The Last Train to Hell

Throw it directly into the driver's hands, then turn around and walk away.

After all, the driver did me a big favor, otherwise I would have had those dead shoes in my hands.

I don’t know how to do it well, maybe I have to take it home with me

When I arrived at the gate of the community, I found a person standing under the street lamp at the door of the community.

As I got closer, I realized that this man was actually a man in a suit.

I was secretly wary. I was not sure that this person was the man in the suit.

So what he said, what he did, or in other words, what he commanded me to do.

I have to be a little more defensive.

You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others.

Anyway, I just suffered a loss, not too big or too small.

Before I could reach him, he hurriedly walked towards me.

I was stunned for a moment and wanted to hide away, but I thought that this person might really be a man in a suit.

Standing here again, whether it is a mule or a horse, just take it out for a walk.

Anyway, he can deceive me, but he can't deceive me for a long time.

Just test a few words and you'll probably be able to test his bottom line.

"Did someone just look like me and stuff something into you?"

He was very direct. I nodded and said nothing.

The man in the suit sighed and took out a pair of death shoes that looked familiar to me from his arms.

Weren't these shoes burned just now by the taxi driver?

He also poured urine on it, but why did it come back to the man in the suit?

No, this person is not a man in a suit.

I felt a little scared and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

I don’t know that I’m afraid, I don’t know if this person is a man in a suit.

Still afraid of the pair of dead shoes in his hands.

The man in the suit frowned and said helplessly.

"What are you afraid of me for? I don't want your life. This thing in my hand is always following you."

This thing has been following me, so how could it appear in the hands of the man in the suit?

You can't say that his speed is faster than a taxi with four wheels, right?

Although I think the man in the suit may be really fast, he is definitely not faster than a car with four wheels.

And doesn’t he ride a motorcycle? I didn't see his motorcycle nearby either.

Seeing the doubt on my face, the man in the suit smiled wryly and nodded at me.

Then he took out something from his hand.

It's actually my dagger?

The dagger was not in my trouser pocket. I touched it and found that the dagger was gone.

Is he a man in a suit? If not a man in a suit.

If my dagger falls into his hands, can I still have a good outcome? Eighty percent of the time it will be more bad than good.

"Look at you, you kid. Come here quickly. Take this dagger and these dead shoes. I'll deal with them with you."

He held the rope shoe in his other hand and handed me the dagger.

Looking at his attitude, I vaguely felt that he must be the man in the suit.

I felt relieved and took a few steps towards him.

He took his dagger and felt the connection between his souls.

I am basically certain that this person is the man in the suit.

But there was no emotion in his eyes.

I am still in the same position as him, neither far nor close. Once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

I'm afraid of getting closer to him.

He suddenly thrust these dead shoes into my hands, then turned around and disappeared.

The man in the suit held the rope and took a few steps forward.

When he realized that I didn't follow him, he turned around and said to me impatiently.

"Follow me, why are you standing there? There is gold under your feet."

I shook my head hastily and did not dare to talk to the man in the suit anymore.

After taking a few steps forward, I found the man in a suit suddenly throwing away the dead man's shoes in his hand.

After the dead man's shoes fell to the ground, they were put on by something.

I took a step back and realized that the man wearing the shoes looked exactly like me.

And his expression is similar to mine.

This makes me a little confused. Where is this person who looks exactly like me?

Who is he, impersonating me? Golden Lock City?

I felt a little unsure, so I hurriedly looked at the man in the suit.

He nodded at me, as if to reassure me.

My emotions have not calmed down. I am still very excited. I want to rush directly to the man in the suit.

Seeking his protection would give me some sense of security, and only the man in the suit would be left.

The man in the suit didn't look good, and I don't know if it was because of the lighting, but his face was too pale.

Or he is very fair to begin with. In my memory, the skin color of the man in the suit is a healthy wheat color.

Why does my face look a little pale today?

The paleness seemed unnatural, as if he had lost too much blood.

The person who looked exactly like me, the one wearing dead man's shoes, suddenly spoke.

"You are still holding on. You must have been seriously injured. Why don't you want to hand him over to me? Why are you meddling in others' business?"

Handing me over to him, I thought of what I had experienced in my sleep today,

And the little boy in red clothes who rescued me must be related to the man in the suit.

And it's probably because of me that he looks so pale now.

I felt a little unspeakable in my heart and wanted to say thank you to the man in the suit.

I also felt that if we thanked each other first, it would seem too unfamiliar.

The man in the suit glared coldly at me who was wearing the dead man's shoes.

I didn't want to admit that the guy wearing the dead man's shoes was me,

but he really looked exactly like me, even some of his subtle movements were exactly the same as mine.

"You are really lucky. I trapped you in the mirror, but you were able to escape by luck. You really should thank the person next to you. In order to save you from the world in the mirror, he used two drops of his own blood to awaken the mirror spirit."

I don't know what the mirror spirit he was talking about is.

But I have a vague guess in my heart, the little boy in red clothes I met.

Could it be the mirror spirit in the mirror?

If he is the mirror spirit, how much did the man in the suit pay to ask him to come over to help? Two drops of blood.

What kind of statement is that? I don't quite understand.

Some of the things they exchanged, but I can also guess that the blood must be very valuable.

If it is not so valuable, this thing will not talk to me in this tone.

I turned my face away, not wanting to look at this person who looked exactly like me.

I always felt that talking to him was weird, as if I was talking to myself.

"You are quite timid, little guy, you dare not look at yourself. I am you, I am exactly like you, and I was originally a part of your body."