The Last Train to Hell

"What should we do with this corpse in the house? We can't let him sleep in the same room with us, right? There's also the dead cat."

I asked helplessly. Neither of these two things is simple.

If I let them live with me, would this be a test of my courage or a test of my big-heartedness?

Can you sleep? I feel that my heart is definitely not big.

It's weird to be able to sleep with this thing.

The old man rolled his eyes at me, and he seemed to look down on me.

There is nothing you can do if you look down on me. Who should scare me?

I am not afraid of this thing, I have to be very courageous.

Anyway, I am not very courageous. When I see this thing, I always feel trembling in my heart.

"These two things have to stay in our room."

His tone was very firm and there was no room for negotiation at all.

Now that I've said that, I won't keep nagging the old man anymore.

If we can't discuss it, just keep it and sleep on it. What can we do?

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the cat or the body in the house.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too sleepy, or if I’m really getting bolder now.

Without thinking about these things, I fell asleep after a while, and it was quite a comfortable sleep.

It was already nine o'clock in the middle of the night when I opened my eyes. I looked at the old man lying next to me. His snoring was loud.

He seemed to be sleeping quite deeply, and I didn't disturb him.

He turned over and planned to squint for a while longer.

However, as soon as I turned over, I heard some sparse sounds in the room.

I can't even describe what this sound is?

But something must be moving.

My first reaction was to look at the body lying on the ground. Is something wrong again?

It shouldn't be that he sat up suddenly and looked at the dead cat next to the old man.

I looked at the body lying on the ground again, but there was no change.

Where did that sound come from? I turned to look out the window and saw a person floating inexplicably outside the window.

This is the person I saw when I looked up from downstairs today.

He still had that weird smile and some indescribable feeling, but why did he make such a sparse sound?

I took a closer look and found that his toes kept touching the window.

In other words, the tip of the toe kept hitting the glass before it made a rustling sound.

Maybe I moved too much, but then the hunched old man also sat up and looked out the window.

The things outside the window did not affect his sleeping mood.

After staring out the window for a few seconds, the old man lay back down directly.

He muttered something.

"It's not a big deal? Just lie down and sleep. You can't get in."

In fact, I really want to tell the old man that I saw this thing when I came back in the middle of the night last night.

He was inside the window at that time. Was it because there was no one at home, so he could enter and exit unimpeded?

Now that the old man and the man in the suit are here, he is thinking that it may not be easy to get in and out unobstructed.

Of course there is a spirit outside the window staring at you and laughing at you.

Even if I try hard to restrain my consciousness and not let myself think about things outside.

There was no way to continue sleeping, but I opened my eyes and looked out the window.

Looking at this thing, I felt something was wrong.

Anyway, when I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed, it felt like I was being roasted on a fire, which made me feel quite uncomfortable.

I don’t know how long it took, but my savior finally appeared.

The man in a suit walked in from outside, and then watched him walk to the window.

He reached out and pulled the thing floating outside the window in.

It was clearly separated by a window, but this thing was easily pulled in by the man in the suit.

This makes people feel incredible.

I looked straight at the window and realized that the window was indeed intact.

But this thing was indeed dragged in by the man in the suit.

Is this a thing that scares you so much that you can't even sleep?

Can it be of some use?

When he said this, I felt a little embarrassed.

After scratching his head, the man in the suit carried this thing and left the house.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that my mind was a little groggy again.

I don’t know what happened, but I fell asleep again in the blink of an eye.

When I woke up again, it was the next morning.

I was surprised why I could sleep so well, but think about it, since I arrived at Eryang Village.

This lasted for almost ten days, and I couldn't sleep well.

Either he would sit on a chair every day, or he would spend the whole night staring with two eyes.

It was not easy either, and I felt the despair in my heart.

I can't say anything else.

After stretching and standing up from the bed, the first thing I felt was hunger.

I was very hungry, my stomach was empty, there was nothing.

At this moment, the old man was no longer in the house, and the black cat and the body on the ground were also gone.

It was probably when I was sleeping that the old man woke up and took the things out.

Actually, I'm a little worried. I don't know who brought this body in.

How do we get him out?

You can't chop it up for him, just put it in a black plastic bag.

Where to throw it back? Let people find out and call the police.

From what people traced, it seemed like we were killing people and dumping our bodies.

But there must be a reasonable explanation for the sudden appearance of a corpse in the house!

"Go to the crematorium later and burn this thing."

The old man pointed to the corpse on the ground. I looked in the direction of his finger and found that this old man was also very powerful.

He actually stuffed the corpse into the gap between the sofa and the wall.

It doesn't take up much space, but if someone comes in without paying attention and suddenly sees it, he will probably be scared to death.

The old man said to send this thing directly to the crematorium.

But when the crematorium cremates things, don't they need a death certificate?

This is not a casual corpse that they will burn to ashes.

I was about to say something when I found that Duanmei took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

It turned out to be a death certificate!

Wow, this kind of thing can actually be made.

Normally speaking, isn't this something very difficult to get?

I didn't ask Duanmei how he got this thing?

Anyway, with such a death certificate, it will be much easier to cremate the corpse.

As for how to get the corpse there? That's also a problem.

I really didn't expect Duanmei to have a car.

I've never seen him drive a car.

To be precise, I've never seen him drive a car.

I thought he couldn't drive, but I didn't expect he was so good at it.

The price of Duanmei's car was quite high. It cost at least 500,000 yuan when he bought it.