13 Mink Street Chapter 7

　　 stretched out his hand,

　　 touched the switch,

Open,

　　 "Plack",

light is on.

　　 Karen continued down and came to the basement.

　　 The perception of "terrible" often does not come from the physical object, but from the "self's brain supplement".

When decorating the basement of Inmelais's home, you will certainly not be so stupid as to design it in accordance with the “gloomy” and “depressive” atmosphere, but at night, even if your walls are all painted with Barbie powder, as long as you know that the inside is now lying With two corpses, you will not feel "warm" or "cute".

　　 The cry is still going on.

　　 came from Aunt Mary's studio.

　　 Karen walked to the entrance of the studio, this door was not locked...because you can't think of the need to lock it.

　　 Karen stopped, didn't turn the doorknob in a hurry, but turned her head first and looked behind her back.

　　 The aisle behind him is not considered dark because of the lights, but the revolving ramp from the basement to the first floor is still dark, making it hard to see it.

　　 close your eyes,

　　 took a deep breath,

　　 Karen hopes to smell the sweetness of hot milk,

　　 Unfortunately, he is not a dog nose.

　　Think of dogs,

　　 Karen lowered his head and glanced.

　　 The golden retriever, who was very enthusiastic because he put it into the house, didn't go down the basement with him;

　　 is really a dog that is not worthy of love.

　　 stretched out his hand,

　　 hold the door handle;

　　In an instant,

　　 is like the "channel" is suddenly switched, a kind of trance, not strong, but can clearly perceive the existence;

　　 immediately,

　　 The "cries" in the studio stopped abruptly.

　　 Karen turned her head again, the light bulb on the aisle above her head still maintained its normal brightness.

　　 "click..."

　　 twist the handle,

　　 opened the door,

　　 stretched out his hand again, touched the switch button next to the door as quickly as possible, and pressed it immediately;

"Snapped…"

　　 The lights in the studio are on.

Light,

　　 plenty of light,

　　 can bring great psychological comfort to people.

　　 On two stretchers in the studio, Mr. Jeff and Mr. Mossang lay respectively.

　　 Jeff smeared powder on his face, "glorious".

　　 It can be seen, it is a little heavy, and the hair has been combed to a middle point, and the hair spray is applied, and it looks... very energetic, I guess Jeff has not been so energetic before his death.

　　Mr. Mosang appeared to be "normal" a lot. He did not put on heavy makeup but paid more attention to details and naturalness. It seemed that he was really asleep.

　　 Aunt Mary fully "plays one over the other over the other" when she works; the difference between the welfare form and the normal form is reflected here.

　　 Of course, if Aunt Mary knew that Mr. Mosang's children were going to cremate him, I am afraid that Mr. Mosang would really be "beautiful" with the guy next to him, Jeff.

　　 Karen walked past Jeff, the previous cry with an old feeling, obviously not from a young man like "Jeff", it could only be...Mr. Mosang.

　　 But after standing in front of Mr. Mossan,

　　 Karen only saw Mr. Mossan lying there quietly, without other "heretics".

　　 stretched out his hand, dragged a round stool with wheels underneath him, and sat down with his feet cocked at the railing underneath the stretcher.

　　 Karen tilted her head slightly,

　　 just staring at Mr. Mosang.

at the same time,

　　 From the corner of his eye, I see through the open door of the office from time to time, paying attention to the aisle... well, it's mainly the **** at the end of the aisle.

　　 Time, it's a quarter of an hour once it has passed.

　　 In this quarter of an hour, everything was calm.

　　 is a man or a ghost,

　　You show up,

　　 Give me some reaction?

　　 Karen sighed and was about to leave. The warm quilt at night is more attractive.

　　 got up,

　　While passing by Mr. Mossan,

　　 Karen noticed that the button on Mr. Mossan's neck was unzipped, so he subconsciously reached out to help tie it back.

However,

　　 Just when the fingertips touched the skin of Mr. Mossan's neck,

　　 Karen suddenly felt dizzy in his mind,

　　 It felt like a faint smoke, and he staggered.

　　 Karen immediately stabilized his figure and leaned his back against the wall.

　　 "Woo woo woo..."

　　 The choking sound came again.

　　 Karen immediately raised his head,

　　 Right in front of him, Mr. Mossang is still lying there;

　　 But in the diagonal corner, there seemed to be another figure curled up in the corner holding his knees, crying.

　　 Karen, who saw this scene, didn't scream out with fear, he actually had enough psychological construction long ago;

　　 And for Karen, seeing a "ghost" is much better than "no ghost";

　　 In the latter case, he has to doubt whether there is a problem with his "brain" and "spirit".

　　 Therefore, Karen is more inclined to accept "This is a nervous world" than "I am a neurotic."

　　 "Mr. Mossan?"

　　 Karen made a questioning voice to the figure curled up in the corner.

