Mysterious recovery

Author of "Mysterious Recovery": Flowers before the Buddha

Copywriter:

"My name is Yang Jian, I will be dead when you read this sentence..."

A spooky parchment, an eye that peers into the dark, this is the story of one who survived.

Author Custom Tags Undead Resolute Students

like hell

Ghost stories in the Chapter 1 forum.

The old man figured it out, you are reading a novel on the bed, and you are still sideways, maybe your phone is still charging.

Yang Jian, who was in his third year of high school, was lying on the bed and looking at his phone boredly. He casually clicked on a post, and there were many netizens replying to it.

"Fuck, the host is really a god, and the host has guessed all of this."

"Heh, shall I tell you that I am squatting in the toilet now? No need to ask, my feet are numb."

"Tattoos are tattooed on someone Zhou, and I will never be a laborer."

"Society, society."

Yang Jian closed this post, and then opened another post with a high hit rate, which started with this sentence:

"I'm a doctor at the Third Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in a certain province. Let me tell you something. Recently, a terrible thing happened in my hospital. Now I'm too scared to go to work. I'm on vacation at home. .”

"Stop talking, I don't buy shoes and I don't add WeChat."

"The landlord must have been harassed by the doctor, if he didn't swallow feces on me and commit suicide."

"Look, the third floor is cheating on food and drink again."

Yang Jian felt that the reply was a bit boring, so he clicked and only looked at the poster.

Immediately, the post became clean, leaving only the post claiming to be a doctor.

Continue to read the post: The thing is like this, last week it was my turn to see the doctor at night. At about twelve o’clock, the ambulance brought an old man. The medical staff on the ambulance said that the old man fell from the fifth floor At that time, my colleague had something to do temporarily, and I was the only person in charge of diagnosis. At that time, I was 100% sure that the old man had no vital symptoms and was already dead.

Moreover, judging from the characteristics of the old man's body and the temperature of his chest, it is absolutely impossible for the old man to fall to his death tonight.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that within ten hours after death, in a normal temperature environment, the body temperature will drop by about one degree in an hour, and after 24 hours, the body temperature will be basically close to the environment, but the old man's body temperature is lower than normal temperature in my opinion. At least ten degrees, maybe more, and the temperature at night was 22 degrees.

At that time, I judged that the old man had been dead for more than a day.

Immediately below, there are comments from netizens:

"The landlord's 'know a little common sense' is really scary, kneel down to the boss."

"Hurry up and see if the patient's shoes have fallen off. If they do not fall off, there is still a chance to be rescued."

"Thinking about it, I'm terrified. The host will update soon. I've already hid in the bed."

Yang Jian continued to scroll down:

Raiden Dharma King continued to post: Based on my experience of watching more than 300 episodes of famous detective cartoons when I was in junior high school, I can immediately judge that this old man did not accidentally fall to his death, but should have died of murder. The body must have been stored in an ice cellar. , I chose to call the police at that time, and I reported this matter to the police.

But what I want to talk about today is not this matter, but what happened afterwards.

The post was interrupted for a while, and the update time was two hours later.

Sorry, someone knocked on the door just now and asked about the situation of that incident, but it is not a policeman, nor does it look like a reporter, but it has a national certificate.

It was probably the morning of the next day.

I was not at work at the time, but I heard from my colleagues that the body of the old man who was delivered last night had mysteriously disappeared in the morgue. The police are doing their best to investigate and suspect that the murderer stole it.There was quite a commotion, and the monitoring of the entire hospital was adjusted, but in the end, the body of the missing old man was still not found, nor was the murderer found.

I'm still in clinic tonight...

However, what happened during the day made me a little uneasy. A patient in the hospital said that he had seen the old man's body, but it was not carried out by someone, but walked out by himself. The patient pointed it out very accurately. The route that the old man walked, judging from the route, indeed came from the direction of the morgue.

I was a little scared when I heard it, but fortunately, I am an atheist and I don't fully believe what the patient said.

Later, when the head nurse said that Dr. Fang from the Department of Neurology was going to increase the dosage of the patient, I felt a little relieved.

Sure enough, I didn't believe that the patient's words were correct...

