13 Mink Street

Chapter 7 Mutation!

reach out,

touch the switch,

Open,

"Snap" sound,

light is on.

Karen continued down and came to the basement.

The perception of "terrible" often does not come from the real thing, but from "self-brain supplementation".

When decorating the basement of the Inmeles family, they would definitely not be so stupid as to design it according to the "ghostly" and "depressed" atmosphere, but at night, even if your walls are all painted in Barbie pink, as long as you know that the inside is lying Looking at two corpses, you will not feel "warm" and "cute".

The crying is still going on.

It came from Aunt Mary's studio.

Karen walked to the door of the studio, which was unlocked...because you couldn't think of a need to lock it.

Karen stopped and didn't turn the doorknob in a hurry. Instead, he turned his head and looked behind him.

The aisle behind him was not too dark because of the lights, but the rotating ramp from the basement to the first floor was still gloomy, making it hard to see clearly.

close your eyes

take a deep breath,

Karen wished she could smell the sweetness of hot milk,

Too bad he's not a dog nose.

thinking of dogs,

Karen looked down,

The golden retriever who was very enthusiastic because he let it into the house did not go down to the basement with him;

What a dog that doesn't deserve much love.

reach out,

hold the door handle;

in an instant,

As if the "channel" was suddenly switched, a sense of trance struck, not strong, but the existence could be clearly felt;

immediately,

The "crying" in the studio came to an abrupt end.

Karen turned his head again, and the light bulb in the aisle above his head still maintained its normal brightness.

"Crack..."

twist the handle,

open the door,

Then reach out, touch the switch button next to the door as quickly as possible, and press it immediately;

"Snapped……"

The lights in the studio are on.

Light,

plenty of light,

It can bring great psychological comfort to people.

Jeff and Mr. Mosang were lying on two stretchers in the studio.

Jeff's face was painted with makeup and powder, "radiant".

It can be seen that it is a bit heavy, and the hair is also parted in the middle. After applying hairspray, it looks... extraordinarily energetic. It is estimated that Jeff has never been so energetic before his death.

Mr. Mosang looked a lot more "normal". He didn't put on heavy makeup but paid more attention to details and nature. He looked like he was really asleep.

When Aunt Mary was at work, she fully "discriminated against one another"; the difference between the welfare bill and the normal bill is reflected here.

Of course, if Aunt Mary had known in advance that Mr. Moissan's sons and daughters planned to cremate them, Mr. Moissan would really be "beautiful" with the young man next to him, Jeff.

Karen walked past Jeff. The previous cry had an old feeling. It was obviously not from a young man like "Jeff". It could only be...Mr. Mosang.

But after standing in front of Mr. Mosang,

Karen only saw Mr. Mosang lying there quietly, without other "heretics".

Stretching out his hand, he dragged a round stool with wheels at the bottom beside him, sat down, and put his feet on the lower railing of the stretcher.

Karen tilted her head slightly,

Just staring at Mr. Mosang all the time.

at the same time,

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked through the open door of the office now and then, noticing the hallway... well, mostly the ramp at the end of the hallway.

Time, a quarter of an hour passes.

For a quarter of an hour, everything was peaceful.

It's a man or a ghost,

show yourself

Give some reaction?

Karen sighed and was ready to leave. The warm blanket is more attractive at night.

get up,

When walking past Mr. Mosang,

Karen noticed that the button on Mr. Mosang's neck was undone, and he subconsciously reached out to help fasten it back.

However,

When the fingertips touched Mr. Mosang's neck skin,

Karen suddenly felt dizzy in his head,

This feeling, like dizziness, staggered a bit.

Karen immediately stabilized his figure and leaned his back against the wall.

"Woooooooo..."

The choking sound came again.

Karen immediately looked up,

In front of him, Mr. Mosang was still lying there;

But in the diagonal corner, there seemed to be another figure curled up in the corner with his knees in his arms, crying.

Karen, who saw this scene, didn't scream out of fear, he had actually already had enough psychological construction;

And for Karen, seeing a "ghost" is much better than "not seeing a ghost";

In the latter case, he has to wonder if there is something wrong with his "brain" and "spirit".

Therefore, Karen is more inclined to accept "this is a neurotic world" than "I am a neuropathy".

