From the end of the world

Chapter 2 Picking up the Doomsday Girl 2
The girl was covered in blood, leaning against the wall motionless with her eyes closed.

The beam of light hit her face directly, but she didn't react at all, as if she had fainted.

I was stunned for a moment.

The evil ghost that haunts this abandoned construction site late at night is actually a young girl?

No, apart from being covered in blood, this girl has nothing to do with the evil spirit I heard about.

So, this is a living human being? But why is she seriously injured and why is she wearing a hospital gown in such a remote place?
Now is not the time to think about these things. Since she is a living person with serious injuries, it is self-evident what I should do most now.

I quickly walked over to her and squatted down. Using my amateur knowledge, I checked her vital signs while taking out my cell phone to call the emergency number.

At the same time, I observed her appearance carefully.

She was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, still in middle school. Although her cheeks were stained with blood, it was clear that she had a neat and tender beauty, and her skin was so white that it was dazzling under the lighting. Her head was tilted pitifully, and her medium-length black hair flowed down one shoulder.

The blue and white striped hospital gown she was wearing was severely torn in many places, and deep red blood plasma was seeping out of it. This was definitely not a serious injury caused by accidentally falling on the road or falling down the stairs, but evidence of fatal violence. There must be a cold-blooded thug holding a sharp weapon.

The blood was very fresh, she could only have been injured nearby.

The thugs are nearby!

I kept my eyes and ears open, but I didn't notice any movement from a third party. However, I didn't give up my vigilance.

It looks like I'll have to call the police again later.

However, I didn't expect that I couldn't even call the emergency number in time. Just when I was about to press the dial button, the girl suddenly raised her arm and grabbed my wrist holding the phone with a huge strength that didn't match her childish appearance.

She opened her eyes weakly, her consciousness seemed unclear, and I didn't even know if she saw my face clearly.

"Don't call the police..." She said this in a weak voice.

After saying that, she closed her eyes again, but her hand was still firmly on my wrist, and no matter how I called her, I couldn't wake her up.

Don't call the police? Why?
I'm sorry I can't comply with her request. Regardless of whether I call the police or not, I will definitely call the emergency number. I'm not so cold-hearted as to watch a stranger die without helping. And when the hospital sees her in this situation, they will definitely contact the public security organs.

That’s what I really thought.

But soon, I realized that there was no need to call emergency services.

I took her hand away, and at that moment, the hospital gown she was wearing was pulled by the movement, and I saw her skin exposed under the tear in her clothes.

The skin looked completely intact.

I immediately realized something was wrong, and without caring about the taboos between men and women, I went straight to check the injuries under her clothes.

I didn't know until I checked, and I immediately touched upon another very serious problem - through her top, I felt something strange, hard, and cold. I lifted her hem and looked inside, and there was a murderous prop inside.

The murderous aura I felt turned into a chill I had never experienced before, rushing straight to the top of my head.

This is a pistol!
I took out the pistol in disbelief and examined it over and over again. Even an amateur like me could tell that it was definitely a real gun!

Moreover, if my examination of the girl's body was correct, she was truly unharmed now.

If that was the case, why did she fall into a coma as if she had lost too much blood?

Could it be that she is sleepy and wants to take a nap?

Whose blood was on her body? If it wasn't hers, could it be animal blood? Are you kidding me? How can I believe that the blood on her body was fake human blood when she even carried real guns?

I had to revise my view: at first, I thought a crime had occurred here and she was the victim, but the truth might be completely contrary to my preconceived impression.

The police must be called.

Even if we assume that she is innocent, guns should not be allowed to appear in the civilian population. This is the most moral and conscientious approach.

However, I could not help but sense a seductive brilliance in this mysterious girl, an unpredictable and incredible dramatic potential that completely transcended my experience and life. The mysterious bloodstained beautiful girl lying in the ruins - in my life so far, I have never experienced a more unrealistic encounter than this.

At this moment, my curiosity overcame my moral concepts.

I want to take her back.

Just do it.
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After determining the direction, I immediately took off my coat, wrapped her in this dress which was too big for a girl, and then held her horizontally.