But what I want to talk about is not this, but an incident that happened during my consultation at night.

That day should be around two o'clock in the morning. I was playing Lanyue in the emergency room. You can't imagine how fun that game is. If you are a brother, come and kill me...

"Damn, landlord, you are a fucking talent."

"What about the sincerity between people you agreed to? Your backhand is just a routine, and I was caught off guard."

"Society, society, I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end, but what I want to say is, on the third floor, what about swallowing dung you said?"

A lot of netizens are posting, and the forum is very lively.

Yang Jian was lying on the bed, a little dumbfounded, is it that people are so good at advertising now?

But when he turned it down again, it was wrong again.

Dharma King Thunder continued to post: Sorry, sorry, I'm really not advertising, but an unimaginable supernatural event really happened that night, you probably can't imagine it in your life, at a quarter past two in the morning While playing the game in the emergency room, I suddenly felt a chill, which was exactly the same as the feeling in the morgue, and I had goosebumps at that time.

And guess what?

The old man who disappeared in the morgue yesterday did not know when he appeared outside the emergency room. He did not die, but walked slowly out of the hospital one step at a time.

My God, this is impossible. I saw with my own eyes that the old man was dead, and he had been dead for more than a day. How could he come back to life?

mischief?Fraud?Medical miracle?

At that moment, I thought a lot, but maybe it was because I had more contact with corpses on weekdays, so I was not so scared. The most urgent thing to do was to take a photo with my mobile phone and prepare to send it to Moments.

The following explosive photos, there are pictures and the truth, definitely not PS.

Yang Jian scrolled down again, and immediately a photo appeared in front of him.

The photo is not blurry, on the contrary, it is very clear. There is a glass window of the emergency room in the photo, and an old man walks by outside.

The old man is wearing a black one-piece gown, which has a retro look. His whole body is thin, his skin is brown with spots on it, and from the shooting angle, one of the old man's eyes can be seen. What is that? Such eyes... gray, empty, without a trace of spirit, with a kind of horrified silence.

There is no bloody or terrifying scene in the photo, but the feeling revealed by the old man in the photo made people immediately stand up and make the scalp numb.

Reminiscent of the previous physician named Thunder King clearly stated that when the old man was once a cold corpse, it made people feel a sense of fear.

And the more you look at this photo, the more infiltrating it becomes.

It's like looking at a dead person, more like looking at... a ghost.

"The baby is scared to death. This photo is so scary. The more I look at it, the more frightened I become. Where did the poster find this photo?"

"Why are there so many spots on this old man's hands? I have trypophobia."

"That's a corpse spot, which means that the old man is already a corpse."

"Hey, the demons are gone, and I, Lin Zhengying, are here." A netizen posted a picture of a Taoist priest.

"Bah, you return Lin Zhengying, and I return Loliyin."

But no matter how these netizens commented, the Thunder King still continued to post; the picture is real, I took it with my own hands, and then the old man walked out of the hospital like this, and I don’t know where he went, but if anyone is the same as me One is the city, be careful, although I am an atheist, there are still some things that I have to believe in.

Wait, it seems that someone is knocking on the door again. It is estimated that the police asked me to record a statement.

However, within a minute of the posting time, the Dharma King of Thunder continued to send a message: Damn it, damn it, it’s that old man who ran out of the hospital, that thing stood at my door and knocked on the door. What should I do now?I feel like I've messed with something I shouldn't have messed with.

"Is the landlord Pi very happy?"

"Fuck, is this true? It can't be so evil."

"Hurry up and call the police, quickly, find Yaoyaoling."

"Stop pretending, the landlord, it must be a fake, if it's not fake, I'll swallow dung twice as much."

"It's you dung swallowing boy again, you haven't paid what you owed last time?"

But then Dharma King Thunder posted again: I called the police, but what should I do now?That thing is still knocking on the door, it looks like it doesn't intend to leave, no, the light in my living room suddenly went out just now, and now I'm too scared to go to the living room.

I closed the door and turned on all the lights that could be turned on, but the old man was still knocking.

When I got here, this netizen named Dharma King Thunder was in a hurry to post, each message was separated by less than 30 seconds, and some words were wrong.

