My Healing Game

The male student looked at the face under the umbrella, the blood dripped down the man's eye sockets onto his forehead, and the broken eyeballs also slid down.

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"The man with the red umbrella... His face is under my umbrella?"

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The student screamed and threw the umbrella to the ground.

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The rain wet his hair, and the sticky touch reminded him of the feeling of blood dripping on his hair just now.

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He reached out and fiddled with his hair, but his fingertips became more and more sticky: "What's the matter? Why is this rainwater red?"

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The umbrella that was thrown away was blown by the wind. The male student looked under the umbrella, and the **** face with seven orifices was gone.

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"No, where did it go?"

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Panic, the very disturbed male student looked around, the man with the red umbrella was standing across the road, the monster still didn't leave!

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"His face is no longer under my umbrella, why does he still follow me?"

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The blood slid down his temples, and the sticky feeling was very uncomfortable. The male student's head seemed to be wrapped by fast-setting glue. He felt pain and itching, and kept scratching the top of his head with both hands.

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The more he scratched, the more itchy the top of his head, and the more blood flowed out!

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"No way……"

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The clean scalp became bumpy at some point, and a human face seemed to grow under the hair.

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"what!"

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The male student looked at his hands covered with blood and broken hair, and ran forward like crazy.

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It was raining in the sky, but the male student's sight was covered by scarlet blood. He kept making strange screams, and there were more and more people like him on the street!

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Enduring the pain from overhead, the male student rushed into a small shop next to it. The first floor was for questions and snacks, and the second floor was the shop owner's residence.

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"Is there anyone! Help me!"

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The male student wanted to tear his scalp apart. He couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the scissors on the counter and put his face in front of a mirror.

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Holding sharp scissors to cut his blood-soaked hair, the male student's movements became bigger and bigger, and his expression became more and more hideous.

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"Get out! Get out of my head!"

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The scissors cut through the skin, and the pain and itching caused him to lose his mind. With a roar in his mouth, he stabbed the scissors at the top of his head: "Die! Die! Die!"

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Hearing the male student's shout, the store owner came down from the second floor: "Who's there?"

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Near the corner, the store owner saw the male student squatting behind the shelf. He was wearing blood-stained clothes with a pair of scissors stuck on his head.

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This scene frightened the shop owner: "Tong, classmate, your head..."

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"My head? Where is my head? I can't touch it. I feel so itchy! It hurts! That face wants to get into my body!" The male student turned his head. , there is blood in the eyeballs.

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The trembling hands stretched out to the store owner, and the male student quickly crawled on the ground: "Did you see my head? Is there something on my head? Is there something! Take it off, take a knife and dig it out!"

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The store owner stepped back and took out his mobile phone to call the police, but the line was busy. He did not dare to approach the male student: "You, wait here! I'll call someone for you!"

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The boss ran towards the door of the store, and before he got close, he saw a man with a red umbrella appearing in front of the door.

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"There's something wrong with that kid, can you..."

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Halfway through the words, the boss realized something was wrong, the man with the red umbrella seemed to have no face!

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His legs were shaking, and the boss immediately returned to the second floor. He couldn't care about anything, so he directly locked the door to the second floor.

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"What's going on today? There seem to be screams everywhere?" Swiping the phone, the boss's phone desktop is a photo of his wife, who seems to be several months pregnant.

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With a lot of anxiety in his heart, the boss quickly called his wife.

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After ten seconds of busy phoning, the wife was connected, and the store owner said anxiously: "Xiaoyun, you go to lock the doors and windows immediately, something is wrong in the city today! You are still pregnant with a child, don't run around! "

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"Well, I know, you have to be careful too." His wife's gentle voice came from the phone.

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Knowing that his wife was okay, the store owner was slightly relieved: "I'll find a way to go back now, wait for me!"

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"You've been looking at the store, it's really hard work." The wife seemed to remember something: "By the way, I have another good news to tell you."

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"what news?"

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"Didn't you always want a boy? I checked it out for you this morning, it's really a boy." The wife's gentle voice became hoarse, and her laughter sounded more and more terrifying.

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When the phone was hung up, the store owner was dazed. He didn't dare to think about what his wife said.

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Footsteps sounded outside, the locked door on the second floor was suddenly knocked, and bright red blood seeped into the house along the crack of the door.

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"Can't stay here! The guy with the umbrella will come over sooner or later!" The store owner wants to do most now is to go home and see his pregnant wife.

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He ran to the window on the second floor, and when he opened the curtains, he saw the neighbor who lived across the alley, and he hurriedly put something under him.

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"It's not safe here! Hurry up and leave!" the store owner shouted at the neighbor, whose face became even more strange.

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"I know, I saw it."

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"How did you see that?" The shop owner opened the window, ready to find a way to climb down.

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"Use your eyes." The spectacles fell from the chair, the neighbor stuck his head out of the window, his neck stretched a little bit, and he quickly stretched out from his window to the shop owner's house: "It's a pity you last night Lock the windows."

Looking at the neighbor's face, the shop owner didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he jumped from the second-floor window.

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A sound of dislocation of bones came from one leg. He dragged his injured leg and limped out of the alley.

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The neighbor's voice rang behind him, and the shop owner grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to stop.

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"Help! Help!"

