The Last Train to Hell

Exactly like me, still a part of my body.

It's weird for me to believe him. I'm not a Taoist.

Maybe it’s because I rolled my eyes too much, the me in the dead man’s shoes.

Suddenly he jumped in front of me, nose to nose.

He looked directly at me with an appraising look that made me very uncomfortable.

I flinched and dared to look at him.

I felt cowardly again, and in the end I was too embarrassed to look at him.

The man in the suit walked up to me and didn't know what he was using.

A handful of me wearing dead man's shoes. Got beaten out.

Hearing the scream from the one wearing dead man's shoes, I felt a vague feeling of joy in my heart.

"It's not your turn to give advice here. What does my matter have to do with you? I just didn't expect that you would also wade into this muddy water."

Obviously the man in the suit and the guy wearing dead man's shoes knew each other.

So what is the origin of this guy wearing dead man's shoes?

Does he really look exactly like me, or did he look like me to disgust me?

I think the latter possibility is more likely. He deliberately became like me.

Come and scare me and make me feel uncomfortable.

To achieve his goal, if this is really the case, then he may have won.

I thought helplessly.

I wanted to get angry at him, but I didn't know what to say.

He took a step back and turned behind the man in the suit again.

I don’t know if the man in the suit did something, but when I looked up at the guy wearing dead man’s shoes.

His face turned out to be blurry, although his figure was still somewhat similar to mine.

But if you can't see the face clearly, it's not that weird anymore.

My expression seemed a little more relaxed. I hid behind the man in the suit and looked forward from time to time.

The guy in the dead man's shoes didn't make any move, and I didn't make any move either.

The same goes for the man in the suit. The three of us have an inexplicable tacit understanding.

I'm curious, is he really a dead person? Why wear a pair of death shoes like that.

I don't think he looks like a dead person, at least he doesn't have that spooky feeling about him.

But if you have to say that he is a living person, it doesn't look like it.

"Since you all believe in this little kid so much, you have to give me a chance to test him. And I think this little kid may not be as capable as you think."

The guy wearing the dead man's shoes suddenly started talking in a weird way.

I don't know what he wants to do, but listening to his words, his tone seems to be sowing discord.

Then I listened to what he continued.

"You haven't told him a lot of things yet. How about letting me be the one to talk. I will definitely tell him everything and let him understand everything."

I just wanted to nod, after all, someone is willing to tell me everything now, which is a good thing!

However, what came to his ears was a roar from a man in a suit.

Then I looked at the man in the suit and ran forward two steps.

He grabbed the dead man's shoes, pinched his neck, and picked him up.

If he were a normal person, he would be picked up by his neck like this.

Most likely it will be suffocation, and it will definitely be extremely painful.

This guy wearing dead man's shoes is indeed not simple.

There was no pain on his face, just standing there normally.

Looking at him like this, I knew that it was not an easy thing to solve.

And it's not a living person. How could a living person not breathe?

"He will naturally know some things when he should know them. I warn you not to tell him some things in advance, otherwise I will never end up with you."

The words of the man in the suit were quite shocking. I saw the guy wearing the dead man's shoes laughed.

But he didn't continue the conversation, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

I want to ask the man in the suit, why can’t I know those things now? Is there something wrong?

But I can also guess in my heart that even if I ask the man in the suit, he will not give me a reasonable answer.

Suddenly, the thing in the man's hand disappeared, and what was left was the pair of dead shoes.

I hate those dead shoes.

I don't want to touch it either. According to my idea, I just throw it here.

When the time comes, whoever wants to pick it up can pick it up.

But no matter how stupid a person is, he will not go home without a pair of dead shoes.

If anyone picks up a pair of dead man's shoes and goes home with this thing, he will be beaten to a bloody head.

The man in the suit stepped on the shoes without even looking at the shoes.

I didn't dare to go out wearing those shoes like the man in the suit.

Instead, he made a detour and passed by the pair of shoes.

After passing by, I took a special look at this pair of shoes.

In fact, this style of shoes is quite common, usually in villages.

If there is an old man going to a funeral, he will have a pair of custom-made shoes for the dead with paper soles.

Come and wear it for the deceased elders.

As for whether there is such a saying in the city?

I'm not sure either.

The two of us walked forward, and I looked back from time to time.

After walking a long way, I noticed that the dead man's shoes seemed to be jumping a little.

Do you want to follow us into the community?

I kept looking at it and found that it was indeed walking towards us. I quickly reached out and pulled the man in the suit.

The man in the suit looked back and shook his head at me.

I didn't understand what he meant, and he hasn't given me a reasonable explanation yet.

This made me feel very confused.

I didn't say anything and followed the man in the suit back.

Soon the two of us would return to Duanmei's house, and I took the key before going out.

When I opened the door at this moment, it also woke up the three people in the room.

Looking at their expressions, they seemed to be in some pain.

I thought it was the sound of me opening the door that woke them up from their sleep.

So they were uncomfortable, but I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the room, one of them said to me with a wry smile.

"After you left, a few of us wanted to sleep for a while, but we didn't expect that we seemed to be possessed and kept chasing someone all the way."

I sighed and nodded, insisting that I give them a reasonable explanation.

Then I couldn't figure out how to say it? I could only laugh it off at this time.

But these people also knew my current situation.

That is, they told me what they had just experienced, and they didn't mean to ask me for an explanation.

The man in the suit came, and there was no room in this room.

Fortunately, I knew that Duanmei had two quilts in the closet.

So the man in the suit had to sleep on the floor.

The man in the suit shook his head, moved a chair, and sat directly in the corner of the room.

As soon as he sat down, he looked up at the room where Duanmei's daughter lived before her death.