　　 But the figure didn't seem to hear it at all, didn't make any response, and still sobbed to himself.

Karen stood up and walked towards Mr. Mosang, but his “line of sight” and “reality” formed a kind of “isolation”. When he walked towards Mr. Mosang, the distance between the two sides was not Close, but always maintain constant.

　　 When Karen's face almost touched the opposite wall,

　　 Mr. "Mossan" is still curled up in the "distant" corner.

　　 The "Damn" scene has not scared Karen until now, and this "supernatural constant distance" has made Karen a desire to explore.

　　 "So, what I see is not a real existence?"

　　 After saying this, Karen bit her lower lip.

　　 "I said something nonsense."

　　 immediately,

　　 Karen tried to spread his hands and slowly moved his position.

next moment,

　　 The curled up figure of Mr. "Mosang" also began to move along with it, no, it was a translation.

This feeling,

　　 Like a projector hung on his forehead.

　　 Is this... the soul?

　　 Karen is not sure about the "material" of this thing, after all, the distance is here, and he can't reach out and touch it.

but,

　　 Karen suddenly had an idea.

　　 Along with Karen's constant turning, the sobbing Mr. Mosang and Mr. Mosang who was lying on the stretcher were placed in the same direction.

　　 After adjusting the direction,

　　 Karen started to "focus" again,

　　 Move back and forth to fit Mr. Mo Sang and Mr. Mo Sang as closely as possible.

　　 Actually, Karen himself doesn't know why he did this, but it seems to be taken for granted. Of course, the "ghost" should be kept with his corpse, at least try?

　　 When the two sides overlap,

Karen clearly saw that Mr. Mosang, who was curled up, suddenly stopped crying. Then, he stood up in confusion, and in Karen's "gaze", Mr. Mosang lay down on Mr. Mosang. Body.

　　 The whole process is fast, extremely smooth and smooth;

　　 And when the two sides completely overlap,

　　 Karen only felt like he had a hand, and suddenly grabbed his "brain", yes, it was the "brain", not the forehead, the back of the brain, nor the scalp, but in the depths of his brain;

　　 "Ba Ji",

　　 Squeeze directly,

　　 jerked outward!

"Well…"

　　 Karen let out a painful cold snort, and fell to his knees, subconsciously supporting the floor tiles with both hands, otherwise he would pay tribute to Mr. Hoffen during the day.

　　 But Rao is so,

　　 Karen also clearly saw a drop of blood dripping on the blue and white tile in front of him.

　　 Nostril...Bleeding again.

　　 One hand, covering his nose, Karen reluctantly stood up at first.

　　 While he got up,

　　 Mr. Mossang, who had finished makeup, who was lying on the stretcher, also sat up slowly.

　　 The movements of the two are almost synchronized, silently synchronized.

"Well…"

　　 Karen let out a low cry.

　　 Although he knew that all these "death" behaviors originated from his own initiative, when he saw a corpse sitting upright in front of him, he still couldn't avoid the shock from his mind.

　　In the impact, it brought a little panic, a little doubt, a little daze, and...absolute excitement.

　　Mr. Mosang gradually changed his posture, from sitting on the stretcher to kneeling on the stretcher. His eyes were open, but there was no color, it was a very monotonous off-white.

　　 "Please... please... don't burn me... don't burn me... cremation flesh... no forgiveness... cremation flesh... no forgiveness..."

　　 Karen swallowed,

　　 looked at Mr. Mosang who was doing "worship" and "begging" to himself in religious rituals.

　　 I heard Aunt Mary said that in the doctrine that Mr. Mossang believes in, believers are not allowed to cremate their bodies, and for a devout believer, showing their faith and loyalty is nothing more than two things... "life" and "death."

　　 Life is the "life" when entering religion, and death is the end of oneself, and at the same time it inherits the "life" in the religious sense.

　　 The "crying" I heard earlier was a bitter grievance from Mr. Mossan.

　　 "Mr. Mossan? Mr. Mossan?"

　　 Karen tried to call him.

　　 "Please... don't burn me... please... don't burn me..."

　　Mr. Mosan still repeated his prayers.

Oh,

　　 Is there no way to conduct peer-to-peer communication, is there only a kind of "instinct" left?

　　 Or, use what I have been used to in my life, which is...obsession.

　　 But how did all this happen?

　　 Aunt Mary, Uncle Mason, and Mina have never said that corpses will produce "mutations", that is to say, this world should be normal in the eyes of normal people.

　　 But the first time was "Jeff", the second time was Mr. Mossang,

　　 encountered this kind of change that originated from the remains twice in a row,

　　 Karen has to doubt... No, it is almost certain that all of this has an inseparable cause from him, and the triggering medium should be with him.

　　 Was it the original "Karen" reason, or was it the reason why I "waked up"?

　　 "Please... don't burn me... don't burn me... don't burn me! Don't burn me! Don't burn me!!!"

