Chapter 156 Do You Know You Are Dead?
Chapter 156 Do You Know You Are Dead?
The surrounding environment was very dark, and only a ray of light held in the hand illuminated the woman's face hidden by her hair. Her snow-white skin was stained with bright red blood, and the face on her neck was wheat-colored.
The facial features on Ah Zhen's face were distorted, her mouth was crooked and her eyes were slanted, as if she had suffered great pain before her death and was tortured to the point of dying with her eyes open.
Without caring about the medical kit in his hand, Jiang Han started to run. He fled for his life in a panic. In his panic, he didn't even know where he was running. He stumbled and saw houses flying behind him, and the moonlight was pouring down like water.
The moment he saw that face, before his brain could react, Jiang Han's legs had already started running.
Intellectually, he thought it was probably a makeup actor prepared by the production team, but emotionally, he felt it was really a ghost. He was really scared just now.
"what……"
Jiang Han supported himself on the wall with one hand, flew over the low courtyard wall that was washed down by the rain, and came to the other side of the dilapidated street. He ran in such a hurry just now that he could no longer be sure of his location in the town.
Fortunately, there is a huge and eye-catching reference object, the Four-Faced Buddha, in the center of the town. You can see it by looking up. As long as you determine which direction the north side without facial features is facing, you can recalibrate the direction.
Just by looking up, Jiang Han's nerves, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up again.
He saw the light.
A two-story building stands beside a dilapidated street. The houses of the neighbors on both sides have been destroyed by wind and rain. Only this small building stands out in the dilapidated and empty environment. Even the waterproof paint on the exterior wall looks like it was newly applied less than two years ago.
Bright white light shone through the gaps in the curtains on the second floor and scattered not far in front of Jiang Han, like a deadly blade cutting through the darkness.
"Ouch……"
“…Ah, oh…”
A weak groan drifted faintly from the second-floor window, as if a deadly ghost was hovering over the town. Jiang Han's already cold heart suddenly turned even colder.
"Grass! Grass! Grass!"
He could not help cursing in his heart, and turned around to run away. However, before he started to move, his legs felt stiff and heavy, as if they were entangled in water plants while swimming in a river, and he could not lift them.
When he looked down, he saw a pair of hands that came out from nowhere and tightly grasped his trouser legs.
“Sugar Heart?!” With the bright moonlight, Jiang Han could clearly see the face of the owner of these hands: “Where did you come from… No, what’s wrong with you?! What’s going on here?!”
Tang Xin did not answer his question, but her hands were still tightly grasping his trouser legs, and a hoarse moan came from her throat.
Seeing her pale face and weak appearance, Jiang Han suddenly realized: "Anemia again? Didn't you bring some candy with you... How did you become like this..."
Jiang Han was not a talkative person, but perhaps to dispel the fear of the unknown, he was particularly talkative at this moment, while he kept complaining about Tang Xin's lack of shrewdness. Jiang Han took out a Snickers bar from his pocket, dissolved it in water and slowly fed it to Tang Xin.
Tang Xin's condition improved a little, Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, put one hand around Tang Xin's shoulders and helped her up, and reached for the satellite phone in his waist bag with his other hand. Although he wanted to cooperate with the script of the program team, he had to call for help urgently in this situation.
Jiang Han groped around in his waist bag in the dark for a while, but still hadn't found the thing. His movements gradually slowed down, and the worried expression on his face gradually solidified. An expression called "fear" covered Jiang Han's face.
Tang Xin was wearing a backless beige dress today, and now his palms were on Tang Xin's shoulders, his arms with rolled up sleeves directly touching her tender back skin without any cloth blocking it, the warm and cool touch was motionless, quiet as death.
She had no heartbeat...her heart had stopped.
And it seemed that it had stopped a long time ago.
Jiang Han's face suddenly turned bad when he noticed this. He pulled his hand out of his waist bag and pressed it tremblingly on Tang Xin's neck - that was the location of the carotid artery.
There was no pulse. No heartbeat, no pulse, and even the body temperature was gradually cooling down.
Such a woman leaned in his arms, unconsciously whispering: "Save...save me..."
Jiang Han's mind went blank.
At the same time, a long groan was heard from the second-floor window.
"Ouch……"
……
"Why haven't Jiang Han and the others arrived yet?"
Xia Chong squatted on the steps on the street, chatting awkwardly with the comments in the live broadcast room out of boredom. She was suppressing her anger in her heart. It was outrageous. It was always others who waited for her, so why should she wait for others? It was simply outrageous.
'Look at the feet'
Another bullet comment passed by the screen, and Xia Chong bit his lower lip slightly, somewhat dissatisfied. Urge, urge, urge, urge for what?
The same barrage of comments appeared dozens of times in the live broadcast room, but it was not the perverted foot fetishist teasing the anchor to take off her shoes, but urging Xia Chong to go back to the place where he smashed the phone before and dig out the stone sculpture that was buried upside down in the ground.
"Jiang Han and the others are not here, and there are no tools. Do you want me to dig with my hands?" Xia Chong snorted in dissatisfaction, picked up his phone and walked back.
At this moment, she was feeling a little depressed. She couldn't get through to the program team on the phone, and no one responded to her messages to Xiao Ke and Tang Xin. Jiang Han said he would ask the program team to bring people over, but in fact, there was no follow-up.
The scars on his hands and stomach were still aching. For the first time in this deserted town, Xia Chong felt that he was crying out to heaven and earth for no one to respond. In addition, the surroundings were too quiet and dilapidated, especially because he had lost his valuables, which made him quite upset.
"Okay, okay, my jade feet, my jade feet, let me show you my jade feet, you foot fetishist, that's enough!" Xia Chong cursed and returned to the place where he had run away in the snow before.
She didn't walk very far, but just walked around in a small area with the stone foot exposed on the ground as the center, hoping to try her luck and find the lost cat.
It turned out that her luck was not good, and she didn't even see a single cat hair. Fortunately, the audience in the live broadcast room was not angry at the host's disgusted expression, but instead cheered her on by swiping the screen to urge her to curse more.
It was impossible to curse, because when Xia Chong returned to the place where he was just now with the selfie stick in his hand, a figure half-squatting on the ground quietly appeared in the center of the camera.
"Eh……?"
He was a young man wearing a beige shirt and black jeans. His clothes were simple but clean. He was half-kneeling with his long legs bent. He lowered his head and looked closely at a stone on the ground.
It is the stone foot that Xia Chong discovered before.
"You, what are you doing?" Xia Chong mustered up the courage to ask.
Hearing her voice, the young man turned around and looked silently at Xia Chong who was holding the selfie stick.
When he turned around, a hideous ghost mask with green face, fangs and scary looks appeared in front of Xia Chong.
"It's nice to see you. Did you know you were dead?"
he asked.
(End of this chapter)