt that he had a particularly painful expression.  Is he afraid of light?  No wonder it's broad daylight but she wants to make this room look like it's at night.  So I said loudly to Hu Zongren, please leave me alone!  Go and pull down the entire curtain on the window!  quick!  After Hu Zongren heard my shout, he immediately retreated to the window and used brute force to pull down the entire curtain on the window. Because he used too much force, he even removed the small blinds on the top of the window that were used to fix the curtains.  The buttons were pulled off, and for a moment, the room became bright. After getting used to the darkness, the sudden light even made Hu Zongren and I feel a little uncomfortable. But at this moment, I could clearly see that Uncle Liang was in great pain.  He closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth wide with all his strength, and the veins on his neck popped out, and he began to make a low sound, similar to the roar of an injured beast, but he still held on to me tightly.  So I shouted to Hu Zongren again, Hu Zongren!  Open that door too!  Hu Zongren immediately started to open the door. It was probably because the door had been closed for a long time, or it was a little stuck due to thermal expansion and contraction, so it took some effort for Hu Zongren to open it.  When the door opened, the light was actually just a little brighter than before. At this time, Uncle Liang's terrifying roar became louder and louder. His neck, which had been very mechanical at first, began to struggle and twist from side to side, looking extremely painful.  , I took advantage of this moment to once again try to break away from his grasp on me, but after trying my best several times, I found that he still had a firm grip on me.  But what happened next was a scene I had never imagined in all my years of working in this industry.  Even looking back now, I still feel creepy. What scares me is not actually the ferocious and roaring Uncle Liang in front of me, but his next move.  We all know that this person only has two hands and two feet. The reason why people are different from animals is that people know how to walk upright and work with their hands. At this moment, the hands and feet are in a cooperative relationship, one is the driver, and the other is the driver.  One is a technician.  We don¡¯t know how to play football with our hands, and we don¡¯t know how to shoot with our feet, so when I was caught by Uncle Liang, I once thought in my mind that there is nothing in Uncle Liang¡¯s body that can attack me.  There were three, and one was his head. If he had practiced Iron Tou Kung Fu like me, I think he would have head-butted me.  However, I am not a vegetarian. At this distance and when I am on guard, if he wants to headbutt me, he has to at least sit up first, so I can easily guard against him.  Another place where he can attack me is his feet. However, because my body movement is limited, if he wants to kick me, I can only hold it hard. Fortunately, from the perspective of where I stand, Uncle Liang  At most, it can only kick my butt, which happens to be the most fleshy part of my body. I was beaten a lot when I was a child, so just kick me. Anyway, the purpose of that pile of flesh is just to distinguish my positive and negative sides.  That¡¯s all.  But what I never expected was that just as Hu Zongren opened the door and the light became even more dazzling, the quilt that Uncle Liang was originally covering was suddenly pushed up by something, and then a pair of hands fell from the cup.  The edge stretched out and directly covered Uncle Liang's eyes, as if blocking the light.  I took a closer look at the pair of hands that suddenly appeared, and I was not prepared at all. They were wearing vermilion plaid pajamas, and the pajamas had the same pattern as Uncle Liang's collar.  So I took a closer look and discovered that the hands covering Uncle Liang's eyes were clearly his own!  He was old, dark, and full of wrinkles. Because of his thinness, the blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible. I even saw some dirt left between his nails because he had not cleaned them for a long time.  Since his hands were covering his glasses, where did the hands that grabbed me come from?  Suddenly I thought of this. In this winter environment, a dense cold sweat broke out on my back from my tailbone to the back of my head, along the direction of my spine. Along with the stimulation of this cold sweat, I got goosebumps all over again.  , after all, I am also a rooster, so it seems much more justified.  I quickly lowered my head and looked at the hands that grabbed me. The last time I looked at these hands, the light was still dim, so I couldn't tell clearly, and I didn't even notice which direction the hands were extending from.  But looking at it now, it is unforgettable for me.  This is a pair of hands that have been turning blue for a long time after death. The joints of the wrists have bulged out like a ping pong ball because they were too thin. The fingers are a little sharp and the nails are much whiter than the skin. The back of one of the hands is along the direction of the wrist.  About one-third of the forearm, there is a lotus-shaped tattoo.  It was then that I realized that the thin metal piece in Uncle Liang¡¯s mouth was actually in the shape of a lotus, exactly the same as the lotus on this hand.    [This chapter has benefits, please use a mobile phone to read it on a computer]
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