Madness ecstasy

Doudou stared at it for a long time, then couldn't help scratching his head. He sensed the subtle emotion and felt a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, Doudou put his palms to his mouth:

"Hey? What are you doing? Are you crying? I'm not rushing you! But, isn't it time to transform?"

Chapter 75 Pale

Doudou would give this evaluation of the corridor and office at this moment:

The atmosphere was bad, the energy was bad.

In the huge messy scene, there were only him and the skeleton, who was not sure whether it could be considered a "human"; even after the other party died, he was still crying - holding a pile of small animal corpses and crying.

Originally, the radio on the wall could say some strange words that were incomprehensible to lighten the atmosphere a little, but now it was just pretending to be mute.

All this reminded Doudou of the last free terminal in the reading room of the city library - at that time he had to compete with the old man who loved reading newspapers, the lawyer who was looking up information, the college student doing research, and the crying elementary school student; it was simply a death struggle of desire, ethics and social relations.

In the end, after a long fight, no one got it because the terminal was broken:

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh--"

Thinking of this, Doudou shuddered all over and couldn't help making strange noises. He felt a chill running down his back:

Awkward. Yes, that’s the word!

Doudou quickly opened his palms and tapped his crown to dispel the tingling sensation; then he covered his mouth with his fists and coughed forcefully twice:

"Ahem, ahem. Um. Hello? Can you please come quickly? I'm still waiting here."

No answer came, the skull still wept—

But there were wisps of thin white mist floating out from the dark corridor that was tangled with wires:

The bones, shattered into dust by Doudou, drifted into a cloud, defying gravity. They dragged the shattered spine and leg bones with them, floating in mid-air. They passed Doudou and floated to the side of the skeleton, connecting the broken sternum and ribs.

The bone powder gradually darkened from a translucent white mist until it transformed back into a complete skeleton, like a photo that had been color-adjusted.

In a few breaths, the skeleton became "intact" again; just like before Doudou raised his fist to hit it, except that the long skirt was missing.

But it seemed unaware and continued to lie among the corpses and cry; the sound of its skeleton trembling became louder.

Doudou tilted his head, his anxiety over the monster's transformation easing slightly. He covered his mouth and murmured in praise:

"Oh! It turns out it can repair itself. I thought I broke it."

This was the first time he had seen such a scene; it was as if someone had turned back time and put every bone fragment back together perfectly.

Doudou wanted to continue making comments quietly, but quickly shut his mouth; because the strange phenomenon continued:

Crunch, crunch. The wheels of the flatbed cart slid forward—

The pet corpses piled together suddenly raised their heads.

They were originally stacked high like Mayan pyramids; now they trembled slightly, driving the cart forward.

The pet corpses all moved in unison, from top to bottom, following an order; one by one they jumped down and came to the side of the skeleton.

They still had bloody paste all over their fur, and their eyes were dead, with their pupils motionless.

There were no subtle animal-like movements—swinging, licking, sniffing, breathing—but the body was pressed against the skeleton, rubbing against it, as if being coquettish or comforting.

then--

Puff, puff, puff.

Faint explosions were heard.

One tiny corpse after another squeezed into the skeleton's frame until it burst under the pressure of the later ones, and the internal organs and blood splattered everywhere; but these sticky or slippery flesh and blood seemed to be wrapped in some kind of transparent frame and would not fall to the ground.

They began to "stick" into the cracks in the skeleton's skeleton, like applying cement between bricks.

The boundaries of each animal carcass are becoming blurred, becoming the contents used to fill the skeleton -

Transformed into flesh and blood in a skeleton's body.

[Oh, it’s changing. It’s starting to change! It’s starting to change!]

Although it was different from what Doudou had thought - he had thought that these dead pets would suddenly rise up, turning into a ferocious army of corpses and attacking him; this crying skeleton had some druid-like temperament.

