Chapter 57: Fracture of the Lower Jaw X Thick Gauze

  I believe that blood is thicker than water, and in the mysterious fate, the twin-faced monster baby will surely find Qingying by instinct. Thinking of this, I decided to go to the inpatient department to look for Qingying, because I also wanted to see Qingjiang and comfort her. From the apartment, passing through the courtyard, on the east side is a 7-story high-rise building which is the main building of the hospital, the first floor is the outpatient department, the second and third floors are the clinics, the fourth and fifth floors are the inpatient departments, and Qingying is on the fifth floor.

  I took the elevator from the first floor, and when it reached the second floor, the door opened. A person stood at the entrance and slowly walked in. As this person entered the elevator, I caught a whiff of strong formaldehyde that was pungent to my nose. I didn't know if this person was male or female because I couldn't see their face clearly.

  He wore a black plastic high-top hat that was popular in the 7080s, with a pair of super-large frog glasses on his face, and thick gauze wrapped around his nose and below, layer by layer. The gauze looked like it had been used for a long time, turning grayish-black and very moist, as if it had been soaked in some kind of oil. His entire shoulder was extremely large, wearing a retro-style padded female coat, the coat was deep purple with black, with some dark black whirlpool patterns on it, and a pair of over-the-knee skirt made of plastic leather below. The parts outside his clothes were all wrapped in grayish-black oily gauze, and he wore a pair of deep red high-heeled shoes.

  Although the skirt and high heels suggest that it is a woman's style, I still don't think he is a woman. Because his whole body is tall and sturdy, looking at least over 1.9 meters, I only reached his neck height. Moreover, the size of his high heels must be at least 44 yards, because I wear 42 yards, his high heels are much larger than my shoes.

  I don't know why, but since this strange person came in, I've been feeling a huge and intangible sense of oppression pressing down on me. The hospital had already given me an indescribably eerie atmosphere, always making me feel that the nights were especially chilly, especially those long corridors, which always gave people a dark greyish cold feeling. And it was the same in this elevator, which originally made me feel cold.

  When he just came in, I voluntarily retreated to the back position. After he walked in, he stood in front of my right side. What I can see now is his tall and majestic back, with a little bit of his neck wrapped in gauze exposed. The floor he pressed was the 7th floor. I'm a little glad that I'm going to the 5th floor, the elevator quickly rose upwards.

  Actually, from the second floor to the fifth floor, it should be less than a minute, but I felt that time had become extremely slow, so slow that it was like a snail crawling. When the elevator reached the fourth floor, I suddenly realized that this strange person was slowly approaching me. His left shoulder was moving, and it seemed that his left hand wanted to reach out and touch me. I really felt that something was off, I am an atheist, I have never believed that there are ghosts in the world. But the feeling given by this strange person wrapped in gauze in the elevator was too much like a ghost, my intuition told me that he was absolutely not human.

  It was just in time that the elevator arrived at the fifth floor, and as soon as the door opened, I rushed out quickly. When I came out of the elevator door and couldn't help but turn my head to look inside the elevator, before the elevator door slowly closed, I saw the strange man's left hand swaying slowly from side to side, as if bidding me farewell. And under his huge frog-shaped glasses, the gauze on his mouth seemed to have been pulled loose by him, and I saw that it was a pair of huge bright red lips.

  But I think it doesn't look like a human mouth at all, but rather the kind of lips painted with deep red pigment on white paper, like those paper-cut dolls. The moment the cold iron door closed, my heart skipped a very heavy beat.

  I quickened my pace and headed towards Qing Tong's ward. When I gently pushed open the door and entered, I thought I would see the scene of the two-faced baby, but instead, Hong Mei was standing in front of the bed wearing a deep red dress, while Qing Tong was half-reclining on the bed, crying loudly.

  They didn't seem surprised at all when they saw me coming in. Qing Jiang, who was supposed to be taking care of my sister in the room, wasn't there either, I don't know where she went. But I knew something had just happened in the ward because the atmosphere felt very off.

  Hongmei looked at Qingcheng and said: "If you have friends coming over, then I won't accompany you."

  Hongmei was about to leave, and as she passed by me, she said: "Young man, I know you're here to see if the two-faced baby will come here, but unfortunately, I'm absolutely sure it won't come here."

  She left a very meaningful smile and then walked past me like a cold red wind.

  Qing Cheng was still crying, her complexion was very poor, haggard, pale and ashen as if she had just been frightened. I am certain that Hong Mei came into Qing Cheng's ward and said something to her, causing Qing Cheng to be extremely scared now, because she kept curling up and shrinking herself on the bed, which showed that she was frightened.

