horror effect

The treatment of Julian's foot injury lasted more than an hour. Because of the local anesthesia, he didn't feel pain, but the feeling of the medicine washing, the needle piercing the flesh, the scalpel cutting, and the wound stitching made him sick.

It has always been so.

He was shot in the leg when he was young, and the operation was similar to now. He can almost recall the unbearable feeling of the scalpel touching the bullet, the squeaking sound of the drill bit into the bone, and being dissected by electric power. The horrible smell of dead flesh removed by the knife.

He thought he had forgotten all these things long ago, but the reality was not the case.He closed his eyes and felt the doctor bandaging him.He didn't want to think about his past experiences, so he began to think about Stephen. He felt that this young man should carefully wipe out the traces of their daring actions. With his knowledge of archaeology, it was not too difficult to do this.

However, Julian was not blindly optimistic. In such bad weather, no matter how shrewd a person would miss something, besides, Stephen is not a person who can keep a calm mind at all times. Excited, this character is potentially dangerous.Perhaps, what this action brought them would be the disaster of prison.

He imagined the headlines on the front page of the newspaper—British Correspondent East European Body Robbers and Graves. Before he left London, he had promised to send back a good article. Now, he not only sent back a good article, but also sent Sent himself to prison.For Julian, this is not a particularly troublesome thing, he will regard it as a special experience.But it was very different for Stephen. He was still a young man and had not suffered any setbacks.

He is expected by his parents, his social life has just begun, and a prison disaster may ruin his life.Thinking of this, Julian began to blame himself for being sloppy, the two of them were far from capable enough to fight against the white lion.

Maybe it's better to stop their investigation before the real disaster comes. Didn't Papa Colivan warn them that the incident in the cemetery just now may be the warning of the white lion-stop, don't move forward.

However, he didn't want to give up easily, he was too curious, and so was Stephen, they liked to get to the bottom of it.give up or continue?He has to choose.Julian was troubled by this, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong with you?" Nikolai asked.

"Oh no, I was just thinking about something..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the medical center opened, and Stephen rushed to the treatment room, but he slowed down as soon as he saw Hostatova and Nikolai.He was covered in snowflakes all over, his face was pale, he blinked constantly, he looked a little panicked, and there was glistening sweat on his cheeks.

He walked up to Julian, looked at the doctor, and said to him, "Um... sorry, I didn't find the phone book you asked for, I didn't see it, I got there... and found..." He stopped, Eyes wide open looking at Julian in bewilderment.

"Wait, wait, let me see," Julian said, holding out his hand to stop him, "you must be there, right?"

Stephen nodded.

"You see the rucksack open?"

"Yes, I saw it, but..." He hesitated, and said, "The backpack is not open."

Julian was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but was reprimanded by Dr. Hostatova to go back.

"You said the backpack you saw was closed? It was like that when you arrived?"

"Yes, and, it's very tightly closed, I can't open it, so..."

Julian raised his hand to signal him not to speak further. "I see. It's closed, so you don't see what's in it, and you don't find the phone book. It's 'closed'...never mind, Stephen. Forget about it today, and you'll see it after daylight Look, maybe you can find it. Thank you. Start again tomorrow, and continue tomorrow!"

He stretched out his hand to Stephen, who froze for a moment, and then held it tightly. Between their clenched hands, an unknown secret flowed.

They stared into each other's eyes—gray eyes, black eyes—and found in them the reflection of their own thoughts, so alike that they were both filled with a fierce, raging fire that struggled to get out of their skulls , Pentium into the vast world, trample the earth like a walnut shell under your feet.

After Stephen left, Nicola asked Julian: "What were you talking about just now? Just for a phone book?"

Julian smiled and said, "Well, it's really just for a 'phone book'. Some insignificant things are very interesting to some people."

The next morning, Stephen came to the cemetery again and wandered around the tombstone of Berkes for a while.

The inscription on the tombstone had disappeared, and if he hadn't remembered the relationship between them, he might have mistaken it.This is what he expected: as soon as the game of illusion is over, the false inscription on the tombstone has fulfilled its mission of existence.

The thick snow at the foot of the tombstone is soft and flat, without any trace of being dug up.

The footprints on the snow were just stepped on by him.Stephen was sure that no one would be suspicious, and then he walked around a dozen steps away to Theoros's new tomb, and found nothing unusual.

Stephen was going to go to the medical center to tell Julian what he saw, when there was a voice from the main entrance of the cemetery, and several people were walking in.

The leader of this group was Klodkov, the caretaker of the cemetery. He was talking loudly and drawing pictures, making strange onomatopoeia from time to time, while the people around him surrounded him.Seeing Stephen, Klodkov greeted him from a distance, and then continued to say to the people around him: "Ah! I was here last night!"

This sentence surprised Stephen. He walked into the crowd and listened carefully to what the cemetery caretaker said.

"That's right! It's here! I saw it! You can't imagine what a surprise that was. I drank in my room--it's cold at night, isn't it? Port Ellen's good whiskey, smoke Strong smell--was drinking when suddenly there was a creaking sound in the graveyard, like rusty iron loose leaves turning on an old wooden door, or something hard rubbing against each other. But I believe it was Teeth grinding. Oh! You've got to believe me! I ran out with the bottle in my hand, the snow was heavy, but right here I saw a blinding light stretching from the ground to the high In the air, in the light, stood a snow-white lion! It was so strong, the height of two men, and its mane shook like a flame. It roared at me - just once - very big and majestic Terrible. I dare not move."

"You didn't pee your pants in fright, did you!" A person next to him said with a smile.

