After wandering on the street for more than ten o'clock, I decided to go to the nearest police station to report the case.
While passing through a quiet park shortcut, I suddenly heard a hoarse shout:
"Young man, you've attracted something unclean!"
I turned my head, and a middle-aged Taoist priest was packing up his stall, and at the same time waved at me.
I was stunned: "You... what do you mean?"
"You can call me Father Michael O'Connell." Father Michael O'Connell came forward and sized me up, shook his head and said, "You should know very well, you might as well tell me."
I was a little suspicious, but I still told him about the strange things of the past two days.
Father Michael O'Connell frowned and listened to me. After I finished speaking, he asked carefully: "Does your cervical spine feel uncomfortable?"
I was stunned, thinking that was true, but it's just a common problem for office workers, right?
This old guy, is he setting me up?
Father Michael O'Connell looked at me and smiled bitterly, "It seems so. You don't have to be suspicious, carefully touch the back of your neck, is there a wound?"
My eyes were fixed on him, but my hand couldn't help but touch my back.
There was nothing unusual.
After all, who wouldn't notice they were hurt?
I frowned, just about to ignore him and turn to leave, when a sharp pain came from the back of my neck.
To be precise, what I had just touched was the protruding bone of the cervical spine at the back of my neck.
There was actually an extra, delicate wound there, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. Only when carefully examining it would I feel that rough, uneven texture on the skin.
I was a little flustered, and tried to pry open the wound. The pain was excruciating.
This wound hadn't even healed! I didn't even know how deep it was!
I trembled, and moved my hand down slowly.
The wound had already spread to a third of my back!
I looked at Father Michael O'Connell, and said with difficulty: "What... is going on?"
"Your dog, blocked a fatal blow for you."
"What do you mean?"
Father Michael O'Connell looked at me with pity and said:
"That thing, she wants to skin you."