Reminder before reading: This article is based on reality and contains fictional creations."Will you love me for the rest of your life? ”
The madman approached me and asked me with a strange smell.
"Huh? What do you mean? ”
I asked him, and the madman shook his head, put his finger under his lips and shhh
Then, I went to the hospital and came back with the madman gone.
The madman was removed from the world by them.
The madman has no one close to him but me.
The hospital is a place where rumors and miscarriages are abounding. Ghost stories are rampant, updated daily, and enjoyed by healthcare workers and patients alike. Where it's too gloomy, it seems that something more gloomy is needed to make it seem a little more cheerful.
The story that's been popular lately goes something like this.
At twelve o'clock in the morning, the sound of dripping water can be heard near the morgue. The brave will listen closer, and will find that the sound of dripping water is mixed with a crying cavity similar to a whimper. It was gloomy and gloomy, crying and talking about something.
* They say that it may be a baby who was abandoned before birth, and some say that it may be a ghost who died in a car accident.
But no matter how fierce the rumor is, when it reaches a particular place, it will always come to an abrupt end.
That place was Dr. Huang's office.
Dr. Huang is retired in three years, and he is experienced, kind, and does not have any old qualifications, and often takes the initiative to replace others.
In Dr. Huang's words, he is a lonely old man, his wife is dead, his son is busy at work, and he has no hobbies, so it is better to give time to young people to enjoy their youth.
The people in the hospital love Dr. Wong.
But the strange thing is that Dr. Huang has worked hard for most of his life, and he is only an outpatient doctor, and his classmates and even juniors have already been promoted, some have become directors, and some have gone to other more promising places.
So there is also a rumor about Dr. Huang, that Dr. Huang's wife passed away in this hospital, and he wants to guard his wife's soul. Although it was only a speculation, this rumor also touched a lot of new ** and doctors.
Strange to say, there seems to be a law in this world, the more people who don't understand death, the more they are full of fear of death. In Dr. Huang's case, on the other hand, he is happy to deal with corpses.
Dr. Huang has another stunt, no matter how ugly the death is, after the treatment of his hands, the custody is more vivid than that of the beautician of the funeral home, and the slightest wound cannot be seen.
Hospital: This rumor of crying began on the third day of the man's death.
The ambulance that day was rushing towards the hospital with a whistling sound, and the brakes were snapping. The man's whole body was bloody, and his pupils had begun to dilate.
Dr. Huang took over the case and after a few hours of resuscitation, the man died.
When he died, his hands had been tightly grasping Dr. Huang's wrists, his eyes were wide, but his pupils had dimmed, and the only thing that remained on the cornea was Dr. Huang's hands that were sighing at him and reaching out to stroke his eyelids.
Three days later, the man's identity was identified by his family, there was a traffic accident, and then, the body was handed over to the hospital for cremation.
The number twenty-three is written on the cell in the morgue where he once slept, which may be the last vestige of proof of his remains.
Dr. Wong was hands-on until the end of the matter. People who have done bad things always want to make up for it afterwards.
When the man was taken to the hospital, he laboriously spat out a few words to him, saying that he didn't want to die. He didn't listen to the man and did a little tricking during the operation.
No way, the quality of the man's organs was so good that everything was intact except for his broken spleen and heart.
The man helped him make a fortune. Dr. Huang thought that if his wife was still there at this time, maybe someone would share this happiness with him.
A few years ago, on the eve of his son's departure abroad, if such a windfall appeared, Dr. Huang felt that he would definitely offer three high incense sticks to the Bodhisattva every day. But now, money is a secondary thing.
People are always like this, they hate when they don't have it, and they become indifferent when they have it. Never satisfied.
He hadn't been home for days. It's not interesting to go back, since his wife's accident, his son has been extremely cold to him, even if they are under the same roof, the two just nod and say hello when they meet.
For Dr. Huang, the atmosphere at home is not much warmer than in the morgue.
On this day, when he was resting in the water room, he heard the two little ** next door talking about this new rumor.
One speaks and listens, and the one who speaks, we call her A, and the one who listens attentively, we call her B. Dr. Huang was drawn to their words.
A: "Really, really, I walked through the door that day and almost didn't die of scare. ”
B: "Did you really see that person?" ”
A: "Yes, it's clear. Standing in front of that cabinet, I don't know what to find. ”
B: "Male or female?" ”
A: "I can't see clearly, I'm scared to death, how dare I look more." At that time, the house was gloomy, and there was that kind of miserable crying sound, I glanced through the crack in the door and quickly ran away, and I was not very safe when I returned home. ”
Dr. Huang leaned over, took a sip of water, and spoke.