"Mr. Mosan?"

Karen made a questioning voice to the figure curled up in the corner.

But that figure didn't seem to hear it at all, and didn't make any response, still sobbing there on its own.

Karen stood up and walked towards Mr. "Mosang", but his "sight" and "reality" formed a kind of "isolation". When he himself walked towards Mr. Mosang, the distance between the two sides did not change. Pulling closer, but maintaining a constant.

When Karen's face was almost touching the opposite wall,

Mr. "Mosang" is still curled up in the "far" corner.

The "Damn" scene has not scared Karen until now, and this "supernatural constant distance" has made Karen even more eager to explore.

"So, what I see is not the real existence?"

After saying this, Karen bit his lower lip,

"I said something nonsense."

Immediately afterwards,

Karen tried to spread his hands and slowly shifted his position.

next moment,

The curled figure of Mr. "Mosang" also began to move along with it, no, it was a translation.

This feeling,

It was as if a projector was hung on his forehead.

Is this... the soul?

Karen wasn't sure about the "material" of this thing, after all, he couldn't reach out and touch it at such a distance.

but,

Karen suddenly had an idea.

With Karen's constant turning, the sobbing Mr. "Mosang" and Mr. Mosang lying on the stretcher were placed in the same direction.

After adjusting the direction,

Karen began to "focus" again,

Move back and forth, and fit Mr. "Mosang" and Mr. Mosang together as much as possible.

In fact, Karen himself didn't know why he did this, but it seemed to be a matter of course, "ghost", of course it should be put together with his corpse, at least try it?

When the two sides overlap,

Karen clearly saw that Mr. "Mosang" who was curled up suddenly stopped crying, and then he stood up in a daze. Under Karen's "watching", Mr. "Mosang" lay down on Mr. Mosang's body.

The whole process is very fast, extremely smooth and smooth;

And when the two sides overlap completely,

Karen only felt as if there was a hand that grabbed his "brain" suddenly, yes, it was the "brain", not the forehead, the back of the head, or the scalp, but in the depths of his brain;

"Baji" sound,

Just hold tight,

Pull outward!

"Well……"

Karen let out a painful cold snort, and fell to his knees on the ground. He had to subconsciously support the floor tiles with both hands, otherwise he would have to pay tribute to Mr. Hoffen during the day.

But if so,

Karen also clearly saw drops of blood dripping on the blue and white tiles in front of him.

The nostrils... are bleeding again.

Covering his nose with one hand, Karen began to stand up reluctantly.

As he got up,

Mr. Mosang, who was lying on the stretcher and had finished his makeup, also sat up slowly.

The movements of the two were almost in sync, silently.

"Well……"

Karen let out a low cry.

Although he knew that all these "death" behaviors came from his own initiative, but when he saw a corpse sitting upright in front of him, he still couldn't avoid the psychological shock.

During the shock, it brought a little panic, a little doubt, a little daze, and... absolute excitement.

Mr. Mosang gradually changed his posture from sitting on the stretcher to kneeling on the stretcher. His eyes were open, but there was no color, it was a very monotonous off-white.

"Please...please...don't burn me...don't burn me...cremate the body...don't forgive...cremate the body...don't forgive..."

Karen swallowed,

Looking at Mr. Mosang who was "worshiping" and "begging" to himself in a religious ceremony.

I heard from Aunt Mary that in the doctrine believed by Mr. Mosang, believers are not allowed to cremate their own bodies, and for a devout believer, there are two things to show their loyalty..."life" and "death".

Birth is the "life" at the time of entering the religion, and death is the end of oneself, and at the same time inherits the "life" in the religious sense.

The "crying" I heard earlier was the grief and resentment from Mr. Mosang.

"Mr. Mosang? Mr. Mosang?"

Karen tried to call him.

"Please...don't burn me...please...don't burn me..."

Mr. Mosang still repeated his prayer.

oh,

Is there no way to conduct peer-to-peer communication, only one kind of "instinct" remains?

Or, to use the explanation I was used to in my previous life, that is...obsession.

But how did all this happen?

Aunt Mary, Uncle Mason, and Mina never said that the corpse would undergo "mutation", that is to say, the world should be normal in the eyes of normal people.

