Chapter 159 perfectly copied that ugly face
The red-hot round iron is frightening and reminds people of the irons in ancient prison cells.
Time passed by, and Song Xiaofan finally made up his mind.
"Forget it, just die!" The round iron in the fire became hotter and hotter. He bit the stick decisively and then raised the round iron.
There was a mirror hanging on the iron wall opposite the bed, and the trembling hands were clearly illuminated by the mirror. In the smoke, the round iron gradually pressed towards the face. Closer, closer, closer
Suddenly, Song Xiaofan closed his eyes and pressed down, letting the hot round iron crush the snow-white skin of his right face.
"what--"
A burst of white smoke rose, chichi smoke.
Tears burst from his eyes and the wooden stick was almost chewed into pieces, but his scream still broke the dead silence in the office. This is not a pain that ordinary people can endure, but Song Xiaofan's heart has already hardened after killing others. If he is cruel to others, he will be even more cruel to himself!
His facial muscles twitched crazily and his head shook violently. He wanted to throw the round iron away immediately. But it's not possible now, the burning must last longer.
"what--"
The muscles were charred, and the smell of meat lingered everywhere. But at this moment, no one could care about the smell of meat. The pain almost made him faint.
Song Xiaofan was swaying wildly, like a carp struggling to its death on the shore.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, he threw away the round iron. Unexpectedly, the trembling couldn't stop, like an out-of-control car running wildly ahead.
In severe pain, he fainted.
The flames danced happily, and the heat of the round iron had not subsided.
When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black outside the window. My face felt sticky when I touched it with my hands, and it hurt so much that I just wanted to cry. After being dazed for a while, he passed out again.
When he woke up, it was already midnight, got up, dressed and went out. The long hood of the windbreaker covered his face, and the mask reluctantly covered the wound. He walked to an unmonitored section of the road and intercepted a car. The car lights shone on his face, and the car owner screamed, "Ghost--" Song Xiaofan reached out and touched it, and there was blood all over it. It turned out that the wound was stained red on the mask. "I'm injured. You take me to Meimei Plastic Surgery Hospital and I'll give you money." He handed over two hundred-dollar bills expressionlessly. In fact, he still had a lot of gold in his pocket, but in order to hide his identity, he had to give him cash.
The car owner calmed down when he saw the money, which at least shows that the person who blocked the road in the middle of the night and was dripping with blood was not a ghost. He took the money, got out of the car and opened the back door himself, "Get in."
Song Xiaofan lowered his head the whole time and got into the car.
In the middle of the night, the car got off in front of the gate of Meimei Plastic Surgery Hospital. The entire five-story building is located in the center of Nanhua City, emitting a dim light in the dark night. Someone is on duty, and the lights on the fourth floor are on.
He smiled, took out his cell phone and called Meimei, "I'm downstairs with you." He didn't give any specific requirements, but he believed Meimei knew what to do.
"Wait, who is this Meimei?" Tong Ge couldn't help but interrupt the memory.
"Keep listening and you will know." Song Xiaofan was not in a hurry to reveal it.
"Have you ever made a call on your mobile phone? Why didn't we find the relevant records?"
"Hmph! That's the card Meimei opened for me using her own ID card."
In this way, Children's Song becomes even more curious about Meimei's identity.
In less than two minutes, a long-haired beauty with charming facial features rushed out from the door of the hospital. She was Meimei. She rushed over happily, took a closer look, and cried, "Dear, what's wrong with your face?"
"Sorry, I had an accident." Song Xiaofan said apologetically.
Meimei dragged him to the hospital, but was stopped by the latter. He lowered his voice and said, "Meimei, take me in quietly first."
She covered him upstairs and entered the bedroom on the fourth floor, "I haven't seen anyone for so many days, and I can't get through the phone. When I show up, it becomes like this!"
At this time, Song Xiaofan was not wanted by the entire network.
"I'm sorry. But you don't need to know, because I won't hurt you."
"Am I the kind of person who is afraid of death?"
"But I don't want to do that." Song Xiaofan took off his mask and was ready to accept everything. Meimei was even more shocked when she saw the bloody face, "Does your face hurt?" She stroked the ruined face, feeling extremely sad.
He nodded heavily, feeling as aggrieved as a child, "It hurts! Is there any hope?"
Meimei nodded, then shook her head, "You are seriously injured and need a skin grafting operation."
"Meimei, it's best to leave a scar. Promise me that no one will ever know that I have been here for treatment." He grabbed her wrist.
Meimei, as the hospital director, personally provides treatment.
later.
In the operating room, shadowless lamps illuminated every corner, and all surgical instruments were placed on iron plates. The instruments for detecting heartbeat and blood pressure were turned on, and she said to him affectionately: "Don't worry, the operation will go smoothly."
"What if I can't recover?"
"If you can't recover, I won't leave you because of it."
"No, try to leave scars for me."
"Why? Do you want to become ugly? I won't allow it!" Meimei was so angry that she smashed the plate.
But Song Xiaofan smiled bitterly, "I have my own reasons."
"I don't understand." Meimei was stunned for a long time.
"Stop asking."
She really didn't ask any more questions, silently picked up the plate, sterilized it, and started the operation as required.
Meimei put oxygen on him and injected him with anesthetic. He fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, he felt that the scar on the interface had become a complete circle and smiled with satisfaction.
He wanted to transform himself into a strange woman and had close contact with that terrifying and ugly face. At that time, the woman's face had a large bulge, and there was a clear circle of scars around it, as if someone had forced half an apple into her face. The apple stands tall and resembles a baby's face. If you look closely, the woman's face looks strange and abrupt, with half of her big face covering the other half of her baby face.
He thought he could evade tracking this way.
Afterwards, Song Xiaofan pointed to the circle and asked, "After the scars on my face fall off, can I fill it with silicone here?"
Meimei said no problem.
The ward is located in an independent space on the fourth floor, next to the beautiful bedroom. After being hospitalized for a month, she personally took care of Song Xiaofan's face and three meals a day. After the scars fell off, Meimei filled the circles on his cheeks with silicone as required. He became extremely ugly, but he also perfectly copied the face of a strange woman.
Meimei was so angry that she threw away the mirror, "Stop looking, what's so good about it?"
He was a bit ugly, but his face was still fair, as dazzlingly white as a strange woman. "Hey! Are you angry?"
Weird! Seeing this, Meimei took a step back in fright, "Is it necessary to make yourself look like a human being or a ghost?"
"Is this what you're saying? It seems that Meimei has tolerated me for a long time?" He smiled helplessly, and after burning his face, he knew that the relationship could not continue. If there is a misunderstanding, then there is a misunderstanding. What’s the use of explaining more?
Meimei grimaced.
After recovering from his injuries, Song Xiaofan left behind 50,000 pieces of gold, broke off Meimei's phone card, and lived in hiding in an abandoned industrial area.
He couldn't involve this female college classmate who had been in love for many years.
It turns out that Meimei is Song Xiaofan's lover. but.
Children's Song asked: "Why haven't you said anything yet?"
The red-hot round iron is frightening and reminds people of the irons in ancient prison cells.
Time passed by, and Song Xiaofan finally made up his mind.
"Forget it, just die!" The round iron in the fire became hotter and hotter. He bit the stick decisively and then raised the round iron.
There was a mirror hanging on the iron wall opposite the bed, and the trembling hands were clearly illuminated by the mirror. In the smoke, the round iron gradually pressed towards the face. Closer, closer, closer
Suddenly, Song Xiaofan closed his eyes and pressed down, letting the hot round iron crush the snow-white skin of his right face.
"what--"
A burst of white smoke rose, chichi smoke.
Tears burst from his eyes and the wooden stick was almost chewed into pieces, but his scream still broke the dead silence in the office. This is not a pain that ordinary people can endure, but Song Xiaofan's heart has already hardened after killing others. If he is cruel to others, he will be even more cruel to himself!
His facial muscles twitched crazily and his head shook violently. He wanted to throw the round iron away immediately. But it's not possible now, the burning must last longer.
"what--"
The muscles were charred, and the smell of meat lingered everywhere. But at this moment, no one could care about the smell of meat. The pain almost made him faint.
Song Xiaofan was swaying wildly, like a carp struggling to its death on the shore.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, he threw away the round iron. Unexpectedly, the trembling couldn't stop, like an out-of-control car running wildly ahead.
In severe pain, he fainted.
The flames danced happily, and the heat of the round iron had not subsided.
When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black outside the window. My face felt sticky when I touched it with my hands, and it hurt so much that I just wanted to cry. After being dazed for a while, he passed out again.
When he woke up, it was already midnight, got up, dressed and went out. The long hood of the windbreaker covered his face, and the mask reluctantly covered the wound. He walked to an unmonitored section of the road and intercepted a car. The car lights shone on his face, and the car owner screamed, "Ghost--" Song Xiaofan reached out and touched it, and there was blood all over it. It turned out that the wound was stained red on the mask. "I'm injured. You take me to Meimei Plastic Surgery Hospital and I'll give you money." He handed over two hundred-dollar bills expressionlessly. In fact, he still had a lot of gold in his pocket, but in order to hide his identity, he had to give him cash.
The car owner calmed down when he saw the money, which at least shows that the person who blocked the road in the middle of the night and was dripping with blood was not a ghost. He took the money, got out of the car and opened the back door himself, "Get in."