I don't usually have much luck with the opposite sex, and I lack immunity to the opposite sex. When I hugged this girl's soft body, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. In fact, if it were normal, it would not make me have wild thoughts if I just had physical contact with the opposite sex. But at this moment, I saw that this strange beautiful girl had a fatal charm, like a poisonous flower.

She was so mysterious and dangerous, with the potential to destroy my life so far.

Is it really necessary to take her back? Even if I obey her request and stop calling the police, I can just leave her here. But I am really curious, very curious - why is she so naked and bloody, why is she carrying guns and ammunition illegally, and what kind of incredible story is hidden in it. I have to find out.

I carried her away from the abandoned construction site.

The rental house where I live off campus and this abandoned construction site have one thing in common: they are both near the Saltwater University where I study, and the distance from here to my home is not far.

The problem is that although you can take a small path in the first half of the journey to avoid the eyes and ears of others, if you walk the entire journey you still cannot avoid being witnessed by passers-by or captured by surveillance cameras. In addition, the security guards will also see you when you enter the community, and you may be stopped and questioned.

So halfway through the walk, I hid the girl in the nearby bushes, and rode back to the rental house as fast as I could, took out the large suitcase that I had used to move the luggage, and then returned to the original place without stopping.

On the way back, I was extremely worried. I was afraid that the girl had woken up and left while I was away, or that I was just too unlucky and the girl had been accidentally discovered by passers-by in such a short time.

Fortunately, my luck isn't that bad.

I carried the girl out of the bushes. She was small, so it wasn't difficult to put her arms and legs together and put her in the large suitcase. I was worried that I was taking it for granted, but it really fit.

I swear to God! When I bought this suitcase, I never imagined that one day I would be like the perverted sex offenders in some adult stories and carry underage girls in the suitcase.

My heart was pounding and my mind was full of random thoughts, but what intoxicated me more than any of those obscene thoughts was this unconventional experience and myself taking unconventional actions.

Yes, this kind of thing is definitely strange and is definitely not a normal event that would occur in normal life.

What will happen next?

I entered the residential complex where I lived and looked back when I passed the security booth at the entrance.

The security guard was playing with his phone out of boredom, not even glancing at me, a suspicious person dragging a suitcase back and forth in the middle of the night. The pedestrians I met along the way also didn't pay any attention to me once.

No matter how special this night may be to me, to everyone else it may just be another ordinary day.
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I returned home dragging my large suitcase.

Fortunately, I am a college student living alone off campus, otherwise I really don’t know how to report this to my parents.

I carried the girl out of the suitcase. Obviously, the inside of the suitcase was definitely not a comfortable transportation environment, and even the unconscious girl frowned uncomfortably unconsciously.

Fortunately, the bumpy ride did not wake her up. Even if the people on the road and the security guards were indifferent to me, if the cry for help from an underage girl suddenly came out of this suitcase, I would definitely be in an embarrassing situation.

I tried to wake her up again, but failed. She couldn't wake up for the time being. So I let her rest for a while.

I carried her to my bedroom and laid her flat on the bed.

Although it was not a good idea to let her continue wearing bloodstained clothes from a hygiene point of view, and the sheets and quilt were also stained with blood, I did not plan to change her clothes myself. I would let her change her clothes after she wakes up. If she still doesn't wake up tomorrow, I will change her clothes then.

I will sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight and let her have the bed in the bedroom for now. This is not done out of gentlemanly spirit, but if I let her sleep in the living room, I may not notice her leaving after she wakes up. As long as I am in the living room and she is in the bedroom, she has to pass by me if she wants to leave, which will definitely alarm me.

Just in case, I carefully placed an empty Coke can on the door handle outside the bedroom. The door handle is not spherical, but bar-shaped. If there is no external force, the empty can can be placed very stable, but if she turns the door handle from inside the bedroom, the empty can will definitely fall to the ground and make a striking sound.

Is she a witch who will bring destruction to my life, or something else? Before leaving the bedroom, I looked at her sleeping face, unable to suppress the heat in my heart, and even the blood vessels behind my ears could feel the energetic beating.

I'm really looking forward to what will happen tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)