The result was a seemingly sticky mess, but that was fine: Doudou considered himself quite tolerant; any monster setting was acceptable. This little oddity wasn't enough to surprise him.

But anticipation was inevitable - Doudou quickly held his breath and moved closer cautiously.

The skeleton is no longer a bare skeleton: the corpses of the pets are wriggling and changing, becoming flesh growing on it.

The protruding parts were flattened and the hair was buried in the flesh; in the blink of an eye, the pet corpses were no longer recognizable as "corpses"; they had turned into shriveled muscles and skin.

The skeleton is becoming human again--

In other words, becoming like a [less highly decomposed corpse].

The long skirt that had been shattered to pieces by Doudou's punch did not recover; instead, the hollow body was covered with dry flesh, like a piece of gnarled jerky - or a mummy on display in a museum.

Above the narrow shoulders, the slender neck bulged, as if it had been infused with flesh and blood: no longer a rich dark brown, it had become a waxy pale color, even where the entangled wires were wrapped around it.

This change continued to extend upwards until it covered the entire face.

The scalp turns blue, and then the hair bulges out of the follicles and stretches until it falls to the shoulders.

Now, the corpse's face could be seen clearly. Although the heart was no longer pumping fresh blood, and gravity had prevented the blood from flowing beneath the skin, within the horrifying paleness of the skin, it was finally possible to make out the face of a young woman.

Her face was thin, with deep-set eyes, a high nose, and lips as thin as a knife blade; her cheeks were waxy white like a plaster mold. Her hair was light chestnut, with scattered ends that curled slightly.

then--

The corpse opened its eyes: white eyes.

The fluid under the cornea stopped flowing a long time ago; the iris and pupil have become completely blurred and white, and the white and black of the eyes are indistinguishable, becoming a vague paste.

Or, more like a pale swamp:

The white eyes of the dead seemed to reflect nothing, yet seemed to be looking at everything visible.

The colorful rope made of electric wires was still embedded in the flesh of the neck, like a strange necklace.

The wires tightened gently, leaving her hanging there in a daze; she didn't move, but she also didn't shed any more tears.

-

"call--"

Doudou breathed a sigh of relief: this guy had finally transformed; he no longer had to stand nervously by the side, feeling the embarrassment of disturbing someone else's sad and lonely time.

But the air was filled with turbidity and an invisible weight—it weighed heavily on people's hearts, making Doudou unhappy:

Otherwise, he would definitely jump three feet high.

Just looking at the visual effects, this scene of bones turning into fresh corpses is one of the funniest things I've seen recently:

"Oh, so you should call it the [Witch in the Building]? I thought you were talking about the electric cord."

I finally had someone I could contact using the code name I heard on the radio earlier.

The [Witch in the Building] was still standing there in a daze, with no movement in her chest. It was unclear whether she was unwilling to answer Dou Dou's question or if she hadn't heard it at all.

Doudou didn't take it seriously:

There are all kinds of people in the world, some are talkative, and some are taciturn. This guy, who had just transformed from a rattling skeleton into a "fresh" corpse, seemed to be less talkative.

But Doudou was still a little depressed: if he had known there would be such fun things, he should have brought his good friends here tonight to share the scene in front of him.

At least get a camera or DV to record these things - when you go back, you will have nothing to prove and she might laugh at you; that will affect our friendship.

It’s strange to say: Doudou usually always thinks on the bright side of things, but this is the first time that he feels so depressed now.

Doudou tiptoed and walked cautiously to the witch in the building——

She didn't move, and the wires on her neck that were originally turning and rubbing stopped.

Doudou raised his five fingers and waved them in front of her face; his tone was a little awkward:

"Is the transformation over? Didn't it bother you? Then I'll continue?"

The witch in the building remained silent, without even a sway.

Doudou looked around furtively, like a thief. Then he suddenly stretched out his arms until they were bent straight back behind his body, his protruding shoulder blades almost touching his middle deltoid muscle.

