Lovely! Nkunku posted special effects celebration photos on social media: It feels special to wear a hat for the first time in his Blues career
In the middle of the night, Stamford Bridge was empty, except for a dim light in the dressing room. Nkunku sat there alone, clutching the match ball tightly in his hand and staring vacantly ahead. 5-0, hat-trick, it should have been a night that will go down in history, but he couldn't be happy. An inexplicable uneasiness came over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless.
Suddenly, the door to the locker room was gently pushed open, and a figure flashed in. It was Felix, with a bottle of champagne in his hand and a big smile on his face. "Hey, buddy! Still reminiscing about tonight's performance? Come and celebrate! ”
Nkunku managed to squeeze out a smile and took the champagne, but didn't open it. "I always felt ...... Something is wrong. ”
Felix's smile froze, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" If you have anything on your mind, tell me about it. ”
Nkunku hesitated, but finally spoke. "Tonight, I felt like I was sleepwalking, the action, the movement, even the celebration, it was like it was pre-arranged, mechanical and lacking in passion."
Felix frowned, "You're probably too tired, just take a good rest." ”
"No, it's not just tired," Nkunku shook his head, "I feel...... I seem to have forgotten something important. He struggled to recall, but his mind went blank, except for the images of those three goals that kept repeating themselves like an eerie videotape with an infinite loop.
The next day, Nkunku woke up to find himself lying in a hospital bed. The doctor told him that he suddenly fainted in the locker room and was taken to the hospital by Felix.
"You've been stressed out lately and need to get some rest." The doctor advised.
Nkunku nodded blankly, vaguely remembering the strange feeling he had last night, but he couldn't remember exactly what had happened. He turned on his phone and saw the celebratory photo he had posted, in which he was smiling brightly, as if everything was normal.
When he looked closely at the photo, he found a creepy detail: in the photo, he was not holding a match ball, but a ...... Head!
Nkunku was so frightened that his phone fell to the floor, and he looked around in horror to find that the room was empty. He picked up his phone tremblingly and confirmed again that the head in the photo was the goalkeeper of the Barrow team!
He snapped back to the last goal of last night's game, when the Barrow goalkeeper made a mistake with the ball in the box and was tackled by him and pushed into the empty net...... Could it be that he didn't steal the ball, but ......
Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Felix walked in, holding a package in his hand. "It's your stuff, I got it from the locker room."
Nkunku took the package and opened it tremblingly, and inside was a bloody human head!
Felix had an eerie smile on his face, "How's it going?" Do you like this 'figurine'? ”
It turned out that Felix had always been jealous of Nkunku's talent and popularity, and he used some mysterious technology to tamper with Nkunku's memories and take control of his body, allowing him to kill the Barrow goalkeeper during the game, and then falsify the celebration photo in an attempt to blame Nkunku.
Nkunku realized that last night's uneasiness was not a delusion, but his subconscious fear and suspicion of Felix.
He closed his eyes in despair, knowing that he had fallen into a trap that Felix had carefully designed and could no longer escape......
The story doesn't end here, it's just the beginning of Nkunku's nightmare. He was accused of murder, all the evidence pointed to him, and no one believed his explanation. He was put in prison, deprived of his freedom, deprived of his future.
In the abyss of despair, Nkunku did not give up hope. He began to struggle with recollection, trying to piece together the fragments of the truth. He remembered that the doctor had said that he was too stressed, could it all be his hallucinations?
He began to doubt everything he saw, heard, and felt. He began to doubt Felix, the doctor, and even himself.
After a long and painful struggle, Nkunku finally found an overlooked detail: a photo of his celebration posted on social media, with the caption "It's a special feeling to score your first hat-trick at home".
If he did kill the goalkeeper, would he still celebrate so easily? Would you still use "special" to describe this feeling?
This detail rekindled his hope. He began to gather evidence to prove his innocence. He found the video of the game and found that it had been tampered with. He found eyewitnesses who proved that Felix had entered the locker room.
Eventually, the truth was revealed. Felix's conspiracy is uncovered and he is brought to justice. Nkunku cleared his grievances and regained his freedom.
He returned to Stamford Bridge and stood on the familiar turf and took a deep breath. He knew that he had experienced a nightmare, but he had also been reborn from it.
He picked up the football again, his eyes full of determination and confidence. He knows that his life has just begun, and there are infinite possibilities in the future.
And it all stemmed from that seemingly ordinary night, the hat-trick that made him "feel special".
[Disclaimer] The process and pictures described in the article are from the Internet, and this article aims to advocate positive social energy, no vulgar and other bad guidance. If it involves copyright or character infringement issues, please contact us in time, and we will delete the content as soon as possible! If there is any doubt about the incident, it will be deleted or changed immediately after contact.