Chapter 8 02 Vomiting Tornado

Wenhui's house looks very ordinary and simple. Bamboo woven sofas and benches, floral woven curtains, black and white photos hanging on the wall, traditional dial-up telephones that have not been seen for a long time are placed on marble tables, and a fat and large video tube TV is stuffed in the center of the living room.The date green Datong refrigerator is placed in the corner, and the old compressor makes a humming sound. Everything was normal, except that it was a little dusty and thick, and the roses in the plastic vases that served as vases had long since withered. What's more, there was a mouse caught in a mousetrap in the corner. The cheep cheep cheeps and it doesn't look like the house is being cleaned.

No, it wasn't cleaning at all. Wenhui looked at me and rolled her eyes: "Don't you need to take off your shoes when you enter someone's house?" I quickly apologized, took off my shoes with a blushing face, and stepped barefoot on the dusty floor. However, it seems a bit unfair. "Ah, don't you wear shoes yourself?" I stared at Wen Hui. She wore her shoes well herself. "The floor is dirty." Wen Hui said confidently. Dry. But as a guest, I still force myself to abide by the etiquette set by the host. It's just that the floor is really dirty. When I stepped on it, my toes couldn't help but curl up.

Almost walking on tiptoe behind Wen Hui, my sight was quickly sucked away by the little things in the corner. "Wen Hui?" "Ok?" "This is..." I pointed to the squeaking mouse caught in the mousetrap in the corner. "Mice." Wenhui frowned. "I know, it keeps barking... like it's in pain." "Because the mousetrap caught it, of course it hurts." Wen Hui's expression was foul, as if she was explaining a simple one-digit addition problem to elementary school students. "Yeah, but... that... do you want to deal with it?"

I had just shut up when I saw Wenhui walking over with a straight face and stomping on the mouse. puff—— That scene made me almost vomit out the undigested pork ribs bento in my stomach at noon. Just as I was trying to hold back the urge to vomit, Wenhui vomited it out first, and picked up the plastic bag that had been in my pocket with lightning speed.As soon as it was opened, all the fresh dirt was put in. I stared blankly at Wenhui carefully knotted the plastic bag containing the vomit and packed it, then stretched out his hand and handed it over.This action disturbed me deeply. "Touch it." There were still broken corn kernels in the corner of Wenhui's mouth.

I'm super cooperative, and I actually reached out and touched the bag of vomit tremblingly. "Warm." Wenhui smiled. "Yeah." I pretended to be calm, but the warm touch on my fingers really made my scalp tingle. "Do you want it?" Wen Hui frowned. "I... I don't want it." I forced a smile. Wen Hui did not force me, but opened the refrigerator and put the bag of vomit into ice. If I read correctly at that moment, there are still many packs of red and white striped plastic bags frozen in the refrigerator.Are those Wen Hui's vomit?Why do you have to carefully freeze your vomit like this?

Compared with the well-preserved vomit, I looked at the mouse on the ground that had exploded and died. Wenhui didn't do anything other than trample on it, and didn't deal with it at all, and let the corpse lie dry on the ground. No matter, deal with the matter quickly, I have to leave this ghost place quickly. "Well, where is your father who suffered a stroke?" I looked around, deliberately ignoring the wet and uncomfortable feeling of my pants. "Do you really want to see my dad?" "I really want to." "Then! Stay tuned." Wenhui said mysteriously.

"Ah?" I tilted my head to one side. What kind of term is this? I saw Wenhui walking to the toilet in a serious manner, pretending to hold the rusty handle. Learning from the past, I immediately pretended to be looking forward to it. Wen Hui opened the door and shouted, "Deng Deng Deng!" I saw an old man in his sixties sitting on the toilet in a daze. The eyes of the old man looked dull, and the wrinkled penis was facing me, which made me take two or three steps back in fright. I am indeed a person who has seen ghosts, and I quickly settled down. "Hi Uncle." I bowed.

"..." The old man didn't look at me.Or, not looking at anything. I noticed that he was defecating, because there was indeed a piece of feces stuck in his anus, not up and down, and a little dry. I don't know how long it lasted like that. I think, either because the old man's stool is so big that his anus is unable to cut the stool by himself, or the stool is so big that he forgets that he is defecating.Memory loss is also one of the typical characteristics of the elderly. Wenhui yelled in the old man's ear: "Father, I brought my boyfriend home to see you."

