Chapter 9 Chapter 7 Red Nails

A red fingernail was very long, a full ten centimeters in length. The red color on the fingernail was as bright as fresh blood, exuding an incomparably weird aura under the light. About one-third of people's life is spent in sleep. When people are in a sleep state, people's brain and body can be rested, rested and restored, which is helpful for people's daily work and study. I didn't sleep last night, and today I've been active all day long, thinking hard about the status quo and hoping to find a way to break the status quo. In fact, my head has already reached the state of generating load.So after falling asleep, I soon fell into a deep sleep. Naturally, I didn't know if I was dreaming or not.

But there is one thing that I vaguely noticed, that is, there seems to be a scratching sound in my ear, ringing like annoying flies.I, who was still very comfortable, suddenly felt oppressed in the dream. The air around me seemed to increase tenfold in pressure, making me unable to breathe. So I woke up. The corridor lights in the room were on, the dim light had a cold tone, and there was a flowing coldness in the air in the guest room. Only then did I realize that I was already sweating, and even my sleepiness was drenched.Strange, it's very cold here at night, but why do I sweat so much?

Puzzled, I got up, went to the toilet, turned on the tap and took a shower.Refreshingly turned off the light, leaving the small dark red light in the corridor on, and climbed into bed again to sleep. I was very tired and my head was heavy, so I slept soundly. After sleeping for about half an hour, I suddenly felt that something was poking my back. At first, it was poking through the quilt, and then it actually penetrated into the quilt.There is only a layer of pajamas between that thing and me, poking on the back, there is a tingling chill, very painful, the pain goes deep into the bone marrow.

My pajamas were fuzzy, and I couldn't wake up immediately anyway. I felt like I was trapped in quicksand, sinking deeper and deeper, and my thoughts were also drifting away. The hard thing poked over again, deep in his consciousness, he vaguely felt that it should be a finger.Whose finger is poking me?Or late at night, in a hotel room? No, I should be living alone, and the door is locked properly. Who, exactly, poked my finger? A chill ran up my spine, I struggled desperately, and finally woke up.As soon as I turned over, I widened my sleepy eyes and tried to look behind me. Behind, nothing.

The dim light in the corridor of the room opened up the view, but I couldn't find the thing that poked me at all.I was shocked and sat on the bed for a long time in a daze.My mind began to pull out from the muddy confusion, and my head became clearer. The pressure and chilly atmosphere flowing in the air made me involuntarily strengthen my vigilance. I turned on the main light and threw the quilt on the bed under the bed. The bed was empty, and the white sheets looked very harsh.I frowned and looked around desperately.Finally, in the direction where I felt poked, on the carpet only one step away from the bed, I actually found a suspicious item.

A red fingernail was very long, a full ten centimeters in length. The red color on the nail was as bright as fresh blood, exuding an incomparably weird aura under the light.I picked it up through the toilet paper and looked at it, but couldn't come to any conclusions. This nail should belong to a woman, and the nail polish on the surface is as fresh as if it was just painted on. The nail looks ordinary, but it made me frown, because it was removed from the human hand by means of torture. The nail was not cut off, but was removed from the thumb by something like pliers. Pull it up and down, and even the remaining meat is cleaned up.

As far as I know, such a method of torture is only practiced among the tribes in the Congo area of ​​Africa. Not normal, how could such a horrible thing appear in an ordinary hotel room?After every customer left, the cleaning staff should have cleaned it. What's more, the fingernails are still so bright, and even, there is still a residual temperature. Thinking of this, I couldn't help being startled again, and subconsciously threw the nail cap in my hand to the ground.Looking at this thing, I couldn't help but feel a dull pain at the place where the thumb of my right hand connects to the nail.

Whose nails are these?And who cruelly clamped it down?Is this really not a hallucination caused by my sleepiness? Looking at the nail lying quietly, I even began to not believe my eyes. At this moment, the phone on the right side of the bed rang abruptly, the harsh and dry ringing kept ringing, and the jingle and jingle made the already frightened heart even more restless.I stood in the middle of the room blankly, turning my gaze to the electric arc in the guest room, not knowing whether to answer it or not. The clock next to the door silently points to three o'clock in the morning. Who would call someone else's room at this time?This is really weird.

