Chapter 137 hand story

Watching TV, the man accidentally lost his arm. The doctor sawed off the dead man's forelimb and transplanted it to him. The operation was very successful. For more than ten years, the man and the dead man's hand got along harmoniously, more harmonious than many couples. The source of the dead hand was originally kept secret; however, one day, the man discovered that the hand transplanted to his body belonged to a murderer; this hand had killed many people. "What do you think?" the reporter asked the man. "I don't care what this hand has done before. Now it is my hand. I only care about what it will do in the future." The man said.

So to speak, it seems that he fell in love with a prostitute, because of love, they got married, and it was hard to leave; suddenly, someone came to ridicule: "You are a wife, you can be a husband." He understood: he can't control the past, He only looks at the future; no relationship is perfect. This "transplantation" story has a common feeling, so it is moving. Suddenly, I had a whim: what should I do if this dead hand loves to pinch people's necks and is out of control? On a dark and stormy night, the man entered the bedroom, and his newlywed wife lay naked on the bed; however, the man had no sexual desire, only murderous intent.The dead man's hand became very strong and grabbed his wife's throat; the other hand wanted to rescue, but unfortunately it was too weak, and the man watched helplessly as the "murderer" pinched his wife's throat.

He was so distraught that he wanted to cry but had no tears; because of hatred, the man cut off the hand to avenge his wife; because the lingering hatred persisted, he continued to investigate the life experience of the "owner of the hand". In the end, he discovered that the murderer was not a man, but a jealous woman, who was full of jealousy, cruelty, and always hurt others out of jealousy; a man loves this hand, and this hand gradually falls in love with the man who cares for it; Touching my wife with this hand makes the hand very sad, so sad that I want to commit another murder; the story develops in this way, and there are common feelings, but it is a bit surprising.