Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen: Skull Perforation——Part Two: Like a Shadow

About three weeks after he had that craniotomy?I got a call from him saying he wanted to see me right away.I could hear the eagerness in his tone, so I didn't refuse.To be honest, I also want to know how he is doing after the operation. Still, when I met him, I knew he was terrified. I watched him come in. As soon as he entered the courtyard, I felt that something was wrong. His calm and composed temperament was gone, his hair was messed up like grass, and he looked flustered.If you have to talk about temperament, yes, fugitive temperament.Also, his eyes were morbidly anxious. I pushed open the door and let him into the room: "Hi, why are you in such a hurry? Are you being targeted by a cult organization?"

He looked around anxiously, with fear in his eyes. I stopped joking, and took out the recorder and turned it on after we all sat down. Me: "Are you... okay?" He: "I'm not good, something went wrong." Seeing his eagerness to take out a cigarette and knowing that I couldn't stop it, I got up and opened the window. He: "I've done Trepanation." Following the hair he lifted with his hands, one can see an arc-shaped incision on his forehead, as if the stitches had just been removed.On the inside of the arc-shaped wound, a piece of skin about the diameter of an adult's thumb is slightly sunken inward, which is not very obvious to be honest.

Me: "Then?" He: "It was nothing at first, it hurt a little. I took anti-inflammatory drugs for a few days to avoid infection. After that, I hoped that a miracle would happen. In the first week, nothing happened, but then something strange happened. I called a folklorist. I got some talismans to hang on my bed, but it didn’t work. I was terrified, so I came to you.” Me: "Have you consulted neurologists and brain doctors?" Him: "If people can't see it, they won't believe it, so I first came to you two." He should mean me and the folklorist. Me: "Okay, tell me something weird happened."

He: "It's not weird, it's scary." I waited for him to say. He took a deep drag on his cigarette: "I can see ghosts." Me: "...Where is it?" He: "There are places where the light does not reach." His current confused thinking and language logic make me very painful: "Can you fully explain what's going on?" It took him a while to gather his mind: "About a week ago, I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, and felt that there was someone else in the room besides me. At first I couldn't see clearly, but then I heard a voice, and I woke up completely. gone."

Me: "What kind of voice?" Him: "The sound of tearing something." He lit another cigarette—by the way, he almost kept smoking throughout the process. He: "At that time, I was not confused at all. I clearly saw something next to my bed, which seemed to be pulling something with my hands. I was frightened, and I yelled and turned on the light. The thing turned out to be the same as Like a fog, it fades until it disappears." Me: "Do you see what that is?" There was extreme fear in his eyes: "It's a thin human figure, it seems to be tearing out its own internal organs, and it's still very hard... I can't see the facial features clearly, it's too scary, I can't do it..."

I felt that he was about to collapse, so I quickly got up and got a glass of water for him, he drank it down, I took another glass and handed it to him, he held it in his hand dully, his eyes were dull. Me: "Is it like this every day?" He obviously ignored my question: "I went to the folklorist the next day. He told me what kind of evil it was, and then gave me some paper symbols, saying that it would be fine to hang on the bedside. I didn't dare to sleep. I sat Waiting on the sofa. Later, I was so sleepy that I closed my eyes for a while, and when I opened my eyes, that thing came again, squatting in a place where the light at the door could not shine, and bit by bit forcefully pumped from my stomach. Pulling things in and out... I held the remaining talisman in my hand and shouted at it bravely, it raised its head and smiled at me, and I saw a row of very small fangs..."

Me: "Does it look like a person?" He: "I don't know, I can't see clearly." Me: "Can you move out? Don't live at home for now." He looked at me desperately: "It's useless. I tried it these days. It's useless in hotels, friends' houses, and cars, and no one else can see it! It's obvious that you can't see it there! Moreover, it doesn't have to be at night, it is very difficult during the day." It will also be in dark places, and it follows me everywhere. As long as the environment is a little darker, it will come out, slowly and constantly dig out its own internal organs, I really can't stand the sound of pulling out and tearing It's..."

Me: "... um... have you tried to communicate or get in touch with it..." I think it's nonsense to say this myself. He: "He is transparent, everything I throw at him penetrates..." I saw the cold sweat running down his face like water. Me: "But didn't that thing hurt you?" He: "Its internal organs are almost finished, and there are very few things pulled out at night. I can see that its hands will search for a long time in its stomach. When it can't find it, it will look up and stare at me... ..." His collar was already drenched with sweat, and he was also in a weak state, as if he was struggling to sit still: "...I can't do it anymore..." As he said that, he let go of the water glass, and he also slumped down along the chair up.I hurried around to support him.I was terrified, and there was only one thought in my mind: don't kill my office.Maybe I'm more selfish?Or timid, but that's what I thought at the time.

... A few hours later, he was lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep. I asked my friend and the doctor who sent me to the hospital: "Is he exhausted?" Doctor: "Well, hypoglycemia and lack of sleep... Is he the one you mentioned with the perforated skull?" Me: "Well, yes." Doctor: "Why didn't you receive treatment then?" Me: "He was more normal than you at that time, how can I charge him?" Doctor: "...Why don't you observe, but the bed must be vacated before noon tomorrow." Me: "Well, no problem, I'll think of a way."

That evening, the friend who introduced him to me came, and so did the friend of the friend.I asked for his family phone number.His relatives accompanied him that night, three!He was less fussy. When I got home in the evening, I called another friend who specialized in orthopedics, and asked if it was possible to plug the hole in the patient's skull after a brief description of the situation.He said it would be better to ask the person who performed the piercing operation first, so as to be on the safe side.If it is drilled, it may be easier to block, if it is cut into pieces, it will be more troublesome, but it can be blocked.

The next day I went to the hospital again, and I heard that he had been rambunctious all night, except for crying and shivering. It took me a long time to get a call from the doctor who performed the craniotomy on him. Then I went outside to make a phone call - because I really wanted to give that guy a hard time and do anything for money! But I couldn't scold him, because the doctor who operated on him told me very clearly and firmly on the other end of the phone: "I did the operation because I was so pestered by him, but for safety reasons, I didn't To perforate his skull is just to make a superficial wound and thin a small piece of skull, what kind of hole is pierced, you think I am not afraid of accidents..." After hanging up the phone, I decided to help the patient find a suitable one. Hospital. As I walked back, I remembered a story: an ancient man named Ye liked dragons very much... At the same time, the question that has troubled me for a long time troubled me again: what is real? special statement The surgical descriptions, motivations, and statistical data of Trepanation mentioned in this article are all derived from European historical documents.But it is worth mentioning that all first-hand information comes from unofficial records (recorded by folks, and there are serious elements of extreme religious deception).Friends who are interested and capable of translating may wish to find and confirm by themselves (the author will not recommend bibliography here). It is especially emphasized that the author of this article does not agree with this kind of operation and the so-called "ability" obtained after the operation. Readers are requested not to trust this kind of operation and the "ability" brought about by it.If someone insists on trying skull perforation (Trepanation) after reading this article, then the author of this article has nothing to do with the consequences. Hereby declare.