Chapter 047 Horror Mashup (02)
The competitive variety show "Horror Mashup" is not broadcast in movie theaters, and viewers do not need to pay ghost money to buy tickets. It is open to all viewers, and it can be said that there is no threshold at all. If the audience is interested, they can just open their mobile phones and click on the "Horror Mashup" program at the start time to watch it online in real time.
APP data shows that the number of viewers for each episode of "Horror Medley" is around 80,000. If the newcomer list of the month is more durable and more viewers come to watch, the number of viewers will break through.
A few ghosts huddled together, eating melon seeds and exclaiming in surprise: "This issue has actually exceeded 100,000!"
"Is this the most popular episode in the past six months?"
"Yes, I watch every issue. There are so many new and loyal fans this time, they all followed me."
"That's right. I'm a fan of Ren Ze. Hahaha, his sister is so cute. A tsundere who transforms into a girl. Isn't that cute? Ren Ze's followers are increasing really fast. I feel like he will attract all the diehard fans that the other ones brought here."
“Hahahaha, the newcomers are sucking each other online to see who has the strongest suction power.”
"It seems that You Jing is the first choice." A ghost sighed and said mysteriously in a low voice: "I heard from the grapevine that You Jing's mother is among the guests. She is the one who just made it to the third line."
The other ghost's eyes widened: "What the hell is that?! I didn't pay attention to You Jing before, how could this happen?! Isn't this cheating? The weight of the guests is so great..."
"That also depends on You Jing's own strong qualities. His first place is a foregone conclusion. Isn't this just a second-hand insurance policy?"
"Tsk." The ghost put down the phone. "That's boring. There's no suspense. I shouldn't have watched it if I had known."
When the show cut into the first story, the ghost was still really attracted and silently picked up the phone.
The phone screen was completely dark, and suddenly a few bloody words appeared in the center.
—— “Old people say that people with six fingers are born with disfigured faces, which means they are ominous people with a rough fate and destined to be poor all their lives. But the sixth finger must never be cut off, otherwise... there will be endless troubles.”
The audience's heart skipped a beat: "That's quite interesting."
After the bloody words disappeared, a hand appeared in the center of the screen, and there was an extra finger on the outside of the thumb of that hand.
The extra finger extends from the knuckle below the thumb and is just the same length as the thumb.
Two small black dots were drawn on the nails of the sixth finger and the thumb with a marker. From the front, it looked like a two-headed snake, and the four small black dots were the snake's eyes.
The two strange fingers connected together looked like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, lurking in the darkness, with inexplicable evil.
…
In the hospital's operating room, the operation is about to begin and the doctor is arranging the instruments.
It was already late at night. The hospital was a bit old and not a large regular hospital. The light in the operating room was not that bright and was slightly yellow. It did not affect visibility, but it looked a bit dirty.
In the shadowless lamp, the still-living little flies were fluttering around, and although they were struggling to death, they caused the light to tremble slightly.
A handsome boy was lying on the operating table. He listened to the slight collision sounds of the cold instruments beside his ears, his body trembling uncontrollably. His dark pupils gradually began to dilate under the light, and fear spread inside.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor operation and you'll be fine soon." The old doctor comforted.
The boy nodded stiffly.
The anesthesiologist put on gloves, took the syringe handed to him by his assistant, and injected a full dose of anesthetic.
The boy's eyes were filled with tears due to the pain, but when he thought that he was about to escape the fate of being despised, he felt that it was all worth it.
The boy moved his right index finger, wrapped it around his right thumb, and touched the extra finger outside the thumb.
When he wakes up again, the strip of meat that he has hated for more than ten years will disappear.
No one would laugh at him, look at him with strange eyes, or distance themselves from him anymore, and his parents would no longer blame him for bringing bad luck to them.
He'll be a normal person soon.
The boys felt more comfortable than ever before.
The surgical light comes on.
The moment before the boy closed his eyes, the doctors were still chatting about what to eat after the operation, and the boy fell into a coma peacefully.
…
With a "click", the doctor threw the severed finger into the iron tray.
The sharp scalpel was stained with blood. The doctor put down the knife. The most critical step had been completed. The next step of stopping bleeding and suturing could be handed over to the assistant. He took the iron tray and said, "I'll take it out to show his family."
Some hospitals do have this habit. They will show the organs removed during surgery to the family members, explaining the pathology and specific circumstances, so that they can feel at ease.
"Okay." The others agreed and worked in an orderly manner.
The outer part of the thumb on the boy's right hand had been cut off, and blood was flowing out continuously. Combined with the green curtain under him, it was indescribably weird.
The doctor went out and saw two middle-aged men arguing outside the door.
"Why did you secretly give him money behind my back? Is it necessary to cut off a finger for 7,000 yuan? It doesn't matter, just let it grow!" The middle-aged woman was bloated and wore a green short-sleeved shirt, which made her face look even more sallow and haggard.
The short man was only in his forties, and his hair had already turned half white due to overwork. He was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick: "You can bear to watch his classmates laugh at him? Do you know what they say about him? You only care about money? Don't you think about your son?"