The phone was not going to stop ringing at all, exuding the momentum that it would never stop ringing if you didn't answer it.I waited for a full five minutes, and finally used up all my patience in the annoying harsh ringtone, and finally picked up the microphone, and then put it back with lightning speed. From the bottom of my body to my heart, I don't want to answer this call.I always feel that the call to my room at three o'clock in the middle of the night carries an ominous omen. After putting down the microphone, the whole room suddenly fell silent.I was a little tired, and sat back on the bed tiredly. When I lowered my head and looked for the red nails that fell on the carpet, I couldn't find them. Before I was surprised, the damn phone rang again.

My whole body was stiff, and I stared fixedly at the phone with my eyes.The noisy sound of jingling bells rushed into my ears, stimulating my cerebral cortex to ache. To accept, or not to accept?It seems that there are two choices, but do you really have a choice?If I don't answer this call, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, and there was a chill in my stomach.The speaking microphone was picked up with a "snap" and brought to the ear, and the room immediately fell silent.The other end of the phone was also quiet, and the speaker did not transmit any audio information to me.

"Hello, who is it?" I spoke. Since the other party is pretending to be dead, or it is purely a prank, but if the two parties do not take the initiative to speak, I will definitely lose.Although this logic is chaotic, it is obvious, after all, it is the handsome guy who was disturbed to sleep. In fact, at this moment, I already faintly felt that something was wrong. On the other end of the phone, there was still no one talking. Just as I was about to hang up the phone, my hand suddenly hung in the air. In the microphone, there was a faint sound of dripping water, drop by drop, like water from a faucet falling to the ground, and what was even more frightening was that I gradually and clearly felt a creepy and inexplicable feeling, as if the person on the phone That person was standing at the door of his guest room. No, it's even in my room. There is a sound of dripping water, there is a sound of dripping water... There is only one place in the guest room that has water, and that is the bathroom.I was cold all over, and tried to stand up and walked to the bathroom. The faucet in the bathtub was leaking drop by drop, which was exactly the same as the voice from the microphone. The person on the other side of the microphone was calling from here. But in the bathroom, I didn't see anything. The creepy feeling intensified, and my scalp tingled.I pulled the telephone line from the bedside directly to the door of the bathroom, and the line was tightened, and it was the sound transmitted by this tight line that made me so tense that I was about to break. The alarm bell was constantly ringing in my heart. It seemed that there was something forming in the blind corner of my sight that I couldn't see. It had been lurking in the room and peeping at me quietly.I didn't dare to hesitate, I threw the phone on the ground, grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room to the corridor. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the corridor was empty, and I knocked on the door of Ni Niandie's family while I was getting dressed.Not long after, Ni Niandie answered the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Xiaoye, you still haven't slept so late?" She covered her mouth with the five fingers of her right hand, and yawned continuously. I looked flustered, "Something is wrong in my room." Her tiredness dissipated immediately, her face showed a vigilant look, and then she pulled my face with her hand, and after I groaned in pain, she nodded, "Well, you are a real person. What happened? gone?" "Something's wrong, very wrong." There was an uncomfortable pressure coming from the open door of my room, and it was coming towards us.If the pressure had any substance, if my eyes could see it, maybe I could even see the invisible pressure crawling on the ground in a terrifying appearance. But Ni Niandie obviously didn't notice it, is it my illusion that you got it? "Hey, what is this?" She opened her eyes wide and grabbed my shoulder. When I saw clearly what she had caught in her hand, my brain seemed to explode, and it kept ringing. It was the ten-centimeter-long red nail. Didn’t I throw it on the carpet in the room? Why did it land on my shoulder?How is this going! "Strange, this thing looks familiar." Ni Niandie said hesitantly while looking at this red nail that would make ordinary girls look pale without fear. The uncle in the room also woke up. After walking over to look at me, his eyes were fixed on the red nails in his daughter's hand, "Hey, isn't this a souvenir I brought back from my trip to Africa eight years ago? Why are they here! " My head was in a mess, and I smiled wryly: "Just half an hour ago, I found this thing in the guest room. Then a lot of weird things happened in the room, it's hard to explain