After seeing the last line of text in his mind, Shen Xing was taken aback.
He didn't expect that the lock on the face will be valid for only 10 days. If it exceeds 10 days, the characteristics of the face will still be lost.
In other words, I can't do anything if I want to absorb its characteristics when the time comes.
Of course, the solution is to create a wood carving of the face within these 10 days, so that the wood carving can absorb the locked face, so as to preserve its characteristics.
But where is the locked face now
Shen Xing frowned, and suddenly his body shook, and found that as long as he thought of this face, this thing would immediately appear in his mind.
But if I divert my attention to other things, my face disappears instantly.
"This Nima... is actually in my mind???"
A strange sensation gushed out, and Shen Xing felt uncomfortable all over.
He looked down at Song Xiaoyu who was curled up on the ground. The woman's chest was slightly up and down, still breathing, and breathing evenly, and her neck was strangely returned to normal, and she did not die immediately after her face was locked.
Fortunately!
Shen Xing bent down and gently removed the hair that had covered the back of her head, and found that the scalp under the hair was gone, and there was no blood and blood, but the skin on the back of her head had been ulcerated, and white maggots were crawling around.
"No wonder it smells so bad!"
This scene made him almost vomit out.
But looking like this, it should only be that the flesh of the head was festered because of the scalp and ghost possession. Song Xiaoyu's skull is still good, and it shouldn't be too life-threatening to rush to the doctor for treatment.
Then Shen Xing was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly reached out and touched the back of his head.
Since he locked his "skin", the itch in the back of his head has disappeared, and he doesn't know if there is anything else.
I just reached out and touched the hair on the back of his head, something fell off, and looked back on the ground, it was a small piece of dry scalp with a few hairs connected.
But looking at this appearance, these hairs are also withered and bent, like withered grass suddenly encountering the cold winter.
Inside the bathroom.
Zheng Ruijun was first bound by Song Hao's hands, making him unable to break free for a while, and then An Lifen followed closely.
She stretched out her hands and directly stuck Zheng Ruijun's neck, and a rotting smell swept through, making people nauseous.
At the same moment, Zheng Ruijun's head started to itch, but because of the current danger, this itch has been automatically ignored by him.
The sleeve of his right arm flicked, and a black telescopic stick slid out.
When she was holding the telescopic stick with her right hand, An Lifen, who was pinching her neck, suddenly loosened her hands, and her whole person fell down and lost consciousness.
At the same moment, Song Hao, who was holding his arms, trembled in footsteps, fell over with a thump, and knocked his head on the toilet lid without any reaction.
The panting Zheng Ruijun was a little inexplicable. He panted slightly, quickly put the telescopic stick away, stretched out his hand to support the sink next to him, stood up straight, and looked down at the two fallen men.
Because at this moment only the outside light is shining in, and it is not clear to see, Zheng Ruijun went to the door and turned on the light in the bathroom.
When I lowered my head, I saw that there seemed to be hair falling from the back of An Lifen's head. He squatted down and pulled a strand of hair lightly, pulling off a dry and wilted face, like a mask that has run out of moisture. .
But the difference is that a lot of long black hair is stuck on this "mask".
Moreover, in the area covered by the "mask", the skin and flesh belonging to An Lifen had been pitted, and there was a peculiar smell, but the maggots had not been seen yet.
Zheng Ruijun observed carefully and found that An Lifen and Song Hao, who was lying next to her, both breathed, but fainted.
Then he felt that Song Hao's cheeks were also a little strange, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off just now, with a dry, pale and thin face resting on the tip of his nose.
To be on the safe side, the sheriff put on a pair of black rubber gloves that he carried with him, then stretched out his hand to pinch the thin, dry face, and took a look.
It's really no different from the skin shed by the big snake!
As for Song Hao's own face, because it had been covered by this fake face, although it looked smooth, it was already red, as if it had been indulged in drinking all the year round and the whole face had been cooked by alcohol.
A few seconds later, Zheng Ruijun suddenly realized that there had been no movement outside the living room at this moment.
He immediately stopped studying the fallen dry skin, but quickly turned around and went out of the bathroom and rushed to the living room.
In the living room, at this moment, Shen Xing also stood there thinking, holding a withered face.
"Don't touch it directly with your hands." Zheng Ruijun reminded immediately after walking out, "This shaved face is weird!"
After that, he took out his mobile phone, called Li Naijing, asked the other party to send additional staff to deal with the scene, and called an ambulance to come along.
Shen Xing put his face down, he didn't have to worry, because this thing peeled off his head.
However, after discovering that it was Zheng Ruijun, he was stunned: "You have been in the bathroom just now?"
"I've always been in the bathroom." Zheng Ruijun nodded, obviously not wanting to continue this topic, but asked: "Are you okay?"
Shen Xing shook his head. He found that Zheng Ruijun seemed to be very careful in handling these things, always wearing black rubber gloves.
"Why are you here? Are you really sending shampoo?" Zheng Ruijun glanced at the shampoo that had fallen to the floor.
Shen Xing did not answer, but pulled a piece of paper on the table, reached out and touched the back of Zheng Ruijun's head, and then used a paper towel to clip a piece of almost transparent leather with a few hairs that had just grown out of it. .
"That's why I'm here." Shen Xing shook this layer of leather in front of Zheng Ruijun's eyes, and then pointed at the dry scalp he had just thrown on the ground.
Zheng Ruijun couldn't help but glanced at him more: "You kid, aren't you afraid of accidents?"
"Didn't you think that you were here?" Shen Xing was slanderous and shrugged. "The result was almost wrong."
Zheng Ruijun stared at him for a moment, and took the transparent leather in Shen Xing's hand, "It's fine now, except for these things, did you find other abnormalities just now?"
Shen Xing thought about it carefully: "No, this woman wanted to attack me, but suddenly she fell to the ground, and then it is what you see now."
"You didn't do anything?" Zheng Ruijun continued to ask.
"No."
Zheng Ruijun frowned, and couldn't think of why the sudden ending developed in his favor.
He knelt down and looked at the back of Song Xiaoyu's head carefully. The rotten flesh did not change Zheng Ruijun's expression.
While he was watching carefully, Shen Xing also leaned in and said, "Old Zheng, this kind of scalp, have you encountered anything similar in your previous cases?"
To be honest, Shen Xing has always been curious, and the current special situation may have something to do with Ye Ting's disappearance, so it's always right to learn more about it now by taking this opportunity.
Zheng Ruijun repeated without raising his head: "Scalp ghost?"
He immediately chuckled: "This thing is not a ghost." (End of this chapter)