The Last Train to Hell

I can’t let Duanmei deal with it, but I will deal with it. I’m still stupid, so what should I say?

We must give people a reasonable explanation, otherwise the news will spread in this community tomorrow about the mistreatment of cats in our house.

If I really tortured small animals and word spread about it, I wouldn't mind.

The problem is that I haven't done anything to spread this word.

What will others think of me in the future?

When anyone mentions me, the first thing they think of is that pervert who abuses small animals.

I can't take the blame for this. I just have to explain it to the middle-aged women outside.

Usually this kind of middle-aged woman is the most talkative. If I don't show up, I won't give him a reasonable explanation.

He was afraid that he would have to yell and curse at the door for half the night, and then the neighbors would come out to join in the fun.

Several people came to our house tonight, and we could see them on the surveillance camera.

If you say there is no one at home, people around you will not believe it.

I don’t know how they were sure it was my house, but the lights were still on at this point.

Our family is the only one left, to be precise, the Duanmei family.

Looking up from the bottom of the building, it's basically the one whose house has the lights turned off.

Moreover, the approximate location of the sound can also be determined.

I have one head and two heads at the moment.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just walked to the door bravely.

In fact, I think this kind of elderly middle-aged women are more difficult to deal with than ghosts.

They are really difficult to deal with. If they can't say a few words well, they will easily start yelling at you.

But these middle-aged women were so eloquent that they really started to quarrel with them.

You may not be able to quarrel with them, which is a very sad reality.

I walked to the door, sighed, and unlocked it.

I saw an old lady in pajamas standing at the door listening to her angry voice.

I thought it was a middle-aged woman, but I didn't expect it to be an old lady in her sixties or seventies.

Sure enough, social conditions are now good, and all these old ladies are getting older and stronger.

The roar is no worse than that of a strong man.

"The old man was playing a game with a friend of mine. The machine would make various screams when he stepped on it, and if he couldn't stop, there would be punishments."

I always tell lies with open eyes. The problem is, don’t care whether the old lady believes it or not. I don't even believe it myself.

However, the old lady was not a kind person, so she glanced at me.

He pushed me and looked into the house again.

Seeing nothing, I took a deep breath.

Then he saw her change, her expression suddenly changed, and she took several steps back.

I guess she must have smelled the stench in the house, and luckily the stench saved a few of our lives.

Otherwise, I think this old lady will definitely not give up.

Most likely she would have to come in to take a look at the situation, if she saw the cat in the house.

Most likely, you will have to tell the truth, or you will have to call the police if you fail.

I looked at the old lady and sighed, and said angrily.

"We are tinkering with things in this house. The smell may be a bit pungent. If you don't go back and have a rest first, we guarantee that there will be no sound. If you heard those strange sounds, they are definitely not cat meows. You What kind of cat can scream heartbreakingly for such a long time? Besides, I don’t look like someone who abuses small animals. ""

I half threatened and half begged, and finally the old lady coaxed her away.

After the old lady left, I closed the door and locked it.

Then I was relieved, the room was still filled with that stench.

For the first time, I felt that the smell was acceptable.

If it weren't for these stinky smells, the old lady would probably have to rush in.

I explained to her, but what explanation?

It's not easy to find an explanation.

And if I say that someone else put this dead cat in, will other people believe it?

Not necessarily. If I say it’s not necessarily all about promoting yourself, 80% of them won’t believe it.

"When you go down in a while, take this cat away, and then throw it away near your house. Throw it here. If you look back tomorrow, it will be picked up by beggars in the trash can, or it will be found during cleaning. I can't explain it clearly."

I said it helplessly, and I didn’t know if these experienced experts would agree.

But with Duanmei here, even if these people don't want to agree 80% of the time, they still have to agree.

Duanmei glanced at them and shook his head.

I don't know what he means?

Then I watched him take out his mobile phone from his pocket.

After about half an hour, the sound of police cars came from downstairs.

The speed of dispatching the police in the middle of the night was indeed not very fast.

During this half hour, I stared at each other with this group of experienced people.

It’s not that they didn’t say anything, I tried to get some information from them.

However, these people are very tight-lipped.

I asked them about the fourteen coffins below. They were not sure. Some of them nodded, while others shook their heads.

In the end, they looked at each other and shook their heads.

Who would believe that there is no problem inside?

Eighty percent of the matter about the fourteen coffins below is known to them.

But he just doesn’t want to tell me, and he doesn’t want to tell me, which is understandable.

But I still have to know how the first fourteen coffins in this community were disposed of?

And the heart that killed Duanmei's father.

I am not a very smart person myself. I am as fierce as a tiger in one operation, and I can't even figure out a word from others.

This made me feel a little discouraged. These people are really powerful.

I tried my best to get information from them, but I couldn't get any information.

I don't know if they are from the Secret Service and are so tight-lipped.

I couldn't get any information about the fourteen coffins.

Not to mention the last bus on route 14. Compared with the fourteen coffins, the last bus on route 14 is more like a taboo.

I just can't give up and have to ask a question.

These people looked at each other.

In the end, they even wanted to leave. If it weren't for Broken Eyebrow, they would have blocked the door.

If they were not allowed to leave, they would have left by now.

Seeing that the talks were about to break down, I couldn't ask them anything.

I don't know what's so strange about the last bus on route 14.

They dared not even mention it. I don't know if they are too timid or if they really violated some taboo?

There is no law that stipulates that the news about the last bus on route 14 cannot be mentioned in Hejian City.

It's just that they are the ones who keep their mouths shut, and the common people never mention it. The more I think about it, the more I find it hard to understand.

These old-fashioned people sat back on their stools with unhappy faces.

The look in their eyes when they looked at me seemed to be a bit murderous.

"Why are you arguing with me for no reason? I don't plan to do anything to them. Do they think I have the intention to harm them? If I talk about the last bus on Route 14, I will die. How is that possible?"