"I'm not going to do something stupid like that," Klodkov continued. "I just froze and couldn't say a word with my mouth open. I didn't dare to go forward because it blocked the way. It Eyes staring at me—you know those feline eyes—frightened the light in the night, and made me back away. I had to go back into the house."

"Crawled back after being frightened!" There was another burst of ridicule.

Klodkov was a little annoyed, and he said loudly: "Just laugh! Just giggle! When the white lion stands in front of you, you may even lose the strength to stand! Huh! You people, you know Laughing at people all the time, making fun of other people's misfortunes and sufferings. The white lion did nothing to me, but it did to you—it will eat each of you!"

Maybe it was because of Klodkov's anger, or maybe it was because of the fear of the white lion in their hearts, those who joined in the fun restrained their mocking expressions, became worried one by one, and left the cemetery one after another.Seeing that everyone had left, Klodkov shrugged his shoulders boredly, and was about to go back to the room, when Stephen, who was on the side, stopped him. "Wait, Klodkov, is everything you just said true?"

"Of course, I can swear."

"Oh, that's not necessary. I wonder, the white lion just blocks your way and does nothing else?"

"It didn't do anything." Klodkov emphasized. "It didn't kill people like in the legend. You have to understand that Theoros just died. I thought the white lion picked me this time. But what did it do?" None." He shook his head, seemingly disappointed.

Stephen patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are very lucky to meet the white lion without getting hurt. Who knows if other people can have your luck."

"You mean the white lion will appear again."

"Well..." Stephen said, "Why not? It's happened twice in a row. What's the difference if it happens a third time or a fourth time? It's an interesting thing after all."

Klodkov looked at Stephen with surprise and disgust. "Funny?! I don't think so. Ah! It's going to kill. Let's pray God the devil can't see the light.  …"

He muttered, turned and walked towards the church. Stephen looked at his back gradually walking away, and was stunned for a while, then suddenly grinned and laughed. "Gee. It's a funny thing, it is."

Julian Raymond was lying on a hospital bed with his injured right foot suspended in the air.Nikolay had just changed the dressing for the wound and ordered him to take several kinds of pills—if he had done it himself, he would have poured most of them into the crack in the wall.

Now Nikolai and Dr. Hostatova received patients in the consulting room, leaving Julian lying alone in the ward.

He felt very depressed. The accidental injury was on the one hand, and the failure of the grave-digging plan was on the other hand. In short, everything was not going well. All the roads were dumped tons of garbage, not to mention that he still had a little fever.He had nothing to sit on, and the feeling of depression was even stronger.He would have liked to have Valentine from the bookstore bring some thrilling novels, but Dr. Hostatova would certainly not allow him to read them.

He could only lie down, extremely bored, and in another hour, lunch would be delivered, but this did not arouse his interest, as he already knew from this day's breakfast experience—any hospital's nutritious meal would It's unpalatable, full of tasteless vegetables and lean meat, whether the meal is made in the hospital's own cafeteria, or as it is now, it's made to order by the kitchen of the Cedar Hill Inn from the menu provided by the doctor, as if the hospital Didn't know they were feeding the sick and thought they were a herd of pigs.

And he has to swallow the food, or Dr. Hostatova's stern eyes will never move away from you—your plan to hide the food under your tongue to spit it out when no one is around will fail, lady doctor Your mouth will be checked.

hell!Not all doctors in small clinics in mountainous areas are like this.

However, Julian knew in his heart that Hostatova was a good doctor, even if she didn't threaten you to live.However, this doctor lacks femininity. She has no gentle voice, no smile to soothe the sick heart, and no emotional sentimentality to regard the patient's pain as her own pain.

So, despite her beauty, Julian believed that he would never like her.

A long time ago—before he met Lidi, he once liked a gentle little girl. She was so soft and beautiful all over, with big ignorant eyes blinking.

She never disputed his decisions, she loved him, adored him, and felt he was right in everything.His life was her life, or rather she was happy to be overwhelmed by Julian's life and personality.

But in the end Julian got bored, and she annoyed him with an indescribable annoyance in every way.When they broke up, she wept and became a tearful person.But a few years later, Julian heard that she had married a doctor, had a baby, and lived the life of an ordinary housewife.

Then he met Liddy, who was the opposite of that little girl. Her personality was so prominent that she was even a little aggressive. When they encountered different opinions, they could argue for days, often quarreling and attacking each other viciously.

But this is also the charm of their life together, the mind is constantly spinning, the spirit is always in a state of excitement, Julian likes this kind of exciting life, but once he is over 30 years old, he starts to feel that he can't bear it.He doesn't have time to read a book in a row, and he can't continue to finish a thing he wants to do alone. His energy is cut into countless parts and thrown on any accidental things.

Liddy had worn him down too much, her personality was eating him away bit by bit.So they broke up, and Liddy died.And it was only after she died that he realized how deep her love was, and how proud she was that she didn't even bother to let him know that intense emotion.

Julian wiped the sweat from his brow.He didn't want to think of Lydia, she had caused him too much pain.

Next came Irina Theoros, an unhappy married woman who would have been almost perfect for Julian were it not for that.She is beautiful and has personality. Although she lacks knowledge, she is very smart. She understands the warmth of life and the importance of sticking to oneself.

They were almost a couple, but the sudden death of Theoros made it necessary for them to end, and Irene was right to break up, she seemed so noble, but she was farther away from Julian.

He closed his eyes.All these loves—good and bad—he missed.He shouldn't recall them anymore. What else is there but pain and regret?He shouldn't be thinking about them.

At this time, Julian heard voices from the consulting room outside. It was the voices of Stephen and the female doctor.And he thought of the boyish young man, of him looking at him with half-closed eyes, with a half-gentle, half-mocking smile, as if to say: Let me take a good look at this Julian Ray Meng's ridiculous guy.