　　 Karen noticed that Mr. Mosang's speech speed began to increase, his shoulders began to tremble slightly, and his eyes, which had no gloss at all, were gradually being filled with bloodshot eyes.

in the air,

　　 A dangerous atmosphere began to fill up.

　　 "Mr. Mossan?"

　　 Karen yelled again tentatively, and at the same time his body began to move;

　　 The beginning of the matter was a bit weird, but the development of the matter seemed to be proceeding in accordance with the "normal" he could understand, such as...what would it do after a corpse suddenly woke up "fraud".

　　 However, just as Karen passed by Mr. Mossan's side,

　　Mr. Mosang suddenly raised his head:

　　 "You guys want to... burn me!"

　　 suddenly,

　　Mr. Mosang's eyes were completely covered with blood, and his body was shaken up;

　　 Yes, shake it up, the coordination between the muscles, bones, and the whole body seems to be non-existent at this time, but the ribs just stand up, like a fish thrown on the shore, jumping up!

"boom!"

　　 Karen only felt that she was hit with a heavy blow on her back, and she fell forward.

　　 After he fell, Karen immediately supported the ground with both hands and turned his body. At this moment, Mr. Mossang also clung to him, and quickly reached Karen's neck with both hands.

　　 Karen raised his knee and pushed it towards Mr. Mossan;

　　 But this body is really weak at first, and the physique is not good at all. Secondly, Mr. Mosang's weight now can be said to be heavier than when he was alive.

　　 Karen not only failed to lift his knees, but under the pressure given by Mr. Mossan... lay flat.

　　 "You guys... dare to burn me!!"

　　Mr. Mosan opened his mouth,

　　 directly bit down Karen's chest.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Karen's chest seemed to be hammered by a stone, and it was very painful, but the blood and blood did not appear as expected, because Mr. Mosang had lost his teeth before he was alive, and he had to use false teeth to eat.

　　 Therefore, Mr. Mosang was lonely before.

　　 But Mr. Mossan's hands have already clung to Karen's neck, and he starts to exert force. His legs, his driving, are more like an octopus, entwining Karen's death stick.

　　 Karen tried to break free with both hands, but his struggle seemed a little futile at this time.

When 　　 was almost desperate,

　　 Karen, who was pressed on the tiles, could only turn his head and look at the entrance of the studio;

　　 "Dare to burn me!!"

　　Mr. Mosang is like crazy!

"Snapped!"

　　 is like the sound of metal hitting, and like a light bulb exploding,

　　Or,

　　 is like a snapping finger?

　　 Karen can't distinguish the tone clearly now, but he relaxes in his heart, screaming...I'm saved.

　　 However, after the voice came,

　　 "Ah ah ah ah!!! Burn me! Burn me! Burn me!"

　　 Mr. Mossang, who was originally "as crazy as mad", was completely plunged into a runaway.

　　 Carrenton felt that the force of the hands pinching his neck was much stronger than before. This is the state where his neck is about to be severed.

　　 Like a ham sausage, two hands grabbed both ends and began to twist in reverse, and then waited for one end to burst open;

　　 Karen's current "eyes", "ears" and "nose" have an illusion that they are about to explode.

　　 "Dare to...burn me!"

　　 "Actually... Me!"

　　 "Actually..."

　　 "Burn..."

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　　Mr. Mosang seemed to have reached a critical point, his body stiffened and he was paralyzed.

　　 After losing the shackles on his neck, Karen began to gasp. The air in the basement was not fresh, but Karen felt extra sweet at this time;

　　 This is not an exaggerated technique, but I have bleeding from my throat, and my nosebleed is also infiltrating my mouth.

　　 Karen pushed Mr. Mossang away from him, supported the ground with both hands, slowly moved his position, and stopped with his back against the wall.

　　 turned his head,

　　 glanced outside the door again,

　　 There is a dim yellow light in the aisle nearby, but in the distance, it is still black;

　　 Karen propped her face with her hands,

　　 a little while,

　　 patted his forehead a few times with his blood-stained palm.

　　 "Hey hey..."

　　 he smiled,

After 　　 laughed, he took a deep breath.

　　 in Chinese that does not exist in this world,

　　 cursed the world over and over again:

　　 "Malgobi, what kind of **** world is this..."

　　 The **** from the basement to the first floor,

　　Dis was standing there,

　　 On its face is Pu'er, a black cat crawling on the same height as the stairs on the first floor;

　　 Diss turned his head and looked at Pu'er,

　　 asked:

　　 "The last thing he said was the language of the alien?"

　　 The black cat raised his head,

　　 looked at Diss,

next moment,

　　 actually made a woman's voice, and said:

　　 "I have lived for two hundred years, and I haven't heard of a strange monster... who can create his own language."

　　 immediately,

　　 Pu'er added:

　　 "It's still so...complex and obscure."

Chapter end