Strange Bedfellows

The night was so deep that it was like splashing ink, and the wind in the old street swirled the broken leaves, making a whining sound like crying. As soon as Wu Yong lay down feeling tired after working overtime, there was a loud bang on the door - his wife Wang Li, who worked the night shift, was back. She was wearing a red dress, her face was so pale, she lay straight on the bed without speaking or receiving hot water. Wu Yong just thought she was tired and fell asleep next to her. In a daze, he felt a small sound behind him, like someone jumping lightly on the quilt. He got up in the middle of the night and reached out to tuck Wang Li into bed. As soon as his fingertips touched her arm, he suddenly retracted his hand - her body was as cold as an ice cellar, and she had no life at all. Just when I was getting nervous, my cell phone buzzed with news that a female worker in a mechanical processing factory made a mistake and fell into the cutting machine. The person in the photo turned out to be Wang Li. Suddenly a smile came from behind, and it was Wang Li's soft voice: Husband, what are you looking at? Wu Yong stiffened his neck and turned around, bumping into a pair of empty eye sockets - blood was dripping down the rotten flesh, the face was cracked to the ears, and he was still giggling. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.