The balcony has a small section in the master bedroom and leads down to the living room. But now the seemingly irrational layout has become the key to life.

Although that key only delays our death.

"Take Xiaowei away." I shouted back as I ran for my life.

The face tumor had already entered the master bedroom, and she swam straight towards Lin Xiaowei, who was on the bed like a hunt. It was indeed You, it had no body, only a crumpled epidermal head and a disgusting face.

Its existence fundamentally violates the laws of nature and gravity.

Song Jiaming was so frightened that his feet were trembling, he picked up Lin Xiaowei hard, and ran towards the balcony in a panic. The tumor on the human face suddenly picked up speed and rushed over with lightning speed.

"Mr. Night, come on!" Seeing that it was too late to escape, he let out a loud shout and threw Xiaowei in his arms towards me with all the strength of his body.

Lin Xiaowei's body lightly crossed an arc, and I subconsciously caught her. In the sight of the three of us, only the approaching face tumor and the inevitable Song Jiaming remained.

"Please help me take care of her." That thing had already reached a close position, Song Jiaming's desperate face flashed a wry smile, he turned his head, his eyes were full of complexity, and at the last moment of his life, he didn't forget to look at his beloved woman. Only she was left in his sight, and he felt some comfort in his heart, at least, the death was meaningful, at least, it was for her.

Until death, he didn't have the courage to confess.

"No!" The screams of the two women rang out at the same time, and Song Shiyu and Lin Xiaowei were so panicked that tears flowed down their eyes.

The meaningless screams were completely unable to stop the devouring of the tumor on the human face, and it opened its large, hideous mouth, its sharp teeth glowing with cold. It swallowed Song Jiaming in one gulp, and then quickly swam towards us.

This thing is just an illusion, no physical at all. Song Jiaming, who was swallowed up, fell to the ground after the phantom left. He was completely transformed, and the moment I turned to run away, I could clearly see that his torso was deflated, like the vegetative man I had seen a few days earlier.

He fell to the ground, completely unaware of whether he was alive or dead.

Song Shiyu desperately wanted to run over and hug her cousin, but I grabbed her. I grabbed her arm and kept running. Lin Xiaowei in my arms was very quiet, she cried silently, and when I was negligent, she struggled hard to fall out of my arms and fell to the ground.

She held her weak body and slowly crawled in the direction of Song Jiaming's fall, and I didn't have time to stop her.

The face tumor rushed towards her, Song Shiyu closed her eyes in despair, she didn't want to see two people die in front of her eyes in a row.

But death did not come, when the sharp teeth of the thing were less than 20 centimeters away from Lin Xiaowei, it screamed hoarsely, turned into a black shadow and flew into her forehead while struggling.

The tumor on the face disappeared, leaving only three people in a daze on the balcony for a long time. I grabbed Song Shiyu's hand and made a gesture of escape. Song Shiyu half-knelt on the ground, crying. Lin Xiaowei half-propped up her body and lay on the cold tile, with the same tears on her face.

This kept the same movement for a while, and then, the three of us went limped at the same time, lying on our stomachs or sitting, and breathed a sigh of relief without any image.

"Brother!" Song Shiyu woke up suddenly, crying and running towards the main bed.

"Mr. Night, please help me over." Lin Xiaowei glanced at me lightly, and her face no longer had the smile she used to have.

I helped her to Song Jiaming's side, and the two girls threw themselves on his corpse, crying profusely.

His torso was withered, his skin crumpled against his flesh, but the blood in his body had not been lost. Shriveled cheeks, jawbones are clearly visible. Everyone has it to some extent, and the fat used to store energy is no longer in his body.

To put it objectively, he looks like a dried corpse, weathered and stored in a mummy for decades.

Seeing the two girls crying sadly, my heart was also a little sour. Although Song Jiaming's personality is not likable, he is a very good friend.

It's just that I didn't expect him to die like this. The dead give people a miserable feeling of the death of a rabbit and a fox.

I looked at him and suddenly let out a 'huh'.

"Get out of the way." Rudely pushed the two girls away, I touched Song Jiaming's pulse, and listened to his heartbeat, after confirming, I couldn't help but say ecstatically, "Damn, he's not dead." ”

I was so happy that I even burst into a foul language.

"Really?" The two women were stunned, obviously in disbelief.

"Believe yourselves, listen to his heart. Although the beating is weak and the frequency is low, it is still there. I smiled excitedly.

Lin Xiaowei trembled, impatiently climbed up to him and sounded serious, and soon wiped the tears on her face happily, "Really, there is really a heartbeat." ”

"Let's send it to the hospital quickly, if it drags on any longer, it is estimated that he is really going to die." I picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number.

The ambulance from the city's No. 1 Hospital soon arrived, and the nurses on the bus apparently knew Song Jiaming, and they were very worried about how Dr. Song, who had been fine a few hours ago, could become like a dead vegetative person.

After a series of examinations, Song Jiaming's symptoms were quickly checked. Excessive blood loss, lack of nutrition, and the body is in a situation where it is unable to make ends meet for a long time. Even the doctors themselves could not believe the results of the examination. How did a colleague who had met yesterday become so malnourished that he was on the verge of dying today?

Song Jiaming was lying in the ward with blood and glucose transfusions, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

The three of us sat on the edge of his bed in a daze, silent for a long time. My mind never stopped, and I kept thinking about what that face tumor was.

I haven't encountered the same situations and events myself, so I don't have a reference to learn from. But looking at the situation tonight, it should be a monster after the black hard lump in Lin Xiaowei's skull has been embodied. Otherwise, it wouldn't have hit her body and turned into a black mist and returned to her brain.

Because it grows, it's always starving. The vegetative people who have died on the same level in the last two months are probably eaten by it. It devours the life and nutrition of vegetative people. Fortunately, its ability is not enough to absorb all the life energy of a normal person.

That's why Song Jiaming survived. It's just that when exactly will he wake up, even doctors dare not be optimistic.

Silence, there is only silence left in the ward. The slight noise of the respirators, as well as the soft sound of the pulse meter and heartbeat monitor, became the only sound in the room.

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