The devil is coming

Chapter 3 Lord, are you awake?
I,
dead...
Zheng Fan thought that he should be dead.
However, the moisture, warmth, and long-lost warmth slowly traveled through my body.
At first, this feeling was just faint and slight, hard to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation began to become clearer and clearer.
Is this what it feels like to die?
seem,
It’s not that hard to accept;
even,
And a little comfortable.
The input of nerves is like a dry canal being reintroduced into living water, from nourishing the cracked land to moistening and finally to water storage. This is a step-by-step process.
As all this unfolded, Zheng Fan began to become more and more sensitive to the outside world.
He could feel his hands, his feet, and the warm liquid dripping from his chest.
A strange thought began to emerge from his consciousness,
Zheng Fan began to doubt,
Myself,
really dead?
No one knows what happens after death. Even though the friends in the studio created many horror stories about ghosts, they were just imagination after all.
After all, a dead person cannot write a few hundred words of experience and experience like a primary school student and pass it back.
Zheng Fan started to try to do something. The first thing he did was to open his eyes.
At this time, he felt like Yu Gong moved mountains. On the one hand, the sensations in various parts of the body were rapidly recovering, and on the other hand, no matter how hard he tried, he could not open them.
It was as if he had fallen into a state of being trapped in bed. He wanted to resist, but all he could do was struggle in vain.
"Bang!"
There was a noise,
Then there was a splash of heat on the noodles.
Under this stimulation, Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes.
My vision was blurry at first. I could detect some light, but I couldn't form an image.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow came over and began to wipe his face continuously while blocking his sight again and again.
Just like a person who has just woken up, washing his face with a hot towel can indeed make him feel refreshed for a period of time.
Zheng Fan's vision began to become clearer and clearer.
First, what he saw was a face, the face of a girl who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The girl was wearing a simple long dress, holding a copper basin in one hand and a towel in the other, looking at herself with an uneasy look on her face.
so,
Did he just wake up when this girl accidentally poured a basin of hot water on him?
And the warm and comfortable feeling I felt before was because she was wiping herself?
The girl was very frightened. Because of her negligence, she poured a basin of hot water on the noble man, and this noble man was whom her mother had repeatedly asked her to take good care of.
In the past six months, her job has been to serve him. Even though he has been in a coma and has not woken up, she has not dared to slack off at all. The most obvious evidence is that this man has been bedridden for half a year and does not even have a bedsore on his body.
Only those who have truly taken care of bedridden patients know how much sacrifice it means to have no bedsores on the patient.
But the girl didn't complain at all and was very grateful for the job.
In other words, this man is her life. If she makes any mistake, according to her mother's temperament, she will probably kick her directly into the red tent in the hook railing to receive those smelly guests. .
Mom's temper is not good, and it is very bad.
If my mother knew about my mistake and discovered the wetness on the bed, I would...
The girl's absence did not last long, because she suddenly discovered that this man's eyes had opened!
The girl blinked,
Zheng Fan blinked,
4.5 seconds of silence,
"what!!!"
The girl let out a scream,
This cry made Zheng Fan's head twitch when he just woke up, and he almost fainted from being shouted again. It would be a pity for this girl not to practice soprano.
"Mom, he's awake, he's awake!!!"
The girl turned around, shouted loudly, and ran out of the room.
The room finally became quiet, and Zheng Fan was the only one left.
Zheng Fan tried to move his hands and feet. He felt a little numb at first, but he quickly found a point of support and climbed up from the bed with some difficulty. He supported the bed with both hands and got out of bed.
My legs were a little weak, but fortunately I was prepared in advance and kept my balance so I didn't fall directly to the ground.
After breathing heavily for a while, Zheng Fan released his hands again and stood completely on the ground. However, his back was slightly bent, his center of gravity was slightly lowered, and he was still a little careful to maintain stability.
The whole process was a bit like a newborn baby learning to walk again. This body seemed a little too weak and was already dripping with sweat.
At this moment, Zheng Fan was able to take a look at the room. The wooden structure was a bit old, and the furnishings in the room were also very retro. There was a dressing table in the corner with a bronze mirror on it.
"This is me..."
According to the layout of the room he is currently in, if the ridiculous possibility that he is now sent to Hengdian Affiliated Hospital is ruled out,
This is myself,
crossed?
As a creator, Zheng Fan is naturally familiar with the word "time travel", but he really didn't expect it to happen to him.
Somewhat staggeringly, he moved to the dressing table and looked at the bronze mirror.
There are almost no people who have not heard of bronze mirrors, but not many have actually seen and used them. After all, they have been out of use for many years. But when Zheng Fan stood in front of the mirror, he was also attracted by the bronze mirror. The effect was a bit surprising.
Although it is definitely not as good as the glass mirrors of later generations, the effect is much better than what I imagined.
Zheng Fan reached out and touched his face while looking at the mirror. What was in the mirror was his own face. Well, it seemed that it was not a soul-piercing one...
Moreover, there are some differences between the face in the mirror and when he died. Before euthanasia, he had become skinny due to the disease, but now, it seems that there is some extra flesh on his face, although he is still a little thin. and pale, but within the acceptable level for normal people.
Lowering his head, Zheng Qiang noticed that he was actually naked, not just without a shirt.
It's just that when I woke up before, I really didn't notice this for a while.
Once people have no clothes, they tend to feel insecure, especially in this unfamiliar environment. This uneasiness will be even stronger.
Now that I think about it, that girl was just wiping herself?
What Zheng Fan didn't know was that the girl had been wiping his body almost every day for the past six months.
The girl accidentally threw a basin of water on her face.
To the right of the dressing table, there is a chair with a set of clothes on it.
This set of clothes is very familiar. It is a sweatshirt. The main color is black, with a little dark red mixed in. At the same time, there is a pair of boots under the chair.
These are the clothes Zheng Fan was wearing when he committed suicide. He likes this style of clothes and has designed and ordered many sets by himself because he feels that sweatshirts can bring him a sense of security, especially when he wears the sweatshirt. When the hat is lowered to cover most of your face, you can give yourself the peace you need.
With some difficulty, Zheng Fan put on his clothes and boots. He was so tired that he could only sit on a chair and lean on the dressing table, panting. His body when he woke up was indeed too weak, but in any case, he was better than when he committed suicide. This sick body has already healed a lot. At the very least, if this body rests and recuperates for a while, it should be able to recover a lot.
At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed a figure appearing at the door, and he immediately looked up while still breathing.
For a time,
Zheng Fan's whole body felt like he was being shocked by electricity.
Standing at the door of the room was a woman, about thirty-five or six years old. She was wearing a long blue dress, a phoenix hairpin on her head, rosy lips, and charming eyes. She was a ***** Despite her age, this woman has an elegant temperament and a perfectly plump figure.
Of course, no matter how beautiful or coquettish this woman is, it is not the point, and it is not enough to surprise Zheng Fan like this. What really shocked Zheng Fan was that,
he,
Meet this woman!
and,
He once painted this woman with his own hands!
"Feng......Feng Siniang?"
Zheng Fan felt that he was dreaming. Is it possible that once a person dies, he will enter an endless dream?
From this point of view, it seems that death is no longer a terrible thing, but a kind of relief in pursuit of freedom.
The woman looked at Zheng Fan standing in front of her,
Her mouth was slightly open, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. For a moment, her red lips were slightly parted as she was smiling, and the tears were falling as she was crying. She had lost her composure to the extreme.
To the end,
The woman simply put her hands in front of her lower abdomen and bent her knees.
Crying:
"Lord, you are finally awake!"
(End of this chapter)