I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage by the technician. In fact, I can't say I enjoyed it, because the force was a bit too heavy and the technician's skills were not good.
But now I can't move, I can't even open my eyes, and I can't express my thoughts at all.
After a while, I felt someone wiping my body with a towel, then putting clothes on me, and then I seemed to be put on a cart, and the car started to move.
At this time, I felt something was wrong. This was not normal.
Let’s not talk about the massage techniques of the technicians. The most important thing is that there is no communication at all during the whole process. This is wrong. How can a technician not ask the customer’s feelings when going to a spa?
Just when I was confused, I heard bursts of crying coming from around me.
How is this going?
"Ms. Liu, our funeral home's spa farewell project has been completed and it will be cremated. Do you still want to take a look at your husband?" At this time, a man's voice sounded.
"No, no, if you look at me one more time, I'll be sad again. Let's cremate him as soon as possible." A woman's voice then sounded.
Damn!
When I heard this, even a fool knew what was going on.
I actually got on top of a dead man.
It doesn't matter if a person is dead, the most important thing is that this person will be cremated soon!
Recently, many funeral homes have this kind of body farewell program. The body is groomed before death. It is called "respecting the body with respect". I was not in a spa just now, but someone was cleaning the body!
The man's voice just now should be the staff of the funeral home, and the woman should be the wife of the corpse.
But I don’t have the heart to think about these things now. The only word that comes to my mind now is ‘cremation’, and I am about to be cremated!
Thinking of this, I have the urge to vomit blood.
Damn it, what is going on?
First, he got on top of a little bitch who was about to be ridden. He finally committed suicide and ended up taking someone else's body, only to be cremated.
I am so unlucky!
Although I know that if I am burned to death again, my ghost will still come out of my body, but that is cremation, and thinking about it makes me go numb.
I know that I must not be cremated, and the feeling will be terrible, but now my ghost has just entered this body, and it has not yet fully integrated, so I can't move at all!
I felt like I was being pushed and didn't know where to go, but the final destination should be the crematorium.
Followed by a series of crying sounds, it should be the man's family.
After walking for about two or three minutes, the car stopped.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and I knew that the crematorium had been opened.
"Holy shit, don't do it, brother, slow down the heat, I'm not fucking dead yet!" I shouted loudly in my heart, while struggling desperately.
But I can't control this body at all, so I can only do it in vain.
Then I felt the car move again, and I knew that I would be pushed into the crematorium the next moment.
I’m going to grandma’s house!
I cursed in my heart and struggled with all my strength.
Suddenly, I felt my hand move.
"Damn it, he moved his hands, he moved his hands, look, he moved his hands!"
At this moment, someone shouted.
Hearing this voice, my tears almost came down.
Finally, someone finally saw it.
Then there was a commotion around, and sounds kept coming.
"He's moving, he's moving, he's not dead yet!"
"Quick, lift it down quickly!"
"Husband, you're not dead yet!"
Then the woman's voice howled at the beginning, and then I felt a soft body lying on top of me.
Well, I am a woman and have very strong capital, because I feel very weak and under a lot of pressure.
Then I smelled a strong smell of perfume, it should be this man's wife.
But then I felt something was wrong. This woman's husband had just died. Why was the smell of perfume on her body so strong? Could it be that she was still in the mood to put on makeup after her husband died?
"Hurry, hurry, send him to the hospital quickly, he is still alive!"
In the panic, someone shouted, and then I felt myself being picked up and running wildly outside.
Although I couldn't open my eyes or move, I could feel that the person holding me was a very strong guy, and I could clearly feel the muscles in his arms.
Then I felt myself being carried into a car, and then the car started, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
In addition to the sound of the engine, there were two somewhat rapid breathing sounds in the car.
Listening to the sound, I could tell that there were only two people in the car at this time.
I am a dead person, of course it does not count.
The person driving the car must be the guy who just carried me out of the funeral home, and the person sitting next to me at this moment must be this man's wife, because the strong smell of perfume penetrated my nostrils.
Although my breathing is very weak now, I don't even need to breathe, but the smell of the perfume is really pungent.
"Why isn't he dead yet?"
A man's voice came from the front, his tone was trembling.
