Chapter 17 Blood Eye (End)

During the rolling process, Jack found that the eye nerves dragging behind the eyeball were like the eight claws of an octopus, bending and twisting, touching the ground, and moving forward with the eyeball. The situation was inexplicably weird!

 At this moment, Jack didn't care about so much. He raised his knife and accurately inserted the arc knife in his hand into the eyeball that was moving and obviously approaching him. Although the eyeball was inserted, it was still struggling quickly. The large number of eye nerves behind it no longer pushed it forward, but really like an octopus, a large number of nerve lines reversed and entangled the arc knife that was inserted into itself.

 This scene seemed to be about to crack a gap from the surface of the eyeball, directly break away from the control of the arc knife, and approach Jack again. "Can't kill it!" Jack was shocked. The next second, the eyeball really cracked open, broke free from the arc knife, and continued to crawl towards Jack.

 Jack subconsciously stepped back, trying to get away from the eyeball, but soon the back of his head hit the edge of the bed. He immediately grabbed the bed sheet with his backhand and prepared to stand up and climb onto the bed. Now it seems that the eyeball crawls slowly. As long as he crawls to the other side of the bed, he may find a chance to leave the bedroom.

 Just when Jack was leaning on the edge of the bed and preparing to stand up, he didn't expect that the crawling eyeball suddenly stood up, and the eye nerves stood up one by one, then bounced, and fell directly on the back of his hand with a click. Almost all the eye nerves, like whiskers, are now attached to the skin on the back of Jack's hand.

 A chilly and piercing feeling spread throughout his body along his arm. In addition, a sticky feeling of nausea surged up, and Jack suddenly felt his whole arm numb. The eyeball did not stop after crawling up his arm, but quickly crawled along his arm to his shoulder, as if to get close to Jack's cheek.

 The numbness in Jack's arm at this moment was not an illusion, but a real feeling after the eyeball touched his skin. Not only that, as the eyeball crawled on his arm, he was gradually losing control of his body. He felt that the right half of his body had no strength at all and no longer belonged to him.

 His left arm unconsciously grabbed the edge of the bed sheet, and with a slight pull, something on the bed fell down and rolled to his side. Jack glanced at the thing and found that it was the eyeball of the sculpture that he had almost finished carving.

 The scene of Allen's sculpture taking the fake Allen came to his mind. Although he did not see how the sculpture took it in, the prerequisite was that the two had touched each other. The next second, his left hand grabbed the rolling eyeball of the sculpture.

 Almost at the same time, the blood-red eyeball that had climbed up to his shoulder suddenly shuddered, and the eye nerve that had touched Jack's face instantly retracted, and the whole eyeball seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force and shrank rapidly. The eyeball struggled wildly, as if trying to escape.

 But it only took two or three seconds, and it turned into a black shadow of an eyeball, which was absorbed into the eyeball of the sculpture held in Jack's left hand. Jack was startled, thinking that the blood pupil had run into his left hand, and quickly threw away the sculpture in his hand.

 But then he looked at it again, his palm was fine, and the sculpture was just rolling on the ground, looking very normal. Looking closely again, there was a faint black shadow of the eyeball in the eyeball of the sculpture. This scene was exactly the same as the black shadow of Allen in the bust sculpture.

 "Sure enough, it was sucked into the sculpture." Jack immediately understood that as a medium, he could also achieve the effect after contact with the blood pupil crawling on his body and holding the blood pupil sculpture in his hand. But at this moment, his body was injured and bleeding, so he had no time to study this for the time being.

 He propped himself up, half-sitting on the bed, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, called the police, and asked the police officer to call an ambulance by the way, and then he lay on the bed as if he was exhausted. In a daze, it seemed that many people entered the room, and then he was carried on a stretcher, went downstairs and was stuffed into an ambulance, and finally fell into a coma.

 After an unknown amount of time, Jack slowly opened his eyes, feeling that his head was still very dizzy, but he could no longer feel the pain in his body. His body was a little stiff, and he gently turned his head and found himself lying in a quiet, white single ward, surrounded by medical equipment, and a screen on the right showed his heart rate, blood pressure and other values.

 His body was still very weak, he didn't want to move, and even didn't want to open his eyelids. He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when the direction of the ward door rang and someone walked in. It sounded like Lily, who had just met not long ago, and it seemed that there was also police officer Ted and the young man who was with Lily last time.

 After the young man said a word, he remained silent. It was basically Lily and Ted who were talking in a low voice. Jack's body was weak to begin with, and he didn't want to open his eyes, so he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The young man who didn't speak seemed to be sitting beside his bed, and it was not convenient for him to peek, while Lily and Ted were talking near the window of the ward.

 The two did not deliberately avoid, so Jack could hear their conversation. After listening for a while, he was a little surprised. As he guessed, the man who turned off the power switch and lurked in the kitchen to kill him was the murderer who killed Fiona because of emotional disputes. That guy's profession was actually a fitness coach! No wonder he was so strong!

 As for why this guy wanted to kill himself, it seemed to be related to Jack's encounter with Fiona's body that night. The police officer's news was completely blocked, causing the murderer to go home without knowing that it was Fiona's body, and find Jack. The murderer thought that Jack had discovered something in the process of killing Fiona, so police officers went to Jack's house again and again, trying to get clues from him.

 As a result, the guy couldn't sit still, and hid directly in Jack's house, ready to silence him. Of course, these police officers did not understand why the mangy dog ​​also appeared, and Lily and others checked the scene and did not find blood pupils.

 "According to the results of the on-site inspection, this kid is lucky. The murderer had a fight with the mangy dog ​​at the door, his throat was bitten, and there were signs of broken bones in his wrists and knees, but the dog also had fatal knife wounds. Well, both sides were injured..." Xiongwei speculated: "It should be that the mangy dog ​​bit the murderer to death, ran to the inner room to continue biting Jack, and then ran out of energy and was killed by Jack with his utility knife."

 Lily said: "Fiona was murdered, the murderer was brought to justice, and now your case can be closed. As for the dead dog and Jack's experience, we will follow up the investigation in detail next." Hearing this, Jack was stunned for a moment. Although he had guessed before, he was sure now that these police officers strictly distinguished between the investigation and handling of ordinary cases and bizarre cases.

 Ted was only responsible for handling ordinary cases, while Lily was specialized in investigating bizarre cases. Of course, even in the face of Lily's investigation, Jack couldn't reveal all his secrets. Taking advantage of the opportunity to pretend to sleep, he planned to sort out what he wanted to say in his mind so that he could record a statement after "waking up" later.

 Thinking in his mind, he pricked up his ears to listen to what the two had to say. At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded beside Jack's ear. It was the voice of a man about fifty years old.

 "He's awake." As soon as these words came out, Lily and Ted, who were standing in the direction of the window, stopped talking immediately. Jack, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, was even more shocked. He never thought that there was a man in the ward, and from just now until now, this man had been sitting by the bed, silently observing him.