Chapter 273 Hands
At the same time, in another direction in the hospital.
This is a commercial and residential building.
There was a ticking sound of the faucet not being closed, and a twitching sound of the old exhaust fan... This is a men's bathroom. Sun Shiliang was playing with his cell phone with relish while enjoying himself.
Sun Shiliang is an employee of a company in the building.
However, Sun Shiliang is a lazy person. He always runs into the toilet during work hours and squats for half an hour, and at least four or five trips a day.
When he works eight hours a day, he has almost two or three hours in the toilet or on the way to the toilet.
This kind of person lives too self-centered, has ordinary relationships with colleagues, and is definitely not liked by supervisors, so he should have been fired by senior officials long ago.
But Sun Shiliang has been making excuses to say that his intestinal digestion is not good. In fact, his intestinal digestion is healthier than normal people. The company's senior management cannot find a suitable reason to fire employees because there is a kind of labor law in this world.
Sun Shiliang hummed a little yellow tune and played with his mobile phone. He was even a little satisfied with his current job. After smoking a cigarette, he watched the young lady live broadcast. So you can never imagine what the person watching the live broadcast on the other side was doing. Sun Shiliang was ready to get up.
He subconsciously touched the web behind him, but after a blank look, Sun Shiliang felt strange and turned his head in confusion, but when he saw it, he was terrified.
The web behind him disappeared, and it turned into a human hand stretched out from the wall where the web was located. It was seen that the hand was like him, as if it was also like him, turning around and touching something behind him, but it couldn't touch it.
Just as Sun Shiliang was stunned, the human hand stretched out from the wall had already grasped Sun Shiliang's hand, which felt warm, and the rough texture of the palm of his hand and the skin pattern was as good as the hand of a living person.
"Ghost!" Sun Shiliang was frightened and fell to the ground in panic and incontinent.
"Help! Help!"
Sun Shiliang didn't even pull up his pants, and sat on the ground and kept patting the partition door, crying and screaming, his eyes full of fear and despair.
And the hand that looked like a living person seemed to be frightened and retracted back to the wall. The wall had returned to normal, and the web appeared again in the disappearing web.
Soon, a colleague who heard the news ran into the men's bathroom to save people.
When the person outside kicked open the partition door, Sun Shiliang cried and screamed: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts in the toilet. Someone's hand just now stretched out from the wall behind me!"
The colleagues subconsciously avoided Sun Shiliang, who was covered in filthy and stinky clothes, and looked at Sun Shiliang's fingers, but saw nothing. It was a very normal wall, without any abnormality.
Sun Shiliang also discovered a scene in front of him, but not only did he not relax, but his face turned paler by this strange scene.
"I didn't lie to you, please listen to my explanation. I really saw a hand sticking out of the wall just now!"
"I'm really hell!"
Sun Shiliang, who spoke incoherently and covered in yellow and dirty things, was crazy and as crazy as a mentally ill person. The more he tried his best to explain, the further his colleagues were away from him.
Everyone regards Sun Shiliang as having a hidden history of mental illness.
On the next day, Sun Shiliang went to work in the company.
...
Just as Sun Shiliang grabbed a hand from the wall, similar strange things happened in another place.
This is a rental apartment.
There was the sound of water, the sound of footsteps, and the sound of glass falling... Zhang Rongrong looked at the hot water cup that was accidentally broken on the ground by herself and muttered unlucky.
But she didn't have time to clean, so she handed over the shift with her colleagues, and the evening shift time was almost here.
Zhang Rongrong is a cashier. Today is her on the evening shift. Obviously, she has overslept and is rushing to clean up.
Zhang Rongrong is only in her early twenties, so she cares about her appearance very much and has to put on makeup carefully before going out. Zhang Rongrong, who overslept, has no time to clean the glass residue on the floor, and can only wait after get off work to clean it, because she has already rushed into the makeup mirror in the bathroom and ready to put on makeup.
Moisturizer, foundation, concealer, eye makeup, lip makeup... Zhang Rongrong is skillful in movement, and finally wears contact lenses.
Zhang Rongrong carefully took out the contact lens from the box, and gently pressed the contact lenses on the contact lenses on the fingertips. Zhang Rongrong quickly put her left eye on her left eye and was about to wear her right eye when she saw that the contact lenses were about to be attached to her eyeball, suddenly!
The fingertips of the contact lenses, the contact lenses and fingers were inserted into the eyeball without any obstacles, as if they were stretched into the dark lake under the water. Ah, Zhang Rongrong subconsciously screamed, and her fingers and contact lenses had been pulled out of her right eye again.
"I...I..."
Zhang Rongrong looked at herself in the mirror, her heartbeats very quickly, like a drumming, and her face still had fear and whiteness after being scared.
She thought it was because she had hallucinated or misread it, so she bit the bullet and had the courage to touch her eyes carefully again in the face of the makeup mirror. As a result, this time it was normal. When the fingertips touched the eyes, it would hurt and stimulate tears.
In order to make sure again and again, she touched other parts, which was normal.
Was it an illusion just now?
Is it the hallucination that I often stayed up late to work late recently that caused my mental weakness and caused me to feel sick?
Or is it a nightmare,
I haven't woken up from my nightmare?
This nightmare is too real and scary. Zhang Rongrong would rather believe it is a nightmare because the nightmare will eventually wake up.
Crack, Crack, suddenly, without any warning, the makeup mirror in front of me began to crack inch-like cracks like spider webs, as if they were cut by some sharp weapon. At this moment, a woman's face appeared in the broken mirror.
The woman's face was facing the makeup mirror, putting on makeup seriously, and wearing beauty contacts... The woman's face was Zhang Rongrong! It was a replay of the scene of Zhang Rongrong wearing makeup a few minutes ago!
The scene a few minutes ago appeared strangely in the broken mirror a few minutes later. All this... is like the chaos of time and space, and the order of time has been disrupted.
"ah!"
With a high decibel scream, Zhang Rongrong ran out of the bathroom. As soon as she ran out of the door, Zhang Rongrong's body suddenly stepped on air and fell below the floor below her waist. Just as her fingertips were stretched into her eyes before, her body seemed to fall under the lake, and her body was swallowed by the floor.
Zhang Rongrong wanted to struggle, and she screamed in despair. She had just reached out to try to climb out of the floor that was devouring her body like a fallen man desperately trying to get ashore.
But she was panicked and grabbed the glass slag on the floor with both hands. Her hands were pierced by the glass slag and blood was drenched in tears.
Zhang Rongrong struggles,
Long blood marks were caught on the floor.
But her body was still sinking rapidly, not across her chest, not across her neck, not across her entire head, and the cry for help had disappeared... Seeing that even her hands were about to sink under the floor in the end, the power of devouring suddenly disappeared, bang, bang!
Chapter completed!