ghost market

The desert night is so cold in contrast to the heat of the day that it is often hard to believe for the first time.However, Slamu, who grew up in Sri Lanka, has long been used to this contrast, and never even felt how uncomfortable the coldness of the night was until the night that changed his life and destiny came quietly.

That day was No. 20 days after Turhun left them.The reason why Slamu can clearly remember the day so accurately is that from the day his father left, he put a mark in front of him with a small stone every day, and then ran to the nearby small mosque to learn from those adults. He looked like praying, praying that his father would come back soon, so that his mother would not have to hide in the quilt and cry secretly every night.

That day, he finished his prayers in the mosque as he had been doing these days, and then he went straight home to play with his friends again.Due to the absence of his father Turhon, his family's tavern always closes very early recently, and his mother always has to clean the shop alone at this time and prepare some things for the next day.Slamu really wanted to help her, so that she would not have to work so hard, and maybe she would not be so sad.

After returning home and eating the dinner prepared by his mother, Slamu picked up the broom and wanted to help his mother clean it.Just at this time, there was a strange sound outside the already locked store door, which seemed to be knocking on the door, but it also seemed that some animal was scratching with its claws.Slam thought it was very strange, so he walked towards the door with a broom in his hand. His mother, who was tidying up the kitchen at the back, also heard the noise, and looked this way from the open door of the kitchen.

Walking to the door, Slamu unlocked the latch and stretched out his hand to pull the door open.All of a sudden, a wave of extreme cold rushed towards his face, and immediately shocked him who was unprepared, his whole body trembled violently, his knees softened and he knelt down on the ground. [

This ferocious coldness did not come from the chill of the night, but from the person lying on the ground in front of the door, perhaps.That should be personal.

Slam didn't confirm it. He just judged from the torn clothes on the object and thought it should be a person.However, apart from these broken pieces of cloth, the creature lying on the ground no longer looked like a human being.The creature's limbs are still there, but they have been twisted into a very strange shape, very much like a squashed lizard.It has almost lost all the hair on its head.The scalp, like the exposed skin on the rest of the body, was covered with large and small blisters, as disgusting as the toads he saw in the book.No!It should be said that it is several times more disgusting than the toad, at least the toad's body is only covered with meat bumps, and there will be no other things.But some of these blisters have burst open, forming black and red wounds with rolled flesh.Some were still bulging and whitish, as if they might explode at any time, splashing yellow and white pus everywhere.

Slamu didn't know how this thing came to his house. He felt that it shouldn't be able to move it, and he would probably die if he moved it. Or, this thing was already dead?He didn't know why he still couldn't make a sound until now.From the time he saw this thing just now, he wanted to cry, scream, and close his eyes not to look at it.But in fact, he didn't shed a single tear, and he didn't even make a sound. What's more frightening was that instead of closing his eyes, he even looked at the thing from head to toe.

Slam's mother had rushed to his side at this time, holding a rifle in her hand.Just now she saw her son sitting down on the ground suddenly.Immediately, he felt that he might have encountered some danger, so he immediately took the gun and ran out.However, her hands holding the gun were shaking non-stop at this moment, as if she was about to be unable to hold the weapon in her hand.Her eyes were fixed on the lump on the ground in front of the door, and the yell to tell Slamu to hide in the house stopped abruptly after only half a sentence, but she couldn't utter the second half. Make a noise.

"Open... open the door..."

The creature on the ground suddenly let out a weak cry, the voice was dry and hoarse.It's as unpleasant as the sound made when a piece of iron is broken.At the same time, he raised his head with great effort, trying to turn his face to this pair of statue-like mother and child.

Big Hu!What the hell is this! ! !

Slamu roared in his heart, and there was a strange sound from the depths of his throat.Then with a "wow", he vomited out the undigested food in his stomach.Tears of fear also flowed out at this moment, crossing his face in an instant, washing the food scraps around his mouth and flowing down quickly.

The food remnants vomited by Slamu splashed all over the small ground in front of the door, and even a small part of it directly splashed onto the struggling face.However, the owner of this face did not reach out to wipe the vomit full of strong smell.Maybe it's because his twisted upper limbs can't make this movement, or maybe he didn't feel the things splashed on his face at all. After all, his face basically has no skin that can provide sensation.

