Chapter 1 Broken Arm
"On October 10, a senior student was about to enter a shopping mall when he saw a foreign object suddenly fall from the upper floor. He did not hesitate at all and immediately ran forward to push away the pedestrians below who might be injured. However, he was knocked down by the falling object and unfortunately lost his right arm. At present, he has been successfully discharged from the hospital and has been awarded the honorary title of advanced individual for courageous acts in the city. Civilization takes root in fertile soil, and virtues are passed on endlessly..."

Hong Chen turned his head to look at the banner and certificate beside him, and then thought about the bonus and compensation from the mall, and he didn't have too many regrets.

After all, if he relied on himself, he would not be able to save a million in his lifetime. Moreover, if he did not go up at that time, the person in front of him who was pushed away by him would be hit on the head. That scene would not only be tragic, but also leave him with a greater psychological trauma.

After continuing to watch videos for a while, he put down his phone, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

After some noise and tinkering, he came out holding a bowl of noodles in one hand.

Although his right hand was dominant before, over the past half month, with the help and guidance of doctors and nurses, he has initially developed the ability to complete more movements with his left hand.

Halfway through the meal, the cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, courier, is it convenient for you to sign for it now?"

"Sure. I'm home."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After a while, there was a knock on the door. He stood up, signed for the express, put the box on the table, his face full of anticipation.

Cut the tape, open the box, remove the foam layer, and peel back the bubble wrap.

However, when this long-awaited item revealed its true appearance, Hong Chen couldn't help but be stunned.

What would a prosthetic limb look like?

He had had fantasies on many occasions, and of course he had also searched for relevant information on the Internet.

I don't dare to expect it to be as similar to a real arm as in cyberpunk, but as an advanced electromechanical prosthesis, it should at least be full of mechanical style that represents the world's advanced science and technology.

but.

What was lying in the box at this moment was a dark brown, shriveled and burnt object.

The wrinkled skin is like dry and rough tree bark.

If it weren't for its slender and distinct fingers, it would probably look more like a tree trunk than an arm.

mummy?
After a long silence, Hong Chen picked up the express box and wanted to check the delivery information, but strangely, he couldn't find the express slip after turning six sides.

Hong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his memory began to recall.

……

"Thank you for your hard work!" Hong Chen handed over the other person's pen.

The courier took it and responded politely: "You're welcome."

Hong Chen held the express delivery in his right arm and closed the door with his left hand.

The courier saw the empty sleeve of his right hand and took the initiative to say, "Let me do it."

"Okay, thank you." Hong Chen did not refuse. He stepped back and turned around. At the same time, he covered his mouth with his hand and yawned again, with tears even overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Behind.

"Haha, no thanks, I wish you a pleasant experience."

Bang!
……

The courier did speak before the door closed.

But Hong Chen had never noticed it before.

"I did sign it, and he said it was a pleasure to use, which means he knows what's inside. How can I sign it if there's no delivery slip? How does he know?"

Hong Chen grabbed the phone and pulled up the call records.

The most recent call record shows the time was 11 o'clock last night, and the remark was [Tutor].

Ever since Hong Chen got into trouble, the mentor would often call him after work, on the one hand to understand and comfort his mental state, and on the other hand to communicate with him about his self-study progress and answer some questions for him.

To put it bluntly, although he lost his right hand, he still had to live and study. At least he still had one hand, and as long as he exercised more, it wouldn't cause too much trouble and impact on his life.

So, here comes the question. Where is the courier's phone call just now?

Holding the phone tightly, his fingers kept scrolling back and forth.

After a while, he gave up searching and turned on the surveillance camera in the living room on his mobile phone.

Hong Chen stared at the screen intently and turned the volume up to maximum.

Playback starts.

Eat noodle.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

The me in the picture dropped my chopsticks, turned around and ran towards the door, saying, "Coming!"

open the door.

The courier shows up.

What happened next was exactly as he remembered. He signed and had a brief conversation with the other party.

however.

When he turned and walked towards the living room, the courier wearing a hat outside the door inadvertently looked up as he closed the door for him.

Hong Chen stared at the screen and immediately saw the other person's face clearly.

boom!
The phone slipped from Hong Chen's hand. Or rather, he threw it away.

"How is this possible?!" He stared unconsciously and turned his head to look at the now closed door, unable to believe what he just saw:
How could that courier be me?!
Hallucination?

Or is it a ghost?
It was a sunny day, but Hong Chen suddenly felt a chill rising from his tailbone, flowing upstream along his spine, and instantly rushing straight to his head.

After shivering violently, he suddenly stood up and prepared to cover the opened express box.

However, just as he stretched out his left hand, the arm lying in the box suddenly jumped up, and the five mummy-like fingers directly grasped his hand.

Hong Chen was so frightened that he suddenly shuddered, but before he could scream, the severe pain in his hand made him cry out in pain.

Suddenly, thin blood lines emerged from the rear cross-section of the broken arm. They grew and stretched out madly, waving like silk threads and extending towards Hong Chen's right arm.

Hong Chen instinctively dodged sideways, but his left hand was grabbed and he was completely unable to dodge.

In a blink of an eye, even more intense pain came from the broken arm.

This hurt much more than when his arm was smashed while trying to save someone a few months ago.

The blood threads were not sharp, but they could easily pierce Hong Chen's skin. They took root, climbed and integrated into Hong Chen's arms like vines.

At the same time, Hong Chen felt not only pain, but also deep weakness.

The hand finally loosened, and it moved closer to Hong Chen's right arm while being pulled by the long bloody threads.

Soon, the two sections came together and were perfectly connected.

Before he had time to think, he saw the shriveled broken arm suddenly swell up, and the dark brown color like tree bark gradually faded away.

Hong Chen's face suddenly turned pale.

He knew what it felt like to lose blood, but this was no ordinary bleeding; it was more like the gurgling of blood after a severed aorta.

Even his body size was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bones under the skin and flesh were gradually protruding, and his cheeks were sunken inward.

Uncontrollable dizziness came in waves, and the instinctive action of breathing became increasingly difficult.

Hong Chen fought back desperately, but it was of no avail even if he gritted his teeth.

A few moments.

His eyelids fluttered unconsciously and his body fell backwards to the ground.

(End of this chapter)