Requiem Chapter 60: The Curse Begins
Sun Faxue calmed down and asked the driver: "Hasn't the community arrived yet?"
"We'll be there soon." The driver replied without turning his head.
“How long have I been in the car?”
"Ten minutes!" the driver answered curiously, feeling that there was something wrong with his customer's brain today.
"Ten minutes? Did I fall asleep as soon as I got on the bus?" Sun Faxue tried hard to recall the scene when he got on the bus just now, but he really couldn't remember anything.
Sun Faxue sat back in his chair, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally scanning the rearview mirror above the driver's head, his head "buzzed" and his hair stood up one by one. However, unlike before, there was a face in the rearview mirror this time, but it was an extremely terrifying ghost face. The flesh on the face was all rotten, one eye was big and the other was small, and there were only two black holes left in the nose, and the gaping mouth was particularly large, as if it could swallow a person's head in one bite. Two rows of white teeth were arranged unevenly in the mouth, and from time to time they gently touched each other, making a "crackling" sound.
Sun Faxue thought he was still in a dream, so he pinched himself hard, but he almost cried out in pain. No, this was not a dream, he was in reality.
At this time, the driver seemed to have noticed that Sun Faxue was watching him through the rearview mirror. He showed a tense look on his face, and immediately took out a mask from under the dashboard and put it on, saying to him embarrassedly: "Sorry, I scared you!"
Sun Faxue stammered with a dark face: "Who are you, and why is your face like this?"
“Isn’t this scary?” The driver took over Sun Faxue’s words and said, “This is a burn. Last year, when I was driving a taxi, the gas tank suddenly caught fire and exploded. I was trapped in the car and almost burned to death. Although I was rescued later, my face was burned like this. I had been wearing a mask the whole time. I saw you fell asleep in the seat just now, so I took it off to get some fresh air. I hope it didn’t scare you!”
Sun Faxue breathed a sigh of relief, and then he realized that he was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat. When he saw the driver's face just now, Sun Faxue was really scared and thought he was back in the nightmare just now. If this was true, he would have been scared to death.
He rolled down the window, a rush of cold air rushed into the car, and the night wind kept blowing on his body. Only then did he feel a little calmer.
Not long after, they arrived at the gate of the community. Sun Faxue paid the fare and got out of the car. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the car, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Sun Faxue was so frightened just now that he still feels weak. After finally opening the door with his trembling hands and the key, he collapsed on the sofa, his mind still constantly recalling the horrific scene in the taxi. He felt that what happened in the taxi just now was too weird and scary. Why did he have such a strange dream for no reason? And he happened to meet a driver who was as scary as the one in the nightmare. The scenes in the dream and in reality were all scary taxi drivers. Sun Faxue decided that he would never take a taxi again. Even taking the bus would be better than taking a taxi. At least he would not encounter such a scary thing again.
After lying on the sofa for about half an hour, he felt his body recovering. Seeing the sticky smell of sweat on his body, Sun Faxue found his clothes and decided to take a good bath before going to bed.
Thinking of this, he went into the closet, rummaged out a bathrobe, and then walked into the bathroom holding the clothes.
Sun Faxue hung his bathrobe on the clothes hook on the wall, then filled a tub with hot water, took off his clothes and lay comfortably in the bathtub.
As soon as he lay down in the bathtub, Sun Faxue suddenly felt an indescribable comfort all over his body, as if all the fear and fatigue just now were melted away in the warm water.
As he soaked in the water, Sun Faxue couldn't help wanting to close his eyes and lie down for a while. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the nightmare he had just had in the taxi kept reappearing in front of him, so he had to force himself to keep his eyes open, and then raised his head and stared blankly at the ceiling of the bathroom.
Sun Faxue suddenly thought of Ma Gobi, Zhou Haiqing and Qian Fang. How could they die suddenly? One was burned to powder, one was strangled to death, and one was stabbed into a sieve.
As he thought about it, Sun Faxue suddenly became afraid again. The incident that year had been deeply imprinted in his mind. Every time he recalled the scene at that time, Sun Faxue felt cold all over, and a bone-chilling chill instantly flowed from his toes to his whole body. After so many years, why didn't she give up? Will someone else get into trouble next? If so, who will it be? Will it be him? Sun Faxue felt that there was a ghost floating around him, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore...
"Don't think about it anymore." Sun Faxue interrupted his own train of thought forcibly. He was afraid that if he continued thinking like this, he would not be able to control . He also always felt that something was wandering around him. He touched his greasy hair and realized that he had forgotten to wash his hair after taking a bath today. So he reached out and took a bottle of Rejoice shampoo from the table next to him, wet his hair with the water, and then poured some on his scalp.
Sun Faxue likes to massage his head with shampoo while taking a bath. This way, he can wash his head and the bath at the same time. It does not waste time, and the head can also be massaged for a long time, killing two birds with one stone. When he is done with the bath, he only needs to rinse his head. In this way, he can massage his head while taking a bath, and he will feel refreshed and energetic after taking a bath.
Sun Faxue abandoned all distractions and sat in the bathtub to massage his head with great concentration. In order to be more professional and standard in his movements, Sun Faxue bought some books about head acupuncture points and head massage health care to study. He was afraid that he would suffer from Alzheimer's disease when he was old, so he studied very seriously. While learning from the books, he practiced on his own head. Over time, Sun Faxue's massage techniques became more mature, and he was even better than professional masseurs.
