The Last Train to Hell

Then after walking around to the back, I discovered that there was also a door at the back, but this door opened from the ground.

There is a door-like shape on the ground. I don't know if this door can be opened.

But after the man in the suit saw the door, he walked up, stamped his feet, and looked at us again.

Then he took us into the woods.

After arriving in the woods, the man in the suit whispered to us.

"There will be something in a while. Climb out of that door. Don't be afraid. Then cover your mouth with this thing and don't make any sound."

I nodded, actually after hearing this sentence.

I knew something was wrong. He said we wouldn't make any noise.

But I think it's very possible that I will hear some weird noise.

Or maybe he was frightened half to death by something that suddenly appeared, and then screamed.

This is the experience I have gained from going through many things.

The man in the suit looked at me with a slightly subtle look on his face, and suddenly performed magic tricks with his hands.

I pulled out a white handkerchief, and unexpectedly it was Luo.

It's the Luo in Lingluo Silk.

The reason why I know this kind of fabric is not because when I was just wandering around, I accidentally bumped into someone in front of a hotel.

The man pointed to his clothes and said.

"My clothes are made by Luo, and they cost at least tens of thousands. If you get them stained by me, can you afford to pay for them?"

The fabric wasn't that eye-catching at the time, but the woman's arrogant attitude and the material were valuable.

It really stuck with me for so many years that I recognize it instantly now.

What material is this veil made of?

The Western man nodded towards me, but I didn’t understand what he meant.

He motioned for me to come over and I took a step forward.

Then the man in the suit stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth at lightning speed.

The stuffing was so tight that it almost stuck in my throat.

I was so choked that I rolled my eyes and passed out.

I wanted to take it out myself, but saw the man in the suit shaking his head at me.

"You, it's easy to make a fuss when you see something, so it's better to keep your mouth shut. If something unexpected happens, just put it on my arm and tap it three times in a row. If I don't respond, just keep your mouth shut. Take out the handkerchief inside, don’t take it out now anyway, don’t worry, this handkerchief is clean.”

When the man in the suit said this, I couldn't refuse his kindness.

I was really convinced by this, and I actually had a handkerchief stuck in my mouth.

In order to prevent me from making a sound, I did so many things, but it was also difficult for the man in the suit.

Could it be that this handkerchief was prepared by him in advance for me.

If this is the case, it would be really annoying!

But I couldn't say anything, after all, I am the kind of person who makes a fuss.

It’s really easy to yell when something happens or something unexpected happens.

But I am not heartless. If the situation is really urgent, I will control myself in time.

Don't let yourself make a sound, but when people face danger, they scream directly. This should be instinctive!

Erzhou looked at me sympathetically. Of course, when I saw his sympathetic eyes, I felt even more depressed.

How can he sympathize with me?

And looking at his expression, I always felt that he already knew it, and maybe he had half of his contribution to this idea.

If he also helps with suggestions, I'm afraid I'll be pissed to death.

The scarf is pretty absorbent, so I tried to push it out with my tongue.

But it's too close to the inside, and the tongue can't get out.

It's better now, I can only breathe through my nose, after all, my throat is tightly blocked.

I even suspected that if I didn't catch my breath for a while, I would be suffocated to death.

I didn't want to complain at this time, so I covered my mouth and nose with another thing given by the man in the suit.

Now in this situation, I am breathing normally and can be easily noticed.

I think the man in the suit was afraid that we would be discovered, so he specially prepared this thing.

After walking around for a while, I felt a little tired, so I kicked the soil around a little and wanted to sit down.

Then I kicked and discovered that there seemed to be something white in the soil.

I kicked hard again and dug my toes downwards. The more I dug, the more I felt something was wrong.

Why does this thing look so much like a human thigh bone? After seeing the even joints and the slender posture.

Why do you think they are all human thigh bones?

Seeing this, I felt a chill in my heart and pulled the shoulders of the men in suits.

When the man in the suit looked back at me, I pointed at No. 100, and he looked in the direction I pointed.

When he saw the bones, the man in the suit squatted down and picked them up with his hands.

Then he took out something that looked like a knife from somewhere.

I kept digging in the soil with this thing, and finally pulled out a complete skeleton.

This is very surprising, and the skulls are all intact.

The entire skeleton was neat and tidy, without any scars.

At least that's what I saw with my naked eyes. As for what's going on with him? We can’t tell clearly either.

The sun had completely set by now, and the trees in the woods were not particularly dense.

Therefore, little bits of moonlight can seep in, and the intact skeleton can be seen through the moonlight.

I suddenly felt a little scared, and I felt that the skull of this skeleton.

Those two empty eye sockets were always facing me.

No matter which direction I walked, he was staring at me?

I heard someone say a long time ago that if you go to someone's house to burn paper for them.

You must not stare at the portrait of the deceased, this thing is more or less evil.

Because of the portrait, you will find that no matter which direction you look at it, the portrait is staring at you.

Staring at you tightly, it's like his eyeballs are always moving.

So when you burn incense and paper for someone, don't stare at the portrait of the deceased.

First, it's not respectful to the deceased, and second, the more you look at it, the more you feel creepy.

It's better not to look at it. If you don't look at it, you won't feel scared. Otherwise, what's the point of being scared to death?

I quickly shifted my sight, but the whole person was out of control.

From time to time, I had to look at the skeleton. No matter how I looked, I turned around many places.

Unless he turned to another place, where the skeleton's head couldn't turn.

Otherwise, I always felt that his two empty eye sockets were still changing direction as I walked.

I wanted to tell the man in the suit about this situation, but I couldn't open my mouth.

And I think it is very likely that this is my illusion.