clearly." As soon as the words fell, Ni Niandie and her father changed their expressions at the same time. Ni Niandie threw the red nails far away, and shouted in horror: "Father's collection is all in the villa we escaped from, how could it appear here!" The uncle turned around and entered the house without hesitation, helped his wife up and ran out, "Run away, that thing is chasing you!" It was too late to say it, but after the red nails landed silently, they did not lie quietly on the carpet.It trembled violently, like a feather floating in boiling water, and instantly turned into countless black smoke, sweeping towards us. The four of us fled desperately without looking back. What we wanted was a room on the first floor near the lobby, and across the lobby was the parking lot.Black smoke is not considered fast, so we were able to keep our lives while fleeing. Under the weird eyes of the staff on duty in the hall, we jumped into the camper van and left without dust. The black smoke chased after it for a while, gradually became thinner, and finally passed weakly in the air. "Huh, I'm saved." I lay on the floor of the camper van, my heart beating wildly. Ni Niandie also covered her pale face, gasped for breath, and said with difficulty after a long time: "What's the matter, why did that thing suddenly become active these days. Generally speaking, it should rest for a while. " Uncle was driving the car with a gloomy expression on his face.He looked at the dark national road and sighed: "Speaking of which, we don't know that thing very well, and it seems that we have been a little careless recently. Forget it, it's better to be careful, we can't stay for a while." I nodded sympathetically. The uncle murmured, and then suddenly said: "Young man, you should call Ye Buyu. Well, you are quite clever." Is he talking to me?Is this a compliment?Should I be ecstatic?When I realized that my uncle had finally said something human to me, I felt a little excitement after being appreciated. I didn't expect that I also had a cheap personality. "for you." Immediately, he threw something in his hand, and I caught it quickly, and it turned out to be my mobile phone. There was not much emotion in the uncle's tone, "It seems that you should also understand the current situation. If you return the phone, you will not do stupid things impulsively." "Thanks." I held the phone in my hand and didn't turn it off immediately.Although my uncle said it lightly, men are not very good at expressing emotions. I can feel that this strong man in his forties has finally accepted his own existence. "Is this the fabled essential human item called a cell phone? Wow, awesome. I don't even have one!" Ni Niandie curiously poked my phone with her finger. This guy obviously played with it when he carried me into the car. Now he has an innocent and curious look on his face. Will I pity her?of course not! I quietly put the phone into my pocket under her begging eyes. She gave a depressed "cut" and muttered "what's the big deal" in a low voice. I pretended not to hear, and then glanced out of the car. The black casts a layer of mystery on the scene, and I still have nothing to understand about "that thing".According to the so-called experience Ni Niandie described and taught, the recent series of actions of "that thing" are indeed extraordinarily active.Why exactly, what makes it come alive? Could it be me, a foreigner? No, probably not, I shook my head secretly.Sunspots have periodic active periods. Who knows if the thing that doesn't know its status has active periods?Let's wait and see for a while. In short, one thing I can confirm is that I have become the priority target of "that thing"!It seems that there is too much Ni Niandie's breath on his body, causing that thing's hatred for me to surge, and it tries to kill me. I smiled wryly and looked at the face of Ni Niandie who curled up next to me heartlessly and fell asleep sweetly at some point. Alas, it's getting harder and harder. In fact, this is exactly the case. The camper continued to drive on the winding national road, basically not stopping except for refueling and eating.It's just been a day and everyone is exhausted. Of course, what is the state of the aunt lying on the bed? I, who don't know puppet magic, can't understand the puppet face. Enduring exhaustion along the way, I explained some common sense issues to Ni Niandie, who clung to me like a primary school student. She was particularly interested in playgrounds and university campuses, and forced me to sign an unequal treaty, making me promise to take her with her one day. Go play for a day and go shopping. Indeed, for the 21-year-old, she has been on the run since she was thirteen, and her campus life is only a pitiful three weeks.Under such a bad situation, she never gave up her usual study, and she always bought textbooks and insisted on self-study. This is really admirable to me. Old campers, hotels along the road and restaurants along the road are most of the windows through which she understands the world.Every time she stops to eat, she will buy a newspaper of the day, which is