The woman was pointed at in the face and scolded. Her face turned pale and blue. She pouted and said, "I'll die if I'm scolded. It's not like you're eating their rice! And you have to get rid of it. Why go to such a big hospital? Can't you find a small clinic? 7,000, this hospital must have ripped us off!"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing! This is a hospital, keep quiet!" The doctor shouted, and the two finally stopped.
"Come and take a look." said the doctor.
The two of them moved closer and watched the doctor pick up a bloody finger with tweezers and show it to them. They stepped back with horror on their faces and almost cried out.
The doctor said, "This is the section. Your son has no extra bone at the bottom of his right thumb, so there won't be an ugly bulge. So after the finger is sutured, if the scar heals well, there will be basically no impact at all, and he will be no different from a normal person..."
A drop of blood slid down from the cut finger, dripping onto the yellowed tiles. The two swallowed and said, "Okay, okay, we got it."
"Old Yan, something bad has happened!" An assistant suddenly screamed in the operating room.
The doctor rushed in immediately: "What's wrong?!"
The assistant pointed a trembling finger at the ECG monitor behind him, which showed a straight line: "No... no heartbeat!"
The doctor turned around suddenly , and after hearing the long "beep", his face was filled with disbelief: "How could this happen?!"
How could this happen with such a minor operation?!
He rushed over to save the man, but the boy lying on the operating table suddenly sat up with his arms flexed. Everyone in the operating room was so scared that they all stepped back and the timid ones fell to the ground.
The lights flashed twice.
The boy sat stiffly, his dark pupils looking very empty. He turned his head mechanically and slowly and looked at the doctors and nurses in the operating room. A strange smile gradually appeared on his face.
On the electrocardiogram monitor behind him, the boy's heartbeat miraculously recovered...
The doctors and nurses were so frightened that they all felt exhausted. Fortunately, nothing was wrong, otherwise it would have been a big trouble.
The boy climbed down from the operating table by himself; his face looked a little pale under the light.
There was an inexplicable chill in the operating room.
The boy lowered his head mechanically, staring at the bloody severed finger on the tray, and said in a strangely stiff voice: "Can I take it away?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment: "Of course."
Of course, the patient can take away his own belongings if he requests.
One of the nurses couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do with it? It's not a good thing to put it anywhere. It's scary if someone sees it. It's best to bury it."
She had good intentions, but the boy looked at her and smiled creepily: "It would be a waste to bury it. I will make it worthwhile."
The phrase "good value for money" seemed to have a hidden meaning, and the nurse felt a little uneasy.
The boy grabbed the fingers in the tray and held them in his palm, then turned and walked out of the operating room.
The boy walked up to the two middle-aged people and said with a smile: "Mom and Dad, let's go home..."
The two middle-aged men left arguing and cursing, as if they were upset about having wasted their money.
There were clearly three people, but the dim light in the corridor only revealed the shadows of... two adults.
The nurse covered her mouth in horror and blinked desperately. When she looked again, there were clearly three shadows, two tall and one short.
The nurse secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The people on the night shift were very suspicious.
…
Xie Chi woke up and found himself in a KTV box. The decoration of the box was a bit rustic, with rose-red and purple lights, red walls, and colorful shining carpets.
He was sitting on a crimson sofa, with about twenty unopened bottles of beer on the coffee table in front of him. The box was full of people, and the pungent smell of cigarettes was spreading, making it smoky.
These people who were smoking, laughing and scolding were very young, with very green faces. They were probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, all minors.
Xie Chi looked down at himself, his expression stunned.
He was wearing a shiny black T-shirt with a huge logo of a gaming team printed on the front. The clothes were actually fine, except for the pants. There was a chain hanging diagonally on his blue jeans, which made a crackling sound when he moved the slightest.
Rebellious teenagers?
It seems that in the story "Severed Finger", he has a "personality".
At the same time, the same scene was happening to the other nine people.
In "Horror Medley", the actors will be separated and enter the story individually to experience the same plot. Only in this way can fairness be maintained and the true level of the actors be reflected.
Xie Chi has now completely entered the story of "Broken Finger".
…
[Xie Chi is the most pleasing to the eye. The fourth newcomer is ugly to begin with, and looks downright tacky in this outfit.]
[Ah, I need to save some money to buy a big-screen phone. The screen will be divided into ten parts, one for each person. It’s too painful to look at! ]
[Why don’t you just click on the one you want to watch and open it in full screen? The stories are the same anyway. ]
[No, no, I want to watch them compete. Without comparison, the story will be meaningless.]
【You asked for it.】
…
Xie Chi's cell phone suddenly rang, he took it out and looked down.
[The protagonist of this story: Gao Le. ]
[Your character: A senior bully who bullied Gao Le.]
[Please behave in accordance with your own personality. If OOC (Out Of Character) reaches a certain level, you will be disqualified. ]
[Requirements for this story: Survive. ]