Most of the flesh on this face has festered and fallen off, and it has long been unknown where it fell, maybe on the way he came, maybe on his broken clothes, maybe, right at the feet of Slamu's mother and son.One of his eyes has also escaped from this face along with the disappearing flesh, leaving only a black hole that echoes the noseless nostril, and the black-red fascia trembles slightly with breathing.The strange thing is that on this face that has almost lost all flesh, there is something that should have been lost earlier than the flesh—spectacles.Slamu remembered it, but he couldn't confirm that the skull-like face in front of him was its original kind owner.

"Contact... connect... organize... contact..."

The jaws covered with muscle remnants opened and closed up and down, and the exposed bluish-white trachea kept trembling, and a faint sound slowly came out.The "person" lying on the ground kept repeating this sentence, and at the same time stretched out two arms that were almost broken, and slowly approached Slamu mother and child.Slamu saw that his two hands were tightly tied with ropes. The left hand was tied with a small silver metal box, while the right hand was a palm-sized iron plate with It seems that something is engraved in several different characters.

Slamu didn't see the words on the small iron plate clearly, because his mother, who finally broke free from the fear, did not allow her children to watch such horrible scenes again.She pulled Slamu up from the ground, then hugged him to the chair in the room, turned around and ran out the door, closing the door tightly.

Not long after, Slamu's mother opened the door and hurried in.Without saying a word, he dragged him up to the second floor.After bringing Slam into the house, his mother asked him not to go out with a very solemn expression, and then began to rummage through the box to find several thick clothes, and put them on herself one by one like crazy.Her expression was full of fear and confusion, but Slamu felt that she seemed to have some firmness that he couldn't understand.After putting all the clothes on her body, the mother, who had grown several times in size, gave Slamu a few solemn instructions, and then closed the door tightly and ran outside.

Slamu, who recovered from the weakness of vomiting, couldn't help worrying.He wanted to go out and have a look, but felt that he had to listen to his mother's instructions, so he had to lie down on his mouth and look outside.The gloomy night made everything in the field of vision a bit hazy, and Slamu saw vaguely that his mother seemed to have found a broken door and dragged the person wearing glasses up, and then dragged the person wearing glasses up with a rope. The door panel was pulled to the firewood shed in the corner of the yard.Slam clung to it tightly and watched his mother running back and forth between the house and the firewood shed.He kept taking some things into the firewood shed, as if he was helping that horrible person.For some reason, a very uncomfortable feeling suddenly jumped out of his heart, and for the first time, he felt that the night was extremely cold.

Early the next morning, Slamu's mother prepared food for him, then locked him in the room on the second floor, and left the house in a hurry.in the afternoon.His mother came back, along with a large carload of soldiers.These soldiers jumped out of the car as soon as they arrived at the place, and then scattered in all directions with steel guns in their hands. In an instant, they surrounded the tavern of Slamu's house, as tight as an iron barrel.Immediately afterwards, several people in white coats ran into the yard in a panic and got into the firewood shed, but after a while, one of them rushed back at a faster speed, ran to the door and met an officer-like man people say something.Just a few words.The officer immediately turned around and ran out the door, his body and movements seemed rather anxious.The officer yelled something, and got into the car. The soldiers around the house quickly dispersed for a long time after hearing the officer's shout. Slamu also saw some people separated from the team. Come out, run to the surrounding houses to bring the neighbors out, and lead them to other places far away.

A few more hours passed.Another group of soldiers came to his home with several vehicles. In the convoy was an armored vehicle that Slamu had never seen before. It looked like a square tin can.A few strangely dressed people got out of this car, their clothes were like green rubber raincoats.But it has sleeves and trouser legs, and it's still one-piece, not showing any skin.They also wear hats of similar material on their heads, the eyes are two pieces of transparent glass like glasses, and the mouth is a round flat piece covered with densely packed small holes.

These people entered the courtyard of Slamu's house, and immediately replaced those people in white coats.After a while, they entered the house with Slam's mother and came to the room on the second floor. One of them picked up Slam at the gesture of his mother, and then led them into the can In the same car, I drove to a large military camp.From that day on, Slamu grew up in this barracks.He and his mother lived in a building assigned to them, had meals with the soldiers, went to the army's children's school, and joined the army as an adult.

Slamu has never been able to understand what happened that day, of course, no one will tell him.Even the fact that the man wearing glasses died not long after that day was not known until Slamu heard his mother mention it many years later.However, with growing age and increasing knowledge, although Slamu couldn't make the specific things clear, he had a vague imagination about the whole story in his heart. When he was older, he knew that the airtight clothes those people wore that day had a very professional name-protective clothing. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)[