Headache.

It seemed like a stapler was constantly stowing nails in his head, stinging in pain. He seemed to hear the harsh sound of his parents smashing the glass when they quarreled.

"Have you ever cared for your son? After so many years, you have been drinking and drinking. Can you control this family?"

"Home? Who bought this house? Who bought these furniture? Fucking me, I just remember the days when I paid my salary, but I don't remember where my salary came from."

"I don't care about these things!"

"Isn't it rare? I smash it! I smash it! I don't care, right? I smash it! I don't want it all, I don't care either!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Let's go away, let's go away!

Li Cu covered his ears hard and woke up immediately. He saw the white curtain on the top and the fluorescent lights on the edge at a glance.

He gasped and tried hard to suck the air, and the quarrels in his ears gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes hard until he could hear nothing.

The nurse was changing the bottle, but was startled by his movements, "Do you need to use such a lot of effort to open your eyes? It's like a corpse."

Li Cu narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: It's such a evil deed. I haven't had such a nightmare for too long, but it's still so realistic. Can't I escape such a nightmare in my life? No, I absolutely cannot do this.

He closed his eyes and rested for a moment, slowly recovered, realizing that he was in the hospital, but he couldn't remember why he was in the hospital. "Why am I here?" He spoke, his throat was surprisingly dry and there was a strange smell.

"You were found in an alley on Changpu Street. Someone sucked your forehead with a brick for more than a dozen times. He had a moderate concussion and fainted without autonomy. In fact, I was surprised that you could still lie here alive. You should be in the crematorium." The nurse said. Only then did Li Cu see clearly that this was a middle-aged nurse. Staying up late for many years made her look haggard. "The doctor said that you have a thick brain and a small brain, so you are lucky." The nurse added another sentence.

Li Cu was a little silent at first, but the words "Bracks and alleys" still made him slowly remember what happened. It seemed that he had been robbed, and he didn't know if he had any other things. If he had any, he really didn't want to live. After feeling that other parts of his body, there was nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about the guy at that time, he was covered in blood, and he should have been seeking revenge by someone, or after robbing him by the gangsters.

This is a big fucking one, I have been carried to my grandma's house.

"I just heard my parents quarrel. Is it dreaming or auditory hallucination?" Li Cu touched his head and found that there was a needle drip on his hand.

"No, I can hear your parents quarrel now." The nurse said, "They were yelling in the corridor a few days ago. We had to invite them out and not let them see you at the same time. You may not know that you have been in a coma for more than ten days."

"For more than ten days, you are talking nonsense!" Li Cu cursed in his heart, gritted his teeth and sat up. When he moved, he felt a severe pain coming from behind, which was even more painful than his head.

"I was injured on my back, too?" Li Cu asked.

"You're on your back? Yes, you're injured." The nurse said. "You'd better not catch it if you're hurt by a knife."

"Damn, he even chopped me?" Li Cu was angry and cursed: "Isn't it just robbing the 500 yuan? As for that cruel? It's not enough to slap with a brick, I have to chop me." At this time, he found that the nurse's expression was a bit strange.

"What's wrong with him?" he asked.

"What's wrong with anyone? You mean the guy covered in wounds, right?" the nurse suddenly smiled and said, "He is not much better than you, he is dead."

"Dead?" Li Cu was surprised: "The police caught him and shot him to death?"

"No, when they found you, he died beside you, losing too much blood. He pressed against you tightly, and you were connected by blood."

Li Cu was stunned. He thought about it and understood what the nurse meant. It seemed that this unlucky guy robbed him and died halfway through the robbery. This was really dramatic. If he hadn't been photographed at that time, maybe the police would have thought he had robbed the other party when they came. However, they were so injured. Why should they rob? Shouldn't they go directly to the hospital? Did he not even have money to take a taxi at that time? If he had known this, he would have just asked me if I could borrow it.

Li Cu suddenly felt a sense of guilt, and then he comforted himself that the main reason why the other party beat him out was the one who died miserably on the spot without borrowing the money.

The nurse smiled at him again and said, "You have a good rest." As she said that, she pulled the curtain around his hospital bed.

Li Cu pinched his eyebrows and felt very dreamy. In his memory, a few hours ago he thought about which Internet cafe to go to for one night, but now he was almost killed and lying in the hospital.

It’s not too bad. Anyway, I haven’t died, so I can’t go to class for more than a month. In this way, the pain of class is far greater than being cut by a knife, so these teachers should also reflect on it.

He laughed as he thought, and when he had done something bad, the teacher had to take his classmates to see him with flowers and fruits. This is what is called fate.

After not moving for more than ten days, he felt very uncomfortable. After moving for a while, a large amount of pain came from behind him. It seemed that the knife wound was quite serious.

He shook his shoulders, and the pain from his back swept over. He suddenly realized that the wound on his back was so strange, as if there was more than one wound.

He remembered the nurse's expression and felt something was wrong. He touched his hands behind him. Soon, he touched the place where he was bandaged behind him.

The wound should have stopped bleeding. There was gauze on the outside. His hand reached into the gauze and touched the wound. The wound was scabbed, and itchy when he touched it. As he touched it, cold sweat began to emerge.

There were so many wounds, and the more I touched them, the more I felt creepy, why did the shape of these wounds feel so strange? Are these really cut by a knife? He gritted his teeth and turned over, his feet were so weak that he almost fell to the ground, but he struggled to hold onto the stool, pulled out the drip from his hand, stumbled into the toilet, pulled off the gauze on his back, and turned around to look at his back.

He was shocked in an instant and thought to himself: What is this?

There was an extremely strange figure engraved on his back, and it was completely cut with a knife. It was not just one or two swords, but hundreds of scars. All the wounds were scabbed, forming extremely terrifying scars.
Chapter completed!