Strange disease

What does death feel like?

Is it fear, pain, regret, relief?

Is it after decades of struggling that you can finally find rest and lead to endless bliss?

About a thousand people will have a thousand answers, and everyone is just guessing. After all, no one can return to the world after death and tell the truth.

For me, I rarely think about it while I'm alive.

Just because I'm a coward, I'd be terrified just thinking of my little toy at home having to recognize someone else as a father after death.

But now, looking at my arm, which was festering and pus again, I belatedly felt something was wrong.

A week ago, I had one.

From a certain morning when I opened my eyes as usual, I found myself in the refrigerator at home inexplicably.

Honestly, it's creepy.

I was taken aback, thinking that my sleepwalking was too ridiculous this time.

I know that I have never slept honestly. Once when I was in college, I fell asleep and read the weather forecast aloud in the dormitory. Several of my roommates laughed at me for three whole years.

What's even more funny is that after staying in the refrigerator for so long, I didn't wake up from the cold, and I slept soundly. It's a real pig.

The surrounding air was so cold, the bright blue indicator light was faintly on, and the cabinet door in front of me was covered with solidified snow-white ice. I moved my body with great difficulty, and found that the joints seemed to be rusted. The milk's strength touched his arm, but he didn't feel much, probably because it was too cold and his sense of touch was numb.

The whole forearm was as cold as frozen meat, stiff.

It needs to be taken out and thawed for half an hour before it can be used to make braised chicken legs.

It took me a long time to crawl out of the ground.

It's not that I deliberately dawdle like this, it's that my limbs are so stiff that I can't even move around, as if I didn't squat in the refrigerator for a night, but for a year.

It was very hot outside, and the ice scum sticking to my body turned into water droplets, dripping onto the kitchen floor, and I felt more and more like a big thawed chicken leg.

I looked down at the neat black clothes on my body.

Hey, was this the dress I wore before going to bed last night?

Where's my little grass-green dinosaur pajamas?

The familiar furnishings at home seemed to have a subtle sense of eerieness.

Headache, and a little dizzy, feeling a bit like the aftereffects of a violent impact.

In front of the mirror, I saw a pale, bloodless face, as if a poor scholar who had been drained of blood overnight by a monster.

I wish I could have a pretty monster to haunt me, at least my life would be a little more interesting.

Unfortunately, the reality is quite bloody.

I use the adjective bloody because it didn't take long for me to start to rot.

The skin seemed to have lost its elasticity, and when poking it with a finger, it turned into a sunken pit, and then the epidermis suddenly broke without warning, bleeding, leaving rotting holes one by one.

I panicked a lot, thinking I had some incurable disease, and turned around and was about to burp.

What's going on here? ?

How did I become like this overnight?

I recalled what I was doing before going to bed last night, and found that the picture in my mind seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog, leaving only a rough outline, but nothing specific.

It should be the same as usual, play games until midnight, and go to sleep when you are extremely sleepy...

I didn't do anything weird either...

Just when I was panicked and didn't even know where to go, I found that my mobile phone, tablet, and any electronic devices that could communicate with the outside world had disappeared.

I always play with my mobile phone for a long time before going to bed, until I can’t open my eyes, and usually put the mobile phone beside the pillow or the bedside table.

Why is there nothing? ?

Emma, ​​if I didn't know that I was the only one in the house, I would have thought it was a thief.

and many more……

I suddenly saw...a strange black coat hanging on the back of the chair in the bedroom.

I'm pretty sure it's definitely not my clothes.

First of all, I will not buy this style that looks super frigid and pretentious. Secondly, the size of this dress is two sizes larger than what I wear. The most important thing is that this kind of expensive brand is so expensive that I Can't afford it at all.

Help, what's the matter?

Why did I wake up, as if I had time-traveled into a script of a thriller mystery novel?

A lot of terrible thoughts rolled in my mind. Could it be that I didn't sleepwalk into the refrigerator last night, but a perverted robber entered my house, and after looting me, he stuffed me into the refrigerator by the way. Sleeping on the bed, leaving a coat before leaving?

Damn, the more I think about it, the more outrageous it becomes.

Are criminals so rampant now?

I grabbed the big IKEA shark rua lying peacefully on the bed and sunbathed twice, buried my head in its white belly and sucked twice, feeling as if I had calmed down a bit.

At this moment, I seemed to suddenly hear the sound of the doorknob being unscrewed outside the living room.

I...by...

Who and who and who?

Just came in so grandiosely?Why are there keys to my house? ?

For a moment, all the perverted killers in the horror movies I watched flashed through my mind.

With a creak, the door opened.

At the critical moment, my empty head finally took a breath, leading my stiff body to react subconsciously.

I tucked myself under the slats.

Hold your breath and calm down! !

After the door opened, footsteps sounded loudly.

The other party seemed to be walking around the living room, and then the footsteps were getting closer and closer, approaching the bedroom where I was hiding.

From the gap under the bed, a pair of legs appeared in front of my eyes.

………… Mom… help…………

Before I could utter this embarrassing sentence, a big hand with distinct bones reached in and dragged me out from under the bed as abruptly as a chicken.

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