But the first time it was "Jeff" and the second time it was Mr. Mosan,

Encountered this mutation originating from the remains twice in a row,

Karen had to suspect... No, it was almost certain that all of this had an inseparable reason with him, and the triggering medium should be himself.

Is it because of the original "Karen" or because of his own "waking up"?

"Please...don't burn me...don't burn me...don't burn me! don't burn me! don't burn me!!!"

Karen noticed that Mr. Mosang's speech speed began to speed up, his shoulders began to tremble slightly, and the originally dull eyes were gradually being filled with bloodshot eyes.

in the air,

A dangerous atmosphere began to permeate.

"Mr. Mosan?"

Karen called out again tentatively, and at the same time began to move;

The beginning of the matter was a bit weird, but the development of the matter seemed to be proceeding according to the "normal" that he could understand, for example... what would a corpse do when it suddenly woke up "cheat".

However, just as Karen walked past Mr. Mosang,

Mr. Mosang suddenly raised his head:

"You guys actually want to...burn me!"

suddenly,

Mr. Mosang's eyes were completely covered in blood, and his body was thrown up violently;

Yes, swinging it up, the coordination of muscles, bones, and the whole body seemed to be non-existent at this time, but it just jumped up, like a fish thrown on the shore, jumping up!

"boom!"

Karen only felt a heavy blow to his back, and he fell forward.

After falling down, Karen immediately put his hands on the ground and turned his body. At this time, Mr. Mosang also climbed up, and quickly reached Karen's neck with his hands.

Karen raised her knees and pushed towards Mr. Mosang;

But this body is indeed a bit weak on the one hand, and its physique is not good, and on the other hand, Mr. Mosang's current weight can be said to be heavier than when he was alive.

Karen's knee failed to push up, but under the pressure from Mr. Mosang... directly lay flat.

"You guys... dare to burn me!!!"

Mr. Mosang opened his mouth,

It directly bit down on Karen's chest.

"Boom!"

Karen's chest felt as if he had been hammered by a stone, and it hurt a lot, but the expected bloody flesh did not appear, because Mr. Mosang's teeth had already fallen out in sevens and eights before he was alive, and he had to use dentures to eat.

Therefore, Mr. Mosang had been feeling lonely before.

But Mr. Mosang's hands had already clung to Karen's neck and began to exert force. His legs and torso, more like an octopus, entwined Karen tightly.

Karen tried to break free with both hands, but his struggle seemed a little futile at this moment.

On the brink of desperation,

Karen, who was pressed against the tiles, could only turn his head to look at the door of the studio;

"How dare you burn me!!!"

Mr. Mosang is insane!

"Snapped!"

Like the sound of metal hitting, or like a light bulb blowing,

or,

Like a snap of the fingers?

Karen could no longer distinguish the tone clearly, but he felt relieved, hoo...he was saved.

However, after that voice came,

"AHHHHHH!!!!!! Burn me! Burn me! Burn me!"

Mr. Mosang, who was originally "like madness", has completely fallen into a rampage.

Karen Dun felt that the strength of the hands pinching his neck was much stronger than before. This was a real state that his neck was about to be severed.

Like a ham sausage, grasp both ends with both hands and start twisting in reverse, then wait for one end... to explode;

Karen's "eyes", "ears" and "nose" now have an illusion that they are about to explode.

"How dare you... burn me!"

"Unexpectedly... me!"

"Unexpectedly..."

"burn……"

Suddenly,

Mr. Mosang seemed to have reached a critical point, his body froze and he collapsed.

After losing the restraint around his neck, Karen began to pant heavily. The air in the basement was not fresh, but at this moment Karen felt that it was extraordinarily sweet;

This is not an exaggerated technique, but bleeding from his own throat. In addition, nosebleeds also soaked into his mouth.

Karen pushed Mr. Mosang away from him, put his hands on the ground, slowly moved his position, and stopped after leaning his back against the wall.

turn your head,

Another glance at the door,

There are dim lights in the aisle nearby, but in the distance, it is still dark;

Karen propped her face in her hands,

Shaoqing,

With the palm stained with his own blood, he patted his forehead a few times,

"Hey hey..."

he smiled,

After laughing, I took another deep breath,

In Chinese that does not exist in this world,