I raised my head and looked around, and suddenly I had an ominous premonition in my heart!
I told you not to violate the taboos in the crematorium, but I just said the word "death" twice in a row. Now that I was fine, I let out a scream, and no one was even seen.
Although I think so, I feel guilty!
The big iron door of the crematorium was not closed. Could it be that something dirty came in from the outside?
In the driver's minivan, the doors were open, but there was no one inside!
I looked carefully and found that the car keys were still there. It was obvious that the driver must have been snatched away by something as soon as he got into the car...
A chill ran down my spine. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. It was unlucky to have a night traveler arrive in the middle of the night, but now a large living person was missing.
I hesitated for a moment, and while taking out my cell phone to call Uncle Quan, I looked around and found that the surroundings were empty and there was no one around. On the contrary, there was nothing visible in the small dark room.
I just rushed out of it, and the driver must not be inside. There are only two places to go now, either still in the crematorium, or even in the corner of the small dark room, or out of the crematorium.
The gate of the field.
Seeing that Uncle Quan's phone call could not be reached, I hurriedly went to close the crematorium door again, and then, after gritting my teeth, I quickly returned to the incineration room to get the bone knocking stick.
When the oval-faced young woman and her lover saw me coming back, they asked anxiously: "Little master, has something happened?"
"It's okay, just don't go out here." After I picked up the bone-breaking stick, I also put the small peach wood sword that Uncle Quan had given me from the table into my pocket, and I felt a little safer.
feel!
"Little master, are you really okay?" The young woman with an oval face also saw the unnatural look on my expression and asked again quickly.
I frowned and said angrily: "You can't help me if something happens, so just keep kowtowing here and admitting your mistake. I'll go out and be right back."
"But……"
"It's nothing, just do as I say."
Looking at the oval-faced young woman and her pale lover, I didn't feel any good feelings in my heart.
Before the oval-faced young woman could ask, I had already walked out again with the bone-tapping stick in hand.
The big iron door of the crematorium had been closed by me, and I was thinking that the driver was not in the cremation room inside the crematorium. It should be in the small dark room at the back.
Only the dimly lit dark room can hide people. I thought there were still little tomatoