Here Lies The Wicked

Banjo is a hospital male nurse.

Since he and his colleague Apai came back last night to clean up the body, people started feeling uncomfortable, cold and cold.

He's a hospital nurse himself, and he knows that he's been raining all night, and he's got a fever.

He thought he only had a small cold, so he could take some medicine.

But he found that after taking the cold medication, he was not feeling well, but was feeling worse and worse. He was unable to sustain himself, so at noon, he asked his classmate and colleague, Apai, to take his place, and then he took early leave to go home to rest.

Banjo slept all afternoon, until it was dark, and this person woke up a little thirsty.

Gonna get up and have some water.

Then continue to lie back to sleep in the warm duvet.

Tap, tap, the sound of slippers walking, Banjo getting out of bed wearing plastic slippers, walking on the floor...

Whoops!

Banjo drank several glasses of water, which made his throat feel dry and more comfortable, but his cold showed no signs of improvement.

He turned to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and when he saw himself in the mirror, he almost freaked out.

I saw him in the mirror, his face was inhuman, his face pale and pale, more pale than the foundation... it was the kind of miserable white.

Corpse!!

Exactly, just like those bodies he lifted last night, soaked in rain and white.

At this time, Banjo just felt weak and dizzy and just wanted to get back to bed.

Perhaps if you take your pills again at night and get some sleep, the cold will be better...

I must be too tired to work these past few days, I work overtime, overtime, overtime, weak body, I need to rest once...

At this moment, the mentally depressed and tired Banjo, his brain is slow to react, he just wants to get some sleep.

So he stroked his cold forehead, dragged his heavy body back to his bedroom and lay back in his warm quilt.

I'm confused... Banjo feels the lights flashing from time to time outside the bedroom window, it should be the lights driving on the street outside the house...

Banzhuang closed his eyes several times, but he could not sleep, lying on the opposite side of the bed, always hypnotized to sleep as soon as possible, but the more he wanted to sleep, the more people could not sleep.

Cover your head with a quilt and suffocate again.

Cover the quilt and suffocate again.

So many times later, the troubled Banjo, some of the embarrassment became angry, he pulled away: "Damn! What's going on out there today? There's always a light flashing around! ”

Banzhuang is angry, the street outside the house today, what the hell is going on "How come so many cars came and drove today, the bad-eyed car lights kept flashing through the window into his bedroom, flashing he was upset and couldn't sleep at all.

With that cheap, thin curtain cloth in the bedroom, you can't stop the lights outside.

So Banjo got up, and his anger rushed to the window.

Pull the curtains wide open.

As a result, the streets outside the curtains, dark, sparsely lit streetlights, crossed the rain screen during rainy nights, could not convey much light.

Only a few open stores have bright lights waiting on the street outside.

At this moment, the roads do not come and go, even the roadmen can not see, only the shallow night scene in the rainy weather, cool and lonely extra quiet.

Looking at the cold night view on the road, Banjo was a little stunned.

When he was lying in bed and sleeping, there were so many cars outside that the lights flashed that he couldn't sleep. Why did all the lights suddenly disappear again?

“Was it my cold that caused the hallucinations? ”

Banjo is somewhat suspicious.

He stood by the window sill for a while, watched the street outside the window, then shook his head, which was badly pricked by the cold, pulled up the curtain cloth and went back to bed.

But Banjo had just laid down, and the lights started coming out the window and into Banjo's bedroom.

It's like a car coming and going, and the lights go into his bedroom every other minute.

Banzhuang was going to ignore this time, he directly covered his head with a quilt, but could not breathe if he covered his head. After Banzhuang failed several times to cover his head with a quilt, he rushed off the quilt and got out of bed again and came to the window.

But something strange happened.

Just as he got out of bed, the lights out the window disappeared again.

It's like suddenly appearing and suddenly disappearing.

At this time, the road outside the window is still the night of Xiao Leng Yu. Don't talk about the car on the road, there is no one on the road.

As if the car had come and gone before, there were frequent lights crashing into his bedroom, all in his own hallucinations.

“Is it true that I am too tired, that I have a serious cold, that I have hallucinations? ”

Banjo couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

This time, after he lay down, he intended to leave the outside, cover his head directly with a quilt, leaving only a small seam for breathing in his mouth.

“Suck…”

“Phew…”

“Suck…”

“Phew…”

……

Sleeping in confusion, Banjo seemed to feel something flashing his eyes.

Banjo slept very shallow and he woke up immediately.

You can see in the crack of a quilt he left behind, there was a light coming in from the front, the light shaking every other time, every other time, it was the front light that woke him up.

“Damn it! Who the hell is this prank? ”

Banjo complained that he felt that someone must have fooled him, or why did the lights flash when he lay down?

But the next second, Banjo's scalp exploded suddenly, instantly, and he was frozen, because he suddenly remembered that his bed was a certain distance from the window, that he was facing the window, that his face was lying against the side of the wall, and that the light outside the window could not come in front of him!

His front is nothing but a cold, icy wall.

So, where did this light come from?

At the corner of his bedroom! There is a second person present!!

Banjo almost got his tongue frightened by the idea that his heart was beating fast, like a drum, but his body was cold from head to foot, like a falling ice cellar.

Cold hairs are raised upright.

People shake and tremble in their quilts.

Banzhuang held his breath, people were scared to breathe at all. He secretly lifted some duvet cracks with one hand, then pressed the corner with the other hand, controlled the duvet cracks don't open too big, then revealed half his eyes and peered at the corner of the wall outside the bed.

But the lights were not on in the bedroom, the sight was too dim, the corners of the bedroom were dark, and Banjo could not see clearly.

He curled the entire blanket, one hand pressed against the corner, tightly covering his mouth, the other hand lifted the blanket gap a little... and a little more...

The next second, Banjo's body shivered cold, his eyes filled with fear, and he tried to cry out for help, as if his voice had been strangled, he couldn't even cry out.

A pair of eyes, squatting beside their own bed...