When the magnet on the refrigerator in the morgue began to vibrate, I realized what was buried in my father's forehead bone.
Li Ran found a blood-stained refrigerator magnet on the back of his mother's diagnosis certificate for terminal gastric cancer. That night, the kitchen refrigerator exploded, and vein-like threads came out of the dark green ladybug refrigerator magnet and pierced my father's eyeballs. The father screamed and smashed the refrigerator with a hammer. The reflection of the hammer head reflected the hideous suture scar on his forehead - there was fetal movement that was not belonging to human beings.
The metal door to the side passage of the morgue opens automatically at midnight. Deep in the cold storage, in the freezing chamber wrapped around the roots of a huge locust tree, the afterimage of my mother soaked in formalin moved her lips: "Let's go...". And his father picked up the surgical hammer stained with brain matter and nailed Li Ran to the operating table. His roar was drowned in the roar of space tearing: "You have to inherit it! Inherit the 'that' your mother didn't give birth to!"
Li Ran's left abdomen was torn, and the ice blue ray shot through his skull, freezing the embryo drilled out of his father's forehead. In the sarcoma exposed at the broken wrist, the dark red head screamed the mother's breath; the cube with the word "Mother" at the core of the cold storage exploded in the purple light. When the pulse frequency of the refrigerator magnet embedded in the tiger's mouth resonated with the morgue door, he saw the truth clearly——
The hole in my father's forehead is the coordinate leading to "three feet and seven feet under the locust tree".
The vibration of the refrigerator magnet is the heartbeat of the dismembered mother's consciousness deep in the refrigerator.
The silver metal core boiling deep in the broken wrist was the most perfect embryonic hotbed prepared by "it" for him.
