Chapter Seven: Daring to Bring Back the Red Dust to the Human World for @Namo Zhīsuì Lǐkē Fójiā Gēng
Suddenly, my head buzzed and a strange feeling came over me. I don't know how to describe this feeling - it was like a warm breath that originated from below my navel, flowed through my intestines, stomach, esophagus, and finally flowed out of my mouth into hers.
What is this...
This feeling lasted for about 5 seconds before it stopped, and I suddenly felt her loosen the force on my head, and I fell backwards, hitting my head on the ground again. But this time the impact was not great, and the pain in the back of my head actually made me come to from the verge of suffocation and fainting.
Her body went limp and her head fell against my chest.
Two seconds later, I saw that she had no reaction, so I plucked up the courage to take out another flashlight from my pocket and shone it on her face...
Her face was no longer that pale and slightly greenish color of terror, but rather... her cheeks had a faint flush!
It's not just her face, even her lips, which had already turned pale earlier, have now turned a dark red.
Her eyes were peacefully closed, her hair scattered carelessly over me. If it hadn't been for what had happened before, I would have thought she was just asleep.
Fell asleep on me.
She fell asleep, so beautiful, and I instantly forgot the fear from just now.
No no no, can't be easily tempted, I almost lost my life, I...
That's not right!
Looking back on the scene, it seems there's a completely different interpretation:
She's not dead. Maybe, it was just a state of suspended animation due to cardiac arrest. This kind of situation is not uncommon. In fact, one reason why a corpse needs to be stored in the morgue for two or three days is to prevent people who are in a state of suspended animation from suddenly waking up. Some people who were thought to be dead even knocked on the coffin lid or the door of the cremation chamber after being placed inside. If someone heard them, it was okay, but if no one did, they would be sent into the high-temperature furnace, burned alive and turned into ashes.
During her fake death, due to the blood no longer circulating, her muscles underwent the changes that occur in a dead person. Her whole body was icy and stiff, but my passionate kiss awakened her.
After she woke up, all the skills of her body were recovering, especially the stiff muscles. The smallest muscle always recovered first, so her eyeballs could move, but her neck couldn't turn. That's why it looked so eerie.
And when she moves, the creaking sound is because after feigning death, the synovial fluid in the joints solidifies and cannot melt quickly to provide lubrication when revived, so the skeleton rubs against each other, making that strange noise.
She grabbed my hat, maybe not on purpose? Maybe it was because she was still inconvenient at that time, so in a hurry, she grabbed my hat, and the recovering muscles had great tension, so they would be so powerful...?
So...
So she just wanted to keep me?
So she wants to thank me? Thank me for waking her up, like a prince awakening Sleeping Beauty? She wants to thank me, even though she's dead, and I didn't abandon her, but instead ran to this godforsaken place just to take a look at her?
So...
So it was actually the yang energy that rose from the dan Tian in my lower abdomen and was transmitted to her mouth-to-mouth that ultimately pulled her back into this world.
Alright, I recall that in Journey to the West, the corpse of the King of Crow's Nest was soaked in a well for three years before being revived by a Revival Elixir given by the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, but ultimately it was thanks to Sun Wukong passing on some yang energy through mouth-to-mouth resuscitation that he was brought back to life.
Isn't this also the rhythm of Journey to the West?
This... this is unscientific!
What yang energy, what dantian, these are all plot twists from a dog's blood!
Thinking east and west, it didn't take me a minute to think of it. Suddenly I remembered that she was still pressing on my body. Why not use forensic knowledge to check?
I hastily turned her over and made her face upwards. No matter what other terrible things might happen, I opened her eyelids and shone a flashlight on them.
Her eyes were still a deep black.
Whether her pupils can constrict is the best evidence of whether she has regained consciousness.
She is unconscious.
Then he felt her carotid artery, and there was no pulse at all.
There was no sign of life at all.
But... she just climbed out of the morgue herself and walked in front of me, and even kissed me for so long, what's going on?
Suddenly, I came up with an even crazier idea:
Take her body out!
Maybe she's really not dead, maybe I can wake her up! Maybe, maybe when I wake her up, she'll...
Will... will move me?
Forget it! I must take her out of here and leave this morgue that's no different from the underworld!
I did what I said. I took off the raincoat on me and wrapped it around her. Found the mask that had fallen to the ground, put it on her face.
He opened the door and took a look outside, but there was no one in the corridor.
I turned around, squatted down, one hand hooked behind her knee and the other hooked behind her back, took a deep breath, and lifted her body up horizontally. So heavy! Although it was a 19-year-old girl with a devilish figure, the weight of a corpse is always much heavier than that of a living person. Fortunately, at this time her body was no longer so stiff, and under the support of my two arms, it curved very naturally.