better than nothing to receive external information.Speaking of which, their family of three doesn't even have a mobile phone, so I really don't know how to evaluate it. On the fifth day of fleeing with Ni Niandie's family, I finally made up my mind to turn on my phone. The moment the phone was turned on, the dense text messages almost exploded the phone!There are more than 700 unread text messages, 99% of which are from Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl, and there are also messages from the old man of the detective agency and the dead woman of Lin Zhiyan who seem to complain, but are actually concerned. What I'm worried about is still going in a bad direction. Li Nuoyi offered rewards everywhere in newspapers, magazines, and TV to find my traces. She took out almost all of her property. The amount of rewards was so high that I almost wanted to mortgage myself to receive the prize. The Internet was full of stories about me. The information, as well as the large bonus, made my scalp tingle. After hearing the news that I was hit by a car and kidnapped, Li Mengyue rushed to Chuncheng at an astonishing speed.I don't know what she did, but in short, the underworld and the white people in the whole Spring City took action, looking for me. God!I really want to know what she did!After I go back one day, can I really still hang out in the country?It is estimated that I will stay abroad for half a year, and I will not dare to go home until the gossips subside and they no longer recognize me. Coincidentally, very coincidentally, Ni Niandie happened to be sitting next to me flipping through the newspaper, and my photo was printed on the front page of the newspaper. She blinked, looked at me, then at the photo, repeated several times, and finally said with emotion: "You are not as good-looking as you are in the photo." I almost vomited blood. I sent a text message to Li Nuoyi and Li Mengyue's mobile phones respectively, telling them not to rush to find me. I am not in danger for the time being, nor have I been kidnapped. I still have some things to deal with, and I will go back after I finish. Afterwards, Li Nuoyi's phone call came right away. I looked at her smiling sweetly on the caller ID, and sighed deeply, but I didn't answer, and hung up without hesitation. Just as I was thinking about whether I should turn off the phone, lest they use the phone signal to find me and bring consequences, the phone rang again after being silent for a few seconds.This time it was Li Mengyue who called, but I still hung up. Bingxue, who are smart, should be able to deduce some things. The phone didn't come back, and Li Nuoyi sent a text message: "A Ye, dear, dear, dear. Is it you? Is it really you? I was so scared, I thought I would really lose you. It's okay That's it. Don't turn off the phone, let me know where you are. I won't find you, I swear, never!" I smiled wryly, don't I know her yet?When she said "absolutely not", she must have notified Yang Junfei to detect the source of my phone signal. Once caught, she would definitely rush to it, and she didn't care if there was any danger. Within a few seconds, Li Mengyue's text message also came, "I'm Meng, where are you? I'll come quickly." This little girl did not know where to get the gunman, she is an electrical idiot, the degree of idiot is comparable to her cooking skills, the text message must not have been sent by her.However, I am really too lazy to comment on her straightforward statement, but the warm current in my heart lingers for a long time. Yes, I don't know when, I am no longer alone.I am growing up and growing up, and I also have a lot of concerns! Ni Niandie had long since given up reading newspapers. She secretly glanced at my text message and asked with a smile, "Those two girls, who is your girlfriend?" I can't be bothered to answer her. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to anyone." She looked at me with innocent eyes, and said shamelessly, "Do you think there is really a way to turn back in the current situation? If you go back, it's just bringing disaster to them. Let's get on with our mentality and run away together." , maybe I'm your right girl." With a serious expression, she patted my shoulder vigorously, making a look of "I am also helpless". I also patted her on the shoulder in return, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to solve this matter." Yes, as long as there is more information and more clues, maybe I can really find a solution to this strange and terrifying highway chasing soul and fate.I have encountered countless weird and bizarre cases, and I still have the last laugh. I don't believe that "that thing" is the last straw that overwhelms me. Turning off the phone, I quietly waited for the end of another day and the arrival of a new day.And Ni Niandie beside me seemed a little depressed because of my indifference. She pouted and followed my eyes to look out of the car. She was silent, what was she thinking?I don't know, but, I know she's tired of her current life.Even, tired of being alive. Because apart from being alive, their family has nothing left.