"Ah?" I was shocked: "Shrimp!" Wen Hui looked at me and frowned: "Hey, what did you say is your name?" "Wang..." I was dizzy: "Wang Daming." "Father, his name is Daming. He's a nice guy, but he's a little ugly, short, and incontinent." Wen Hui continued to yell loudly in the old man's ear, "But it's fine if he loves me." !" "Wait, wait, I'm actually here..." I quickly denied. Wen Hui gave me a hard look, and the hatred in her eyes made me feel like peeing. Damn, it might not be as easy as I imagined to escape from here.

The old man who defecated at home alone regained his senses in a daze amidst Wen Hui's loud roar. "I want an egg," said the old man, looking at me. But I don't have any eggs, so I have to spread them with both hands. "I want to eat eggs." The old man looked at me stubbornly. I had no choice but to turn my head and ask Wenhui for help: "Hey, your dad wants to eat eggs." Wen Hui rolled my eyes angrily, and said disdainfully, "Did I hear that?" No one gave the egg, so the old man stood up from the toilet by himself and walked out of the toilet tremblingly.

I'm a big master, but I really couldn't help noticing the fact that after the old man stood up from the toilet, the poop that was still stuck in his anus was delayed.The old man just casually exposed his lower body, waving the crumpled bird and the dried poop, and walked past me. However, compared to that uncut poop... I suddenly thought of one thing: "By the way, Wen Hui, didn't your father have a stroke? How can he poop on his own and stand up and walk around?" "Stroke?" Wenhui gritted her teeth and said, "You cursed my father to have a stroke?" "Isn't it?" I was aghast. "My dad is just too old, what a stroke! Don't talk nonsense!" Wen Hui stomped hard. I had no shoes on, and the sudden trampling was killing me. "Okay, okay! I understand! Your father didn't have a stroke, but I remembered it wrong!" While hopping, I quickly admitted my mistake, and my heart was pale. Wen Hui was so annoyed that she stepped on me twice more before stopping. Immediately, the insteps of my feet were covered with rat corpses, and I almost passed out. At this time, the old man who wanted to eat eggs had already walked to the old refrigerator and tried his best to open it.But the old man was obviously not strong enough, I only saw a piece of dried up poop dangling on his anus facing me. "I want to eat eggs." The old man was a little discouraged and more helpless. While there's certainly nothing good in the fridge, helping people is also my forte. I kindly opened it for him, then took three quick steps back alertly. I saw the old man looking at the inside of the refrigerator, pack after pack of bulging red and white striped plastic bags, poking and poking, poking and poking on the plastic bags with his trembling fingers. Close the refrigerator. "Uncle, that's not an egg." I quickly explained, and then turned my head to look at Wenhui suspiciously. With an expression of nothing to do with her, Wen Hui just took out a new empty plastic bag from her pocket for no apparent reason. The old man didn't bother to untie the knot on the plastic bag, but directly bit the sharp corner of the bottom of the plastic bag, and sucked the muddy liquid inside... He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out.He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out. He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out.He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out. He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out.He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out. He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out.He was eating the rotten things that Wen Hui spit out. "Uncle! Vomit..." I wanted to loudly stop the old man from eating the vomit, but my stomach couldn't help but roll over.In just two seconds, the undigested bento at noon was instantly moved from my stomach to my mouth, and the powerful vomit bent me down. What to do?Just when I was about to rush to the toilet and vomit again, Wenhui rushed over first. "Oh!" I was shocked, covered my mouth, and waved my hands desperately to signal that my small universe was about to explode. "Yahhoo!" Wen Hui yelled strangely. She put a plastic bag over my head and tied a knot around my neck with lightning speed. ! I just threw up in the plastic bag, and the vomit whipped around my head like a tornado. My sight was blocked by my own vomit, and my nasal cavity was flooded with vomit, which was so choking that even my ears couldn't escape.The acid gas was soaring, and as soon as I stopped, the hot vomit was poured back into my mouth, making me want to vomit even more, so I vomited more without hesitation, creating a more powerful vomit tornado . When I thought I was about to be drowned by my own vomit so unexplainably, Wenhui pressed my head down heavily, and then untied the plastic bag to free my head. It's like a lifetime away, really... My face was covered with warm and sour filth, and I was panting for breath, and tears were squeezed out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wenhui repackage my vomit and put it in the refrigerator for storage. this woman... This crazy woman... Compared with the few suicidal ghosts I ran into in Lukang a few weeks ago, it's not much better...