The bathroom was quiet at this time, with only the slight sound of Sun Faxue's hands constantly rubbing across his head. As Sun Faxue kept rubbing, the foam on his head became more and more abundant. The foam flowed down from his head little by little, sticking to Sun Faxue's head, face and ears, and some fell into the bathtub, making the bathtub white.
Sun Faxue looked back in the mirror and saw that the foam on his head was puffed up high, like a strange hat. More and more foam flowed into Sun Faxue's eyes. Sun Faxue had to rub it and wipe off some of the foam with a bath towel. He also had a little doubt in his heart, why is there so much foam on his head today, did he apply too much shampoo, or what happened?
Never mind. Let’s not worry about it for now. Maybe there are so many bubbles, but I just didn’t notice them.
He wiped off some of the foam and started massaging again. As his hands kept rubbing his head, Sun Faxue felt the skin on his head gradually warming up. This feeling slowly flowed throughout his body with the blood. His whole body completely relaxed and Sun Faxue felt like he was about to melt.
Just as Sun Faxue began to enter a state of ecstasy, there was a sudden loud bang, and the toilet door slammed shut. Then the ceiling chandelier began to flicker.
"Who?" Sun Faxue was startled and stood up from the bathtub. He grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist and rushed out of the bathroom.
The room was dark and empty except for a window across from the bathroom, through which the wind kept rushing into the room.
It turned out that it was the wind that blew the door shut. Sun Faxue breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the window to close it. When he walked to the window, he felt that the wind outside was very strong, making a "woohoo" sound. The trees on both sides of the road below were also swaying left and right in the wind, just like someone twisting his waist and doing belly dance in the dark.
Sun Faxue looked up at the sky. It was covered with dark clouds. It seemed that a rainstorm was about to come.
After closing the window, he returned to the bathroom. Just as he soaked in the bathtub, Sun Faxue suddenly thought of Yin Hun and Old Zhao. He wondered if something would happen if he drove back after being so drunk. Maybe he should stop him from driving back, or at least let him sit for a while and go back after he sobered up a little.
Oh! Forget it. I'll call him after I finish taking a bath! Sun Faxue didn't think about Yin Hui anymore. He was enjoying the bath in the bathtub, but he didn't notice that there was a dark shadow behind him slowly approaching him...
Hiss—hiss—hiss—hiss—hiss—
Hearing the voice, Sun Faxue turned his head in confusion, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and his voice seemed to be stuck at this moment, and he couldn't even shout.
In front of him was a woman, a woman crawling on the ground with her limbs, her whole body like a puppet!
She was wearing a white robe, her dead fish-like eyes were wide open, her long black hair was tangled and draped over her back, her face was like broken porcelain, her bright red lips extended exaggeratedly to her ears, her half-open mouth was overflowing with sticky blood, and her throat was making intermittent sounds of "...Ga...Ga...Ga...Ga...Ga" of a sneer. She slowly climbed into the bathtub step by step.
"Ah! Don't come over, don't come over. Every grievance has its perpetrator. It's none of my business, none of my business!" Sun Faxue struggled desperately, splashing water in the bathtub with his five fingers. But then he found that he could no longer move, because his neck was feeling a chill that penetrated to his bones.
It was a pale hand...
With a loud thunder, the storm finally broke out in the gloomy night. The heavy rain outside the window completely covered up the sound of dripping blood coming from the toilet.
The rainstorm lasted all night. The next morning, Yin Hui opened his eyes dazedly. It was still drizzling outside. He felt very thirsty when he got up from the bed. He quickly grabbed a glass of cold water and drank it. Then he went to the bathroom to wash up. Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the bloodshot eyes, he suddenly felt that his face had changed a little bit.
The facial features were constantly moving, and the face was slowly becoming flatter and flatter, until it turned into the dead Qian Fang.
The eyes of the face were broken, the nose was crushed into a pulp, and white brain matter was still flowing out from the broken forehead.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Yin Hun was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. It took him a while to react from the panic. He quickly turned on the faucet and put his head under the water. After the shower, Yin Hun looked up and saw his face in the mirror. He touched his forehead unconsciously, thinking that maybe he didn't sleep well last night and recalled the scene too much, so he had such a horrible hallucination?
Yin Hun didn't dare to face the mirror again. He washed up hastily. Then his cell phone rang. He saw the number and it was Director Zhou. It turned out that he was going to hold a farewell ceremony for Qian Fang at the funeral home today. He hoped that Yin Hun could be there. Yin Hun forced a smile and said a few words to him before hanging up. Qian Fang's death was more or less related to him. It was impossible for him not to go for both public and private reasons. However, he did not inform Tang Yan and Shen Feifei in the bedroom. No matter how brave these two girls were, they were still girls. They were stimulated yesterday. Let them stay at home and recuperate today! If there was an accident on the way, it would be more trouble than gain, right?
Yin Hun didn't even eat, and hurried downstairs. Before leaving, Yin Hun called Sun Faxue to see if he had woken up, so that he wouldn't miss the funeral. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. Yin Hun guessed that the old man might not have woken up yet, so he didn't care, and stopped a car and rushed to the funeral home.