Soon, I carried her to the iron gate. Opened the door, put her on the stairs of the safe passage, and went back to the morgue where I first entered.
That sneak attacker of mine, the mortuary administrator, is probably still unconscious in the morgue cabinet, and there's no movement for now.
I pulled open the drawer where I had lain before. Raised the flashlight and shone it inside. A small black cat shook its head and walked out from the depths of the cabinet.
It was only as big as my palm. I put my hand beside it and spread out my palm. It climbed up very naturally.
I held it and went back outside the iron gate, putting it in the bag where I put my raincoat.
When it first went into the bag, it was still a bit scared. I whispered: "Stay in here and don't make a sound, okay?"
It looked up at me, the green of its eyes shining brightly in the flashlight's beam. As expected, it didn't make a sound and obediently lay down on the bottom of the bag.
I let out a sigh of relief, zipped up my backpack with some space left for it to breathe, then picked up Xiaoluqi's body and headed towards the safe exit leading to the hospital lobby.
How are we going to get her out? With her covered in a raincoat like that, she's bound to be discovered as soon as she goes out.
I placed her body and bag at the corner of the stairs, then went back to the iron gate, picked up the lock head and locked it. Then I took off my gloves and bathing cap, also stuffed them into the bag. In this way, from the moment I started prying open the lock on the iron gate until now when I relocked it, I can say that I didn't leave a single fingerprint or hair behind. Taking some money out of the bag, adjusting my clothes, I walked into the hall as if nothing had happened.
The hospital was still bustling with people, even though it wasn't closing time yet. No one gave me a second glance. Actually, I could have also taken the safe passage from the parking garage and basically no one would have suspected anything.
I strode out of the hospital gate with big strides.
To provide convenience for visitors, the hospital entrance is surrounded by flower shops, fruit shops and grocery stores on both sides. Of course, like souvenir shops in tourist areas and incense shops at temple entrances, prices are naturally much higher than those of other stores.
I bought a set of pink hospital clothes, a pair of women's slippers, a pair of sunglasses, a lighter, and a black nylon rope. I also bought a pack of Yuxi cigarettes at the tobacco shop. Yuxi is nicknamed "Little Zhonghua" and is one of the most popular gifts to give, everyone knows it sells for 23 yuan, giving Yuxi shows that you are very generous and polite. Then I saw a boutique store in my line of sight, I was delighted and quickly ran over to buy some blush and lipstick. Only then did I return to the lobby, where I borrowed a wheelchair from the nurse at the reception desk, and when no one was paying attention, pushed it into the secure passage.
As soon as I entered, I left the wheelchair at the door and ran three steps in two strides to the corner of the stairs.
First, I used a lighter to burn two holes in the back of the patient's clothes, then removed her raincoat and mask (I didn't dare to take off that belly warmer thing, afraid of what I might see inside, worried I'd lose control on the spot), and stuffed them into the bag. The little black cat inside the bag moved a bit, then curled up again, looking just like a small lump of coal.
I changed her into a hospital gown and leaned her against the wall. I cut off a piece of nylon rope, tied it around her chest, with the two ends passing through two holes and buckled together. Then I took out some rouge and lipstick and applied them to her face, so that she wouldn't attract attention due to the pale lips and complexion of a corpse.
Don't ask me why I don't wear a mask to cover her mouth, living people wear masks, and the mask moves when breathing, this is normal. A dead body doesn't breathe, it must be exposed.
After making all the preparations, I put her on a wheelchair, tied the two ends of the nylon rope to the back of the wheelchair, and then used another piece of nylon rope to secure her waist to the back of the wheelchair. I covered the rope with the hem of her hospital gown so it wouldn't be exposed. Then I put sunglasses on her, had her wear slippers, and placed her hands and feet in suitable positions, adjusting her posture. Under the light of my flashlight, I took a look around and thought that this way, she shouldn't be easily discovered. So I shouldered my backpack, took a deep breath, and pushed the wheelchair into the hall.
When you're in a crowded place, that's when you know what it means to have a guilty conscience - pushing out of the hospital lobby with a corpse dressed up and changed into new clothes is like running naked on Nanjing Road. It seems like everyone is staring at you with strange eyes.
I calmly walked towards the door, and a doctor wearing a white coat came walking in the opposite direction. When he saw me, he was taken aback for a moment.
I thought it was bad, maybe it's Xiao Luqi's doctor in charge, and quickly turned right.
That guy actually walked up and greeted me: "Hey, isn't Li Haibo discharged from the hospital? How come another friend is sick?"