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The shop owner tried his best to walk forward, and the young couple who jointly operated the mobile phone shop next to him happened to snuggle into the alley.

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"Amei! Xiaocheng! Come and help me! This alley is haunted!"

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The store owner recognized the young couple, and he shouted loudly, but when he got closer, he found that the couple was unusual.

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Boyfriend Xiaocheng hugged his girlfriend's waist tightly, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably.

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Girlfriend Amei lowered her head slightly, with very thick and ugly makeup on her face.

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"Amy, what's with the makeup on your face?" The store owner stopped vigilantly: "Is it someone else's makeup on you?"

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Seeing that the boss has already seen that a blue vein has swelled up Xiaocheng's face: "It was the makeup I put on her. I didn't expect that after so long, the corpse spots covered her entire face!"

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The hand hidden behind him stretched out slowly, Xiaocheng's laughing voice became louder and louder, and he was holding a knife stained with debris in his hand: "It's okay, I'll give you a good makeup this time!"

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Holding the knife and pounced forward, Xiaocheng's face was full of madness.

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The store owner wanted to escape, but the injury to his leg seriously affected him.

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With his mouth covered, blood flowed out, he kicked Xiaocheng indiscriminately, and overturned the trash can next to him with the last of his strength.

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All kinds of **** were scattered all over the place. Among them, a Coke bottle fell from the trash can, rolled out of the alley, and came across a sneaker.

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The owner of the shoes has dyed yellow hair. He is wearing earphones, and he is reading spoken English following the voice in the earphones.

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Glancing at the Coke bottle, the yellow-haired student was a little puzzled. He turned to look at the alley next to him.

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The **** was scattered all over the place, as if someone had fought there.

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"I used to go in and out of the back alley a lot. I thought it was cool to fight until I met the devil." The yellow-haired student shuddered. He remembered what happened to him. In order to draw out the bad guys in Xiacheng, the father of the same school student, Taking him as a temptation, deliberately tempting gang members to rob him, pretending to be a ghost to scare him, and threatening him with various means.

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"No! I must pass the exam, and even if I repeat it for ten years, I must complete the agreement with Fu Sheng's father! Damn it, I have to get ahead and never return to this city!"

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Turning up the volume of the earphones, Huang Mao devoted himself to practicing spoken foreign languages. He used to be not interested in learning at all. Now, in order to pass the exam, despite the dissuasion of his family, he studied all night long every day, completely enchanted.

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Frankly speaking, his family is very worried about him. In order to avoid hurting his self-esteem, he has been secretly inviting a psychiatrist to pretend to be a tutor.

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"Work hard! Struggle! Hard work pays off!"

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After giving himself a breath, Huang Mao lowered his head and walked forward. He wanted to use all the fragments of time to study and be completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

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The traffic light at the intersection changed color, Huang Mao stopped, he was correcting his pronunciation following the voice in the earphone, but suddenly he heard the cry of the child.

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"Why is someone crying?" Looking around, Huang Mao found that there were very few people on the road today, and it was past seven o'clock before dawn: "Am I misreading the time?"

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The cry became clearer and clearer, Huang Mao listened carefully for a long time and suddenly realized that the sound was not coming from all around, but from his earphones.

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He quickly took off his earphones, screams, cries and calls for help came from all directions, and Huang Mao was stunned at the intersection.

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Slowly, the child's cry, which only sounded in the earphones at first, sounded directly in the back of his head.

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Huang Mao twisted his neck stiffly. He looked at the glass window of the store next to him. There was a deformed child lying on his back, with two small hands holding his earphones.

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"I won't carry him all the way, will I?"

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The child also knew that he had been found. It released the earphone, raised its hands, and pierced the yellow hair's ears with its sharp fingers.

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Huang Mao, who was completely frightened, stood there, completely dominated by fear.

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"careful!"

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A **** grimace quietly appeared, Huang Mao was pushed to the ground, the little ghost lying on his back was crushed and absorbed by a middle-aged female ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sitting on the ground, Huang Mao hadn't done it yet. Knowing the situation, his arm was grabbed by a woman with a mobile phone: "Follow me!"

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"I don't! You must be a ghost too! You drag me to a place where no one is there, and then..." Before Huang Mao could finish speaking, he saw the middle-aged female ghost rushing towards him, scaring him to the point of rolling and crawling. Follow the young woman and run towards a side road.

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Ten minutes later, Huang Mao, who was still in shock, hid in the warehouse of a convenience store. The woman who saved him was also beside him.

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"Thank you." Huang Mao gasped, he didn't even dare to speak loudly now: "What the **** is going on outside? Everyone seems to be crazy!"

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"You have to learn to get used to it, today may be the dullest day in your future life." Xiaoyou picked up the blood-stained mobile phone hanging around her neck, and her mother stood by her side: "My name is Youyi, she is My mother, someone asked me to come to you and ask something."

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"Ask me?" Huang Mao looked puzzled.

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"That person claimed to be Fu Sheng's father. He wanted to ask for some information about Fu Sheng. In the past year, has Fu Sheng done anything special?" Xiao You dialed a number, Hand the phone to Huang Mao.

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Looking at the **** mobile phone, Huang Mao's legs were weak. He just heard the words of Fu Sheng's father, and his body couldn't stop trembling. The fear of being dominated came back!

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