It can be seen from this that the doctor who posted the post is now very scared and panicked.

Yang Jian also felt chills all over his body. Although he knew that the story might be false, he also felt a little creepy when he thought of the old man in the photo standing outside the door and knocking on the door.

A dead old man came back to life and knocked on the door of his house. Anyone who encounters this will be terrified.

But the post hasn't stopped, it's still going: No, it's not good, I heard footsteps in my living room, God, I'm the only one in the house, I now suspect that the old man who knocked on the door before came in, he must have I walked into the living room. What the hell is going on here? I didn't even hear the sound of his opening the door. How did he get in?

The footsteps seemed to stop outside my door.

That thing is knocking on the door again, I feel very bad, now I record the sound, keep it as evidence, and leave the phone number by the way, if my phone doesn't work, then something must have happened to me, please kind people Alarm: 138...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The following is an audio file. After clicking it, there is a dull, depressing knock on the door.

After a while, the sound seems to be on the heart of the person, making people almost out of breath.

The post was interrupted here.

Yang Jian flipped to the end, only saw the last line: The old man came in...

Chapter 2 Temporary Lectures

School at eight o'clock, evening self-study.

Because I read the story on the forum yesterday too late, Yang Jian yawned all day at school the next day, listless, and whenever he wanted to sleep in class, the photo of the old man always popped up in his head, confused Suddenly, he seemed to feel that pair of empty, dead silent eyes staring at him from somewhere.

With a shock, he regained his spirit.

"I can't sleep again, that photo is really evil."

"Hey, hey, Yang Jian borrowed one to talk." A tall and thin student leaned over next to him.

Yang Jian wondered, "Impotence? Why borrow one to talk."

Zhang Wei, nicknamed Impotence, used to read his name under Yang Jian when he entered school. The teacher pronounced it wrong and pronounced it as Yang Wei, so the nickname of Impotence has been with him for three years.

This is a sad story.

"Hey, don't quibble, I see you have been yawning all day, you must have done too many embarrassing things last night." Zhang Wei patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "What good resources have you got recently?" Hurry up and share it, let the brothers enjoy it too."

Yang Jian said: "It's cool, I read a ghost story on my phone yesterday, so I went to bed very late."

"Ghost stories? Speaking of ghost stories, impotence, Yang Jian, do you know about the supernatural events that happened in a neighborhood in the city a while ago?" A classmate next to him came over and asked.

"What supernatural event?" Yang Jian asked, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

Zhang Weidao: "I also know this. It is said that over twenty people hanged themselves overnight in a community. The corpses were hung on the anti-theft windows, just like drying bacon. It's really scary. I have a picture of that place here. , but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and opened the album, and pulled out a photo.

The photo was taken in the evening, and the light in the community is not good, so it looks a little blurry, but it can still be distinguished. On the anti-theft window of the balcony of the community, a silhouette of a person hangs on it, densely hung in a row, and you can vaguely see the The faces of the corpses were ferocious and terrifying, especially the head of the corpse whose eyes were open was full of fear, not knowing what had happened before he died.

Dozens of corpses look like dried bacon from a distance. What is also strange is that the heads of the corpses are inside the anti-theft window, but the body is underneath. Because of the gap between the anti-theft windows, there is no room for an adult at all. go through.

And the head is tilted back, showing a strange posture of being broken.

The more I look at it, the more I feel a sense of unease and fear. This kind of photo is similar to the photo of the old man in the gown on Yang Jian's mobile phone, which can mobilize people's emotions.

"Damn it, impotence, where did you get this photo, why didn't I find it." The student next to him said.

Zhang Wei said triumphantly: "A friend of mine passed by and took the photo. Now the place is blocked, and now I can't go to take pictures. If you want to call me dad, I will give it to you. And don't call me impotent anymore. I recently took an English name."

"What English name?"

"Wardjill Inbonbon."

"So I also have an English name; Woshi Shabi, remember, please call my English name loudly on the road in the future."

Yang Jiandao: "It's also a nine-year obligation, why are you so good?"

"Yang Jian, we all went to cram school, you can't learn it." Zhang Wei said triumphantly.