The Last Train to Hell

He also happened to coincide with Jin Suo City, but he has never done anything to harm me.

At least I don't have any substantial evidence.

Since I was discharged from the hospital, he has been by my side and tried every means to help me without complaint.

Can I blame him? Of course not.

But I always feel like something is wrong about this? Because of an inexplicable software, I have to follow this software to do things.

If he just wanted to scare people, wouldn't he be treating me like a monkey?

Those two photos made me deeply afraid. Where did they get the photos of Eryang Village?

There is also a bus company. Could it be that Jinsuocheng found a way to create this software specially for me?

When I got out of the car, there was no way to kill me, so I thought of other ways.

Nowadays, technology is so advanced that it is not difficult to find someone to make a software.

Just why does this software appear on me? Could it be that they deliberately left it on my phone, just like the Trojan horse virus in the past.

I sighed helplessly, sat directly on the bed, and said weakly.

"What are you going to do? Do you really want me to go to the toilet in the underground garage of the bus company? Have you thought about it, what is there in that place?"

Yesterday I escaped from the bus company's underground garage in a hurry. As for what happened to those spirits, I don't know.

In fact, I'm quite curious as to why they insisted on pushing a Hongqi over.

But that Hongqi looked a bit old. In that era, the price of a car was no less than a house.

I just don’t know where these people found such an old car. If someone owned such a car, it would be considered an antique even now.

"Why don't you go first and see what's going on? The toilets on the left and right are a place where you don't care about anything, and they are also a place where you don't touch anything."

Lin Hualong said tentatively, which shows that he lacks confidence. When facing me, his face was full of guilt and guilt.

So at this point, even if I am unwilling, there is nothing I can do.

I can only bite the bullet and go there first to see what's going on? As for how to deal with this software in the end? Let Lin Hualong think about it first.

With my intelligence, I can't figure it out for a while, so I would say I don't need to pay attention to this software at all.

But where did he retrieve my personal information and hometown information?

Are the two photos sent to me artificially synthesized, or did they actually take real scenes?

I'm not a computer expert, so I can't tell if there are any traces of P-pictures.

After changing my clothes, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then I went directly to the bus company.

The weather was getting colder now, and I was still feeling chilly even though I was wearing a windbreaker.

There weren't many cars downstairs. After waiting for two or three minutes, I caught a taxi that went to the bus company's underground garage.

Originally, there were not many people near the bus company, but when I came here today, there was no one there.

However, they discovered that there was a construction team in the open space next to the company. There seemed to be about a hundred people working in full swing.

I looked at it in confusion, always finding it incredible. I didn’t get out of the car this time, so I subconsciously asked the driver,

"Hey? Master, what's going on? Why is work still being done?"

The taxi driver smiled and pointed to the construction site.

"Well, we have to build a house for a long time, but I don't know why. It has been delayed for several years. It is said that the family members of the steel mill will move back to the building. What exactly is going on? We outsiders don't know. Today, we will build a house during the day. I saw a lot of big cars coming in and out."

Now when I hear the word steelmaking plant, I subconsciously think of Lingsui.

Maybe this factory really has something to do with the ghosts of the steel mill. Is my luck so good?

I really wanted to ask the master a few more words, but the taxi stopped at the door of the underground bus garage.

I could only give the money and get out of the car obediently.

Although I didn't want to go to the toilet, but thinking about what Lin Hualong said before I left, I thought it was not impossible to go and have a look. At the very least, you always have to figure out what the software does?

Not all things can be solved by escaping, even if we face this matter.

The result may not satisfy me, but it's better than being teased like a fool.

I bravely walked to the toilet in the underground garage. I never expected that there would be someone inside, groaning as if they were going to the toilet.

I looked at the time on the watch and saw that it was only half past ten. There seemed to be several trains that were the last.

It was around 10:20 when I returned to the company. It was not surprising that there were people in the toilet at this time.

I hesitated for a while, should I go in?

I thought I'd better go in and take a look, mainly because this man kept moaning.

It didn't sound like I was going to the toilet, but it seemed like it was coming from severe pain.

I took a deep breath and walked into the toilet.

I found a man lying on the ground, and his left arm was cut off at the root.

The wounds were neat and tidy, as neat as a glass mirror.

This makes me find it incredible that no matter how sharp a knife is when cutting skin and flesh, it will leave a blunt cut.

This was a straight cut with absolutely no flaws, but it really didn't look right.

This man was still moaning and groaning. Normally, the eyes of a seriously injured person should have some reaction when they hear footsteps.

I almost walked to her, but she still didn't respond at all, just lying on the ground, moaning.

I thought about it and thought it would be better to call the police first.

This person's current situation is not quite right. If I meet him in the past, I can't tell if he turns on me again.

I took out my phone and was about to call the police when a shadow suddenly appeared beside me, and then Tingting snatched my phone away.

"Are you going to call the police? You can't call the police. If you call the police, something big will happen."

Tingting's tone didn't sound like she was joking, but this man's arm was cut at the root. If he didn't call the police, he would have to call 120.

Otherwise, if he lay down like this, he would be dead in a short while.

"Then you must give me your mobile phone and let me make an emergency call. Otherwise, this person will die here and I will not save him."

I said a little anxiously that this person was not me anyway, so I had to call him for emergency help.

It won't tire me out, let alone watching such a big living person bleed to death, I can't bear it.

Tingting shook her head again and hid my phone behind her back. It was obvious that she refused to cooperate.

The man lying on the ground opened his eyes and glanced at me, but there was no reaction.