  I said: "Qīng chéng, where is your sister Qīng jiāng?"

  "I told her to go buy some candy for me, actually I was intentionally getting rid of her."

  "Qīng chéng, I'm a good friend of your sister's, so I'll speak directly. Just now, did Hongmei say something threatening to you?"

  Qīng chéng tīng wǒ rúcǐ yī wèn, fēicháng mǐn gǎn de pīnmìng yáo tóu, shuō: "méi yǒu, méi yǒu, tā shén me dōu méi shuō."

  Translation:

  Qing Cheng listened to my question and shook his head vigorously, saying: "No, no, she didn't say anything."

  Qīng chéng rú cǐ mǐn gǎn de fǎn yìng gèng jiā zhèng shí le wǒ de tuī cè, wǒ jìn yí bù shuō: "tā shì bu shì shuō le guān yú shuāng liǎn guài yīng de shì qíng? Qí shí, shuāng liǎn guài yīng shì nǐ de ——"

  What I was going to say is "the two-faced monster baby is your own son", but before I could finish, Qingju suddenly went crazy, she convulsed violently, her legs kicked wildly, and she shook her head, saying: "It's not me, it's not me - you leave, you hurry up and leave, I don't want to see you, you hurry up and leave"

  I was afraid of continuing to provoke her, so I stopped asking questions. Her orange hair was disheveled by her hands, extremely messy, covering most of her pale face, and only her eyes were visible from the tangled hair, her gaze suddenly revealing a ferocious taste for some reason.

  This was the first time I saw the normally gentle and timid Qing Tangerine reveal such a frightening gaze. So, I decided to leave first and let her calm down. I took the elevator down to the first floor, fortunately not running into that terrifying tall-hat monster again. As I walked out of the gate, I saw Qing Jiang walking towards me from afar, carrying a bag of candies.

  I went up to greet her: "Qing Jiang, are you back?"

  Qing Jiang saw me coming out of the building and asked: "Did you just go to my sister's ward looking for me?"

  "Yes." "Is my sister all right?"

  "This... I saw her emotions were a bit unstable, so I asked her if she was the biological mother of the conjoined twins."

  "How is it possible? Why did you ask her that—"

  We were talking while walking towards the entrance of the building. When we arrived at the stairs of the entrance, a very shrill scream suddenly came from above our heads, followed by a loud crash. A black shadow flashed before my eyes, and someone fell to the ground about 1 meter in front of me, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.

  The person who jumped from the building was wearing a hospital gown, with disheveled hair and a smashed head that had burst open like a cracked watermelon, splattering a mixture of deep red blood and white brain matter on the ground. As she fell, her left cheek hit the ground first, causing her lower jaw to fracture and her lower teeth to protrude and shatter on the ground.

  Qing Jiang continuously screamed, screaming four times in a row, before fainting. Luckily, I was quick to react and caught her by my side. At first, I thought Qing Jiang had fainted from being scared out of her wits after seeing the terrifying scene of someone jumping off a building for the first time. But later on, I discovered that it wasn't that - she had fainted from grief. The person who had jumped to their death less than a meter away from us was not just anyone; it was Qing Tong, Qing Jiang's most beloved and only family member in this world, her sister whom she cared about the most and wanted to take care of. Qing Tong had jumped off the 5th floor hospital room window after I left, taking her own life.

  On the emergency room's rescue bed, Qing Jiang finally slowly came to, and as soon as she woke up, she pounced on me like a mad beast, tearing at me, crying and shrieking: "It was all you, you must have gone and said something to her, that's why she got stimulated and jumped off the building! She had promised me she would behave and get the surgery tomorrow, it's impossible she'd still want to jump off the building. So it must be you who killed her, return my sister to me, return her to me!"

  She wailed with a heart-wrenching loudness in the quiet hospital night. She kept pulling my hair, her fingernails scratched my face, burning pain. I didn't say anything, I knew she actually understood that Qing's death had nothing to do with me. It was just that she needed to vent now, vent out the overwhelming grief that had submerged her. She cried for a long time, crying until her fingers cramped and clenched together, then fainted again.

  After a while, Qing Jiang suddenly jumped up from the bed and shouted that she wanted to find her sister. She had cried until she had no more tears left, and her voice was hoarse. I went out to get a glass of water for her, she took it over, then fiercely smashed it on my head.

  I said, "Qing Jiang, you must pull yourself together. She's already gone, that's the reality. No matter how much you cry or hurt yourself, it won't change this fact. I hope you can be strong and get through this. Her funeral still needs you to take care of." I kept persuading her, she stared at me, suddenly becoming calm, so calm that it made me a bit worried.