Maoshan Ghostbusters

The girl just stared at herself in the mirror intently, she didn't even notice that the old man standing by the side turned pale with fright. She twisted her head around her neck, as if she couldn't find the best angle anyway. It didn't matter if she twisted her head like this. The point was that every time she twisted, a stream of purple-black dirty blood flowed down, and the dirty blood had dyed the snow-white skirt red.

The old man stared at the girl's blood-stained neckline and opened his mouth wide in shock. At the same time, the gurgling blood blisters from the wound on the girl's neck made his stomach sour. Nausea came up, and the old man wanted to vomit again, but he desperately held back it. Although the girl looked really disgusting, he still felt a little disrespectful when vomiting at her at this time.

The girl held her head for a long time, still feeling dissatisfied.

"Master, can you help me?"

"Oh? Huh? Do you still want me to help you?"

The old man trembled with fright.

The girl stared at the bewildered old man Zhang Huang from the mirror and laughed.

"Master, don't worry, I just want you to help me hold my head. You have to help me find the best angle. It is said that a man's vision is more correct. You should be able to help me find the best angle."

The old man was so frightened that he couldn't help his tongue.

"Girl, what's the best or not the best thing about this thing, isn't it just put your head on your neck again? You just have to put it in the right position. What else is it right or wrong? Actually, who puts it differently? ?"

The old man's words made the young girl very heartbroken, only to see her beautiful eyes blinked and two lines of tears shed.

"Master, you said you would help me, but in fact, you don't want to touch me at all. I can see that you are too hypocritical."

The old man heard this, and was so upset that he couldn't help yelling, "Girl, it's wrong for you to say that. Why don't I help you? Do you know how hard I took to get these two mirrors back? You? That aunt has been following me like a shadow, tossing me hard enough, besides, I will take off these two mirrors, and when the day breaks, if the hospital leader knows about this, I will be punished if it is not correct. You know I am for you, How big is the thunder? I'm helping you now. When the day breaks, I don't know what I am going to face? Maybe they will fire me."

The girl was taken aback, "Fire you? No way?"

The old man sighed depressed, and went on to speak to himself.

"I have been working here for two years, and in the past two years, I have never made any mistakes. But tonight, everything is finished. In fact, from the beginning, all bad luck has been a sign. I am going to work tonight. It didn't take long for a dead body to be found in the duty room."

The girl was shocked, "Which corpse is there?"

"It's the corpse of a weird little baby. The child looks very weird and looks like a little fox.

Forget it, don't mention it, in fact, I don't think the current weird things have anything to do with it. "

The old man's narration aroused the curiosity of the girl, "Is there a child with such a weird look? I really want to see it."

"Forget it, don't toss about it. Didn't you say that you want to sew your head? Let's do business now."

"Yes, business matters."

The old man sighed, remembering the weird baby corpse, couldn't help but glanced back, and found that the little body was still lying on the morgue bed, which was relieved.

The girl continued to fiddle with her head, but the old man sighed again, "You woke up after the kid’s body appeared inexplicably. Not long after, your aunt woke up, so you and your aunt told me your stories. Each of your stories has its own version, so I can only say that they are their own stories."

The girl stopped her hand and said angrily, "Really? What did the fat lady say about me?"

The old man didn’t want to provoke the war, so he coughed and whispered, “Forget it, I believe she’s not telling the truth, or don’t pursue it anymore. Now, everything is ready, you should give your head to It's sewn."

The girl nodded, she straightened her head, held her head with her left hand, and was holding a needle and thread in her right hand. She planned to pierce the needle, but it was difficult to grasp the direction and strength of the needle with one hand. Blood leaked from her punctured wound. She looked embarrassed.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, you have to help me."

The old man opened his eyes in panic, and the girl smiled, "Don't be nervous, it's not for you to sew, it's for you to help me hold my head."

"This--"

The old man looked at his hands, a little embarrassed.

"If you don't help me hold my head, how can I sew it?"

The old man sighed and had to step forward to help the girl hold her head. Perhaps it was too close. He felt that the odor of carrion on the girl's body seemed to be a lot stronger. After all, after a few hours, after the death, the decay of the body did not stop. In fact, from the moment human beings stop breathing, decay begins. It is understandable that the stench on the girl's body is stronger than before.

The stench made the old man cough for a long time, and the girl was puzzled.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The old man was afraid that telling the truth would hurt her, so he had to talk nonsense.

"It's okay, my throat is a little uncomfortable. Recently, the weather was abnormal, it rained at all times, and the next day was a hot and sunny day. The weather was so volatile that it made me catch a cold."

"Well, try with a watermelon frost lozenges, or the Golden Throat Lozenge, I actually like Golden Throat Lozenge."

"Okay, I'll try it later."

The girl nodded, using both hands, to get busy. She pressed the wound with her left hand, held a needle in her right hand, and sewed it all at once. Now, the needle and thread are finally obedient, the needle no longer shakes, and the needle can fall where the girl wants to stick every time. It's just that every time the girl pricked, the wound would immediately make a slight chuckle, and immediately after that, a purple-black blood would come out of the wound. With the bleeding again, it was accompanied by a stronger stench. It's best to look like those small holes pierced by her all become outlets for excretion of body odor.

The old man made his scalp numb, and then smelled the stench of the carrion.

The young girl was sewing her head intently and looking in the mirror suddenly, only to find that the old man looked abnormal, his face was pale, and his lips were purplish.

The old man held on and smiled, "I'm fine, you continue."

The girl was shocked, "But from my point of view, you don't seem to be okay at all, you seem to be fainting soon."