Horror Story of Eye Replacement

(A)

Mijiashan washed his hands in the toilet, first with soap, then with hand sanitizer, repeatedly smearing and rubbing, so carefully that even the nail crevices refused to let go, like a dutiful doctor in pre-operative disinfection, and like a calm criminal in cleaning up the scene of the crime. Full attention. Meticulous.

Everyone in the world washes their hands every day, but as Mijiashan did, I'm afraid there is no one else who gets up from under the covers in the middle of the night to wash their hands.

"Why is your face full of blood?" Half an hour ago Mijiashan suddenly pushed me out of sleep and said in a fuss. His eyes were rounded and glittering in the moonlight. I was shocked by his expression and flung myself in front of the mirror as my sleepiness subsided. But in the mirror, there was nothing unusual about my face except for the eye stains. Turning around again, I found that he had jumped to the floor barefoot, pale and shouting: "Blood, a lot of blood, there is also blood on the bed!"

And I still didn't see anything. The sheets were new, blue and covered with golden sunflowers. The huge flowers were blooming in anger, like a mocking face. I was laughing so hard.

"Are you kidding me?" I said. Mijiashan ignored me and once again jumped nervously: "Oh my God, I have blood on my hands too ......" and then rushed into the toilet with a roll.

I was dumbfounded.

In fact, for more than a month, Mijiashan has done a number of things in a row that dazzled me, and this incident, but one of them.

(II)

"I suspect he's mentally deranged!" I told Wenwei. I was a good friend of mine, with a face and long legs like Karen Mok. She runs a beauty salon and dresses up like an enchanting butterfly every day.

"I'm afraid anyone who has suffered a change like that would be a little out of sorts." She applied all kinds of icy make-up to my face while flirting carelessly.

A month ago Mijiashan had a car accident, nearly blind, but fortunately in time to transplant the cornea. I don't want to be discharged from the hospital, strange things came one after another. For example, he often says he sees strangers walking around the house, and hears women crying, and sometimes inexplicably wakes me up at night to ask where I've just been. And I had clearly been sleeping next to him the whole time, and hadn't left for a moment.

"Could it be that the car accident damaged the nerves in his brain?" I was anxious.

"If it's not a prank, then there's another possibility: the transplanted corneas are at work." Wen Wei smiled slyly, "Have you seen a movie called 'See the Ghost'? The heroine became yin and yang because of the transplanted corneas, and can see things that normal people can't see, foreign lands or ghosts!"

"Wen Wei, don't scare me! That's just a fictional story! How can there be ghosts in the world?" I was no longer in the mood to continue receiving her beauty massage. I was looking for a little solace from her, but I didn't expect to be more stimulated. So I got out of bed and said goodbye.

I didn't go home right away, but turned into a small store and bought the disc of "See the Ghost". On the cover, Li Xinjie has a green face, which is alarming. Just look at the cover, already feel the cold whoosh, and then look at the content is even more chilling. In the hot summer sun, I actually broke out in a cold sweat.

The person who donated his cornea to Mijiashan, what kind of a person is he?

I decided to go to the hospital to find out.