Buzz.

A faint sound came from Doudou's muscle bundles, as if there was a whole choir with laryngitis hiding there, practicing throat singing in a low voice.

The next moment, Doudou's palms swung 180 degrees and returned to the front of his body.

It hit the head of the [Witch in the Building] that was hanging in the air by electric wires.

Boom--ping!

It was a sound that surged directly into the eardrum and pounded into the brain—more like standing close to a large forging machine. Originally, the center of a person's palm had some curved, hollow areas that produced an explosive sound when struck.

The head of the [Witch in the Building] disappeared in Doudou's palm, and a storm arose:

Bang, boom!

With Doudou's hands as the center, the exploding airflow swept in all directions; all the window panes and glass on this floor were blown into powder - the plaster ceiling bulged upwards in an instant, then shattered, nailing into the concrete skeleton of the entire building.

The corridor, which was originally a bit narrow, widened in an instant: the paint was peeled off the load-bearing columns, and the galvanized steel, concrete blocks and clay bricks that partitioned the small offices collapsed, then turned into shrapnel from artillery shells and bombarded farther away.

The corridor was no longer a corridor; in the blink of an eye it turned into a two-hundred-square-meter open space.

The camera in the corner didn't have time to record this scene -

It had been blown away to who knows where in this typhoon that started indoors.

Chapter 76 Sacrifice

There were no corridors anymore—just an open square. Broken doors, shards of glass, and chunks of cement were blown around, forming a rough circle.

The corridor, which had been crushed by the tightening of the electric wire noose, was also reopened by the storm.

Doudou stood in the middle and looked around. The witch in the building he had slapped had disappeared, leaving only crimson fragments and scraps of flesh on the ground.

"Huh? Maybe she acted too quickly. Maybe she has some new tricks? I didn't even have time to see them."

That slap must have completely shattered the witch in the building. At least, she was nowhere to be seen in the surrounding mess; only splattered bodily fluids and body parts.

But it's not over yet --

Doudou felt his heart growing heavier, as if it was about to fall into his stomach.

"Hmm - I get it. She can affect other people's moods, and it makes me feel bad too. Even the dead are not sunny enough."

He felt the subtle emotions left by the witch in the building, like perfume sprayed on his wrist, which could not be shaken off no matter what -

"Eh"

A strange feeling came from the palm of his hand, causing Doudou to lower his head:

There, tiny specks of pink, white, and red were rising—as if invisible threads were pulling them together again. This brain tissue, bone powder, and blood should have announced the complete disappearance of the witch in the building.

They swirl and gather rapidly:

Entangling, bonding, and reorganizing with each other.

First, it was a simple line, then it was like a sand tower, gradually solidifying and forming from the foot bones.

The hazy outline of the witch in the building appeared in front of Doudou again.

Doudou pinched his chin with his hand - he had never expected this resurrection:

"Do supernatural monsters like this really exist in real life? They can't be killed. They'll crush you into powder, and even that won't work? It's from 'The Mummy Returns'."

Doudou felt a surge of uneasy excitement. He was curious about this monster, but at the same time, defeating it felt like solving a puzzle, something that couldn't rely solely on pure violence and catharsis. The experience now felt a bit like completing a summer homework assignment.

But immediately, he cleared his mind of these depressions and chuckled twice:

"Haha! I just love a challenge."

He actually didn't like it very much - but the atmosphere had already built up to this point, and Doudou felt that this was a relatively appropriate line:

And encouraging yourself frequently is very important to maintain a good mood, especially in this depressing atmosphere brought by the witch in the building.

Doudou suddenly stretched out his five fingers and pinched the other person's still-reforming cervical vertebrae. With his other hand, he scratched his scalp and finally came up with a serious proposal:

"Hey, if I chew you up and eat you, will you come out of my stomach?"

"Forget it, it's disgusting. If it doesn't work, let's try again—"