"I...I don't know, just now, just now, he was about to enter the cremation furnace, and his fingers actually moved." The woman next to him said.
But I could hear that her voice was trembling, panicked, and even a little scared.
"Damn it, how is that possible? Did you watch him drink that stuff with your own eyes?" the voice of the man driving in front rang again.
"Yes, I served it to him with my own hands and watched him drink it all. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to still be alive." The woman's trembling voice sounded again.
"I told you not to do this a long time ago. Even if I divorce him, I can share half of the property. You insist on me killing him. What should I do now? What should I do now? I'm so scared!"
At this time, I was lying quietly and was speechless.
It seems that the old man I'm with is even more unlucky than me.
That woman was his wife, and the guy who was driving the car was able to attend his funeral, and presumably she was also someone close to him, or in other words, his driver.
Now listening to the words of those two people, this old man was killed by his wife and the driver.
These two people must have been in love for a long time. Maybe the woman married the man as a set up and wanted to share half of the property after divorce.
But I didn't expect that the driver was too greedy and wanted not just half of what he wanted, but all of it, so he colluded with his mistress and killed him directly.
Love is a light, green makes you panic.
Not only does he love you, but he also kills you!
I sighed in my heart and couldn't help but sympathize with this guy.
"What's the use of talking about it now? We absolutely can't send him to the hospital alive, we must kill him completely as soon as possible!" the man driving in front said impatiently.
"But, but his relatives are in the car behind, what should I do?" The woman's voice was a little at a loss.
"Suffocate him. Use a towel and pour water to suffocate him. Don't let him go to the hospital for rescue, otherwise we will all be doomed!"
The man said coldly.
“…..”
I was a little speechless, thinking that these two guys really thought I didn't exist, and now they were still discussing how to kill me.
But I can't move now, it's no different from not existing.
After hearing the man's words, the woman fell silent and remained silent for a long time.
I know that the woman is scared. Although she is not a good person, after all, directly suffocating someone to death and poisoning someone to death are different methods of killing.
The latter only needs to take the medicine and watch the person die without having to do it herself. But now that she is asked to do it herself to suffocate her husband, the woman is a little scared.
"You bitch, what are you waiting for? Kill him quickly. If you can't kill him and get to the hospital, if he survives, it will be both of us who die!"
The man in front became anxious and cursed loudly at the woman.
The woman next to her cried, her voice trembling, but she still took the towel, unscrewed a bottle of water and poured it on the towel to wet it thoroughly.
Then I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a wet towel, and then a pair of hands pressed tightly, and there was a woman's frightened sobbing.
Most people's first reaction when someone covers their mouth and nose is to struggle and resist. But now I can't move at all, so I can't resist at all.
But it doesn't matter, because I haven't completely integrated with this corpse yet, so I don't need to breathe.
The woman pressed a wet towel against my mouth and nose and kept crying.
"How is it? Are you dead?"
About ten minutes later, a man's voice came from the front.
"No... I don't know, he must be dead, right?" The woman stopped crying and said with some uncertainty.
Immediately afterwards, the towel from my mouth was taken away, and the woman was observing me.
At this time, I feel that my ghost has completely integrated into this body, which means that I can now control this body.
I sneered in my heart and opened my eyes.
What caught my eye was the face of a woman in her mid-twenties, who was small, pretty, and quite pretty.
At this time, the woman was looking at me. The moment she saw me opening my eyes, her face was full of panic, her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't say a word.
I knew she was scared out of her mind, but I didn't feel any pity for her at all.
This woman actually teamed up with her mistress to kill her husband. She was a person who did not regret death.
So I grinned and smiled at her.
Seeing my smile, the woman was even more frightened, as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
She opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out.
The next moment, the woman rolled her eyes and fainted.
"Bitch, is he dead? The hospital is almost here!" Another man's anxious voice came from the front.
"I'm not dead. I'm not dead yet. Do you want me to die so much?"
As I spoke, I sat up.
Hearing my voice, the man driving in front visibly stiffened, then turned back sharply, just in time to come face to face with me.
"Ah!" The man driving the car let out a horrified scream.
The next moment, I felt a spin and the car overturned!
