phantom hand

Many years later, Han Mukun still has a fresh memory of the car accident. Every time he thinks about it, the bloody scene reappears in real life. Even though it has been a long time, he is afraid that it will still come out from the bones and melt into the blood , invade the epidermis, occupy every pore, and even make the whole soul tremble.

He had thought countless times, if he hadn't turned a corner and followed Ling Fei's car that day because he was unwilling, or if he hadn't followed and found another suspicious car in front of him, he had turned back halfway , or he didn't knock the car away in time but let it run over the two people lying on the ground... If there is a mistake in any link, the ending is something he can't bear, so he is terrified, so terrified Sometimes nightmares will be the reappearance of the scene of that day.

But at that time, Han Mukun had no time to be afraid.

After being hit by him, the murderer's car fled quickly. Han Mukun almost rushed out of the car and ran to the two people. They were lying on the ground in strange postures, like abandoned rag dolls.Han Mukun watched helplessly as the blood slowly leaked out from their bodies, and spread out little by little.

Under the night, there was not a single bit of red, and it was frighteningly black.

He wanted to get the two people into the car, but he didn't dare to touch them. He called 120, where the location was recorded in an orderly manner, and then he cried, scolding each other in a hoarse voice, and he had no memory of what he was scolding at all. , only the powerlessness of facing death for the first time, after several years, is still clear.

Li Chuang felt like he had become a gust of wind.

Just like the flowing air, it has no shape and no rules, as if the body has spread out, and all the five sense organs have disappeared, leaving only the cells and molecules condensed by weak spiritual power, but they are also transparent, as if nothing exists.

A few real winds came from nowhere, and he floated up with the wind uncontrollably, slowly and soothingly rising, unknowingly, something seemed to be on his head, and he looked up, no, he At this time, there are no eyes anymore, but I still clearly know that it is the ceiling.Checkered squares with patterns, plain milky white, pieced together tightly, extended to the edge and folded down, and then down, metallic wall lamps, and a simple steel frame bed...

Is that person with one leg wrapped like a mummy Zhao Qingyu?Or Li Chuang?If it was Li Chuang, who was he now?Don't think about it, you will definitely get a headache if you think about it, but don't think about it, what should he do now?Just like this, it floats with the wind, completely scattered like dandelion seeds and flies to countless corners?

No, although he didn't know why, but he didn't want to leave.

Hush

Listen, someone is talking.

"You little bastard, let you run with other men, let you attract bees and attract butterflies, let you..."

His voice became hoarse and choked up several times.

That's...Han Mukun?

Wait, he remembered!He had a car accident!No, it wasn't a car accident, that car was clearly coming directly at them!That is to hit them to death!Uh, he's dead?

"Get up quickly, how long will you sleep with a fucking broken bone? Your brass ball head is not afraid of concussions, right? Even a wine bottle can be smashed. Get up well, I beg you..."

You see, he just said that he was blessed and lucky, how could he be Game Over in his youth.If he really died like this, there is no way in the underworld to explain to Zhao Qingyu, and that little boy still didn't press himself into the frying pan and strangled him to death.

"Get up, I haven't said those three words seriously yet, you little bastard who wants to take advantage of everything, don't you feel at a loss?"

Cut, I am not rare anymore!Why did I go early, now I know that my nose is full of tears, it's too late!I'm going back to the Northeast now, and I'm going to go back to the original version!

"Hello, I love you."

——Damn, don't bring such a nasty person!

Although he is now just a mass of spirit body that is touching the ceiling, it is obviously good at conducting electricity, so the current rubbed every molecule, leaving a lasting trembling and numbness.

In a trance, Li Chuang drifted out of the ward. The smell of disinfectant was so pungent that he couldn't smell it, but he could read the slight consciousness of the patients passing by in the corridor. He could feel it as long as the radio waves were a little stronger.

But why is he in the hallway?He obviously wanted to return to that body, he had already prepared the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty to entertain that old bastard, and he tried so hard to get down, but why is he still floating?

There were a lot of people in front of them, the darkness was like the Matrix, the dazzling red light in the operating room made people's eyes hurt, and the desolate silhouette of the old man staring at the light was inexplicably familiar.Like Ling Fei?No, Ling Fei is thinner than him...

Lingfei!

The two words crossed like an arrow are like a white light, and countless scenes are overwhelming. There are drinking, eating, kissing and racing in the past, and there are now shadowless lamps, scalpels, hemostats... guns?Yes, that was a nurse with a gun pinned to her waist, and the pink nurse uniform outside was sweet and warm.

She pushed the medicine cart to this side, her steps were hurried but not flustered, she yelled from far to near: "Please get out of the way, please get out of the way, the patient is waiting for the blood bag—" The slightly anxious and nervous voice was like A real angel in white.

All the men in black retreated to the sides almost immediately, leaving an unimpeded path.

Seeing that the female nurse was about to enter the door of the operating room, Li Chuang's erratic mental body somehow produced strength, and he swooped straight down and slammed into the woman's body, but he didn't completely slam into the woman's body, as if After entering half and leaving the other half, Li Chuang felt pain, which was different from physical pain, and seemed to come directly from the nerves, but he couldn't control these, and only used the half of the molecules to collide in the woman's body with all his strength.The woman overturned the drug cart and rolled to the ground wailing, the gun falling from her side.The old man's eyes widened, and the people around him immediately rushed over and restrained her firmly.

At this time, the red light went out and the door of the operating room was pushed open. Li Chuang had never felt that the doctor was so kind.

"The broken rib hurt the lungs. Fortunately, it's not serious. The operation was a success. Don't worry, old man."

Feeling relieved, Li Chuang felt that he was ejected from the woman's body by some kind of huge force, and the molecules scattered when they hit the ceiling. In the next second, everything in front of him turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.There is no operating room, no man in black, no Mr. Ling, no killer nurse, nothing at all, as if the world has returned to chaos and nothingness.

But slowly, traces of temperature floated up in this nothingness, getting warmer and clearer, and even brought a slight heartbeat. Li Chuang looked for the heat source, at first it was blurry, and then slowly Yes, the field of vision gradually cleared up, and a rough but warm big hand came into view, wrapping his cold little fist.

Sensing the movement on the bed, Han Mukun almost widened his eyes in surprise. After confirming that it was really his little bastard wriggling, he was speechless, and his expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he was so entangled.

It was the wounded who spoke first: "Water..."

Han Mukun didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately unscrewed the mineral water next to him, and carefully supported the child to feed him bit by bit.

Li Chuang drank half a bottle in silence. He was unprecedentedly gentle. It was indeed like what Han Mukun said. He only hurt his leg and his head seemed to be broken again, but it was still a traumatic injury. Sometimes his chest won't hurt, and his stomach won't hurt when he drinks water. When the water has fully moisturized his body, his energy and spirit seem to have returned.

Han Mukun put the purified water back on the table and cabinet, then turned around and looked at him without moving for a moment: "Does it hurt?"

Li Chuang shook his head slowly.

"Is it disgusting?"

Li Chuang still shook his head.

"Then is there anything you want to eat, I'll go buy it?"

Li Chuang still shook his head.

Han Mukun's eyes dimmed, and his tone was almost pleading: "Talk to me, okay?"

Li Chuang touched the man's face, rubbed it lightly at first, then pinched it little by little, twisted it hard, and at the same time sank his dantian: "I'm a fucking soul traveler, you believe that I will die—"