Song Xiaofan lowered his head the whole time and got into the car.
In the middle of the night, the car got off in front of the gate of Meimei Plastic Surgery Hospital. The entire five-story building is located in the center of Nanhua City, emitting a dim light in the dark night. Someone is on duty, and the lights on the fourth floor are on.
He smiled, took out his cell phone and called Meimei, "I'm downstairs with you." He didn't give any specific requirements, but he believed Meimei knew what to do.
"Wait, who is this Meimei?" Tong Ge couldn't help but interrupt the memory.
"Keep listening and you will know." Song Xiaofan was not in a hurry to reveal it.
"Have you ever made a call on your mobile phone? Why didn't we find the relevant records?"
"Hmph! That's the card Meimei opened for me using her own ID card."
In this way, Children's Song becomes even more curious about Meimei's identity.
In less than two minutes, a long-haired beauty with charming facial features rushed out from the door of the hospital. She was Meimei. She rushed over happily, took a closer look, and cried, "Dear, what's wrong with your face?"
"Sorry, I had an accident." Song Xiaofan said apologetically.
Meimei dragged him to the hospital, but was stopped by the latter. He lowered his voice and said, "Meimei, take me in quietly first."
She covered him upstairs and entered the bedroom on the fourth floor, "I haven't seen anyone for so many days, and I can't get through the phone. When I show up, it becomes like this!"
At this time, Song Xiaofan was not wanted by the entire network.
"I'm sorry. But you don't need to know, because I won't hurt you."
"Am I the kind of person who is afraid of death?"
"But I don't want to do that." Song Xiaofan took off his mask and was ready to accept everything. Meimei was even more shocked when she saw the bloody face, "Does your face hurt?" She stroked the ruined face, feeling extremely sad.
He nodded heavily, feeling as aggrieved as a child, "It hurts! Is there any hope?"
Meimei nodded, then shook her head, "You are seriously injured and need a skin grafting operation."
"Meimei, it's best to leave a scar. Promise me that no one will ever know that I have been here for treatment." He grabbed her wrist.
Meimei, as the hospital director, personally provides treatment.
later.
In the operating room, shadowless lamps illuminated every corner, and all surgical instruments were placed on iron plates. The instruments for detecting heartbeat and blood pressure were turned on, and she said to him affectionately: "Don't worry, the operation will go smoothly."
"What if I can't recover?"
"If you can't recover, I won't leave you because of it."
"No, try to leave scars for me."
"Why? Do you want to become ugly? I won't allow it!" Meimei was so angry that she smashed the plate.
But Song Xiaofan smiled bitterly, "I have my own reasons."
"I don't understand." Meimei was stunned for a long time.
"Stop asking."
She really didn't ask any more questions, silently picked up the plate, sterilized it, and started the operation as required.
Meimei put oxygen on him and injected him with anesthetic. He fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, he felt that the scar on the interface had become a complete circle and smiled with satisfaction.
He wanted to transform himself into a strange woman and had close contact with that terrifying and ugly face. At that time, the woman's face had a large bulge, and there was a clear circle of scars around it, as if someone had forced half an apple into her face. The apple stands tall and resembles a baby's face. If you look closely, the woman's face looks strange and abrupt, with half of her big face covering the other half of her baby face.
He thought he could evade tracking this way.
Afterwards, Song Xiaofan pointed to the circle and asked, "After the scars on my face fall off, can I fill it with silicone here?"
Meimei said no problem.
The ward is located in an independent space on the fourth floor, next to the beautiful bedroom. After being hospitalized for a month, she personally took care of Song Xiaofan's face and three meals a day. After the scars fell off, Meimei filled the circles on his cheeks with silicone as required. He became extremely ugly, but he also perfectly copied the face of a strange woman.
Meimei was so angry that she threw away the mirror, "Stop looking, what's so good about it?"
He was a bit ugly, but his face was still fair, as dazzlingly white as a strange woman. "Hey! Are you angry?"
Weird! Seeing this, Meimei took a step back in fright, "Is it necessary to make yourself look like a human being or a ghost?"
"Is this what you're saying? It seems that Meimei has tolerated me for a long time?" He smiled helplessly, and after burning his face, he knew that the relationship could not continue. If there is a misunderstanding, then there is a misunderstanding. What’s the use of explaining more?
Meimei grimaced.
After recovering from his injuries, Song Xiaofan left behind 50,000 pieces of gold, broke off Meimei's phone card, and lived in hiding in an abandoned industrial area.
He couldn't involve this female college classmate who had been in love for many years.
It turns out that Meimei is Song Xiaofan's lover. but.
Children's Song asked: "Why haven't you said anything yet?"