When did you see it? ”
A: "It was a week ago, and I was on duty that night. ”
Dr. Huang: "Did you see a ghost?" ”
A: "It's not just me, many people have seen it, that person is hooked at the waist, it's scary." ”
Dr. Huang took another sip of water and laughed.
I know the man you saw. ”
B: "You know? Have you seen it too? ”
Dr. Huang: "Of course I did," he paused, leaning over mysteriously and lowering his voice, "that person—that's me." ”
A and B were stunned for a moment, glared at Dr. Huang, relaxed their serious expressions, and spoke with an angry smile.
You just like to play tricks on people. ”
Dr. Huang laughed a few times, turned away with his cup in his hand, and the voice of bfear wafted from behind him.
Back in the office, the bell rang for the end of work. Dr. Huang looked at his watch, seven o'clock. The son and his new girlfriend went to listen to the ** drama, and he ate alone tonight.
Thinking of this, Dr. Wong thought of his son's new girlfriend again.
A beautiful little girl, very fashionable, a typical urban girl, tall, fair-skinned, and particular about wearing.
When they were together, Dr. Huang was very opposed, so he had a long quarrel with his son. The reason is simple, the girl is blind in one eye, and I heard that she has a boyfriend who has been dating for many years.
It's not that he discriminates against people with disabilities, it's just that the disadvantages of blindness are innumerable, and as a doctor, he knows better than anyone else. What's more, the girl hadn't broken off with her ex-boyfriend when she was with her son. So Dr. Wong always believed that the relationship was just another rebellious situation by his rebellious son.
Dr. Huang played with his pen, scribbled the girl's name on the paper, and stared.
He always felt that the name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
The madman is a very poor fellow, and his house is almost all over the house. The house I lived in with him was said to have been left to him by his parents, and he then transferred the name of the head of the household to mine. Now I've sold the house, and two hours later, a black sports car will come outside and take me to another spacious and comfortable place.
The madman used to be a painter, but unfortunately his paintings never sold. When I was younger, I loved romance, and now that I'm older, I just want a stable life.
I decided I wanted to leave him.
From the day this decision was made, I was disgusted by everything the madman had done.
The newly bought clothes, the meals made, the topics of conversation, everything, all looked so shabby. I started arguing with the madman for a long time, throwing things. Crazy people always hold me at the last minute, trying to appease my anger.
But the madman doesn't know that what makes me angry is the fact that I can't get rid of him.
It was that night that prompted me to leave.
I was sitting in my room that day listening to **, and then I heard the footsteps of a madman leaving outside the room. I don't know what prompted me to quietly open his drawer and find a black-skinned diary at the bottom of the drawer.
I never knew that a madman had a habit of keeping a diary.
I started reading his diary, and the more I read, the more chill I got on my vest.
The diary is full of resentment towards me. He was like a real madman, telling his hatred for me and writing love words that he couldn't do without me.
That's really creepy.
Seeing the last, most recent one, happens to be something he recorded after my fight with him last night.
The last sentence of that last page reads.
I want to be with her forever, and I want her to never be separated from me.
The words that swore as they were ordinary made me shudder, as if I had seen some kind of curse-like warning.
The next day I told the other him, the wealthy him.
That one he told me he was going to talk to this madman.
I waited at home for a day, and in the evening, the madman came back with an ugly face. I sat in silence at the other end of the table and watched him, he buried his head in his meal, chewed hard, and swallowed hard. It's like that bowl of rice is me.
Then when the madman had finished eating, he got up and went to clean up. I looked at his back and spoke.
I said, let's break up.
In response to me, there was a wail when the chopsticks fell to the ground and shattered.
The next day, Dr. Wong took a leave of absence. I received my son's ** early in the morning, and I informed him in a formulaic tone that I was going to accompany my girlfriend to another province for a corneal transplant, which might take about half a month.
At the end, a girl's voice came from the other end, and she said softly, uncle, take care of your body, like a goodbye.
Dr. Huang sighed and hung up the **, turned around, and stared at the empty wall in a daze.
In the past few years, the family's situation was very poor, he had a fixed salary every month, his son was still in college, his wife was seriously ill, and the family was tight.
For a while, his wife's illness seemed to improve slightly, so he often took her for a walk in the street.
But within two days, disaster struck, and my wife was hit by a truck and was no longer able to do so when she was sent to the hospital. Dr. Huang still remembers his wife's appearance, staring at him with round eyes, his fingers curled into twig-like curves, as if he didn't have time to say anything.
His wife's posthumous makeup was painted by him. The painting is even more beautiful than when she was alive, and people like this kind of superficial work. Son from school.