Chapter 5

24 hours after escape (2 am)

At first I just wanted to have a rest, but I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I felt something moving in my abdomen. I opened my eyes in a daze. Put your hand to your abdomen, then put your hand out, and when something moves on your palm, you will turn on the bedside light and watch yourself soberly what is happening.

... . Your stomach is moving!

My heart beat so hard that I heard my own, and I was more shocked than ever when I saw some transparent liquid seeping from my navel.

I plucked up my courage, stretched out my trembling hand, and touched the liquid at close range. Its sticky touch reminded me of some kind of mucus, and it flowed more than ever, from the place where it seeped to the dam break now.

"Ah... what!" I'm terrified now, screaming, trying to get myself out and call an ambulance with my cell phone, but the action is not easy.

I'm not sure if it's because of the weight of my stomach, or if it makes me unable to stand up, and the mucus is still flowing out. To make matters worse, my navel has never been stuffed in my life, unless it is a filler without logic and logic. It was still expanding, forming a thumb-sized hole and driving me mad more than ever.

"Ah!"

I screamed, never feeling so close to death as I am now.

This is a horror movie!

Terror increased when I suddenly saw a pale finger sticking out of my own navel hole, which was wider than a well on a gravel road in Thailand. I have never shed tears in years more than Niagara Falls. What happened to me did not cause any pain, but I ripped my mouth apart like a slaughtered pig. It gets worse when something that pops out of the navel is not only a finger, but also a hand.

Only hands, then arms, shoulders, and. . . Uh. . . Boss! Your head!

I suddenly fainted, praying that what happened to me was just a dream, trying to wake myself up, but my present body, even if the brain's commands were heavy, would not obey. I keep staring at what's popping out of my navel.

Come. . . Man, man! A man as big as a bear tore my navel open!

The bastard lifted me up with his hands and looked at me motionless while his lower body was still on me, but it didn't shock me as much as the familiar face he had seen in front of me before.

This bastard is the man I met after the nightclub last night!

I gasped, pointing trembling fingers to his face, and he looked at me, except to push the mattress next to me with both hands, pull the rest of my navel out, and lay down by the bed. Let me lie in the water, in the trench of fish and vegetables, and after a second, my navel retracts back to the normal navel, like an elastic force that can be stretched, without pain or wound. Just as it should be, the belly is full of six packs, and then it comes back. There is no indication that it was as bloated as pregnant before.

I immediately got up, carefully examined my body for any wear, then got out of bed, pretended to run to get dressed, and then went to the hospital for a doctor's examination, and then I knew if there were any signs of injury. Because although there is no physical abnormality, it does not mean that it is normal.

Of course, this is not normal. Suddenly a madman popped up from his navel, and the locals thought it was normal! In fact, it is very abnormal. Suddenly, my stomach swelled and a person was pregnant!

He gave me a look and touched my face.

"Don't panic, this is normal."

Usually your grandfather's house. It's not normal to tear a person's navel open like this!

I looked at him with horrified and angry eyes, trying to dodge him and leave the room as quickly as I could, because he was bigger, so it was not easy for me to dodge before flinching when the other person reached out and clutched my shoulder tightly.

"Thank you for letting me lay eggs."

Wow. . . What eggs are there!

I ran as hard as I could, and I wanted to ask me what was going on, but now the fear had overtaken my instinct, and I knew right away that this guy was definitely not human. It must have been some ghost Satan who did such a thing, but as I hid at the edge of the door, he grabbed my wrist.

"Don't move, your body hasn't recovered yet."

"Let go!"

I yelled and tried to pull my hand out of the grip, but it didn't help, because the bastard was still standing on my wrist before I spoke, and his expression was plain.

"You'd better lie down first, or you will be in great danger."

It is dangerous to stay where you are. Who will be anywhere, who will fall off the navel!

"Let it go!"

I threw the other fist in that handsome face, and I thought when he had shot him, he turned and left, trying to take the opportunity to escape, but when he left, he took his fist with his empty hand.

"Take a break."

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

I suddenly lost patience and saw the baseball bat leaning against the wall. I grabbed it and tried to hit the person in front of me, but in that moment, a dizziness suddenly hit. Until I saw the sight before my eyes, and before the last sound I heard, everything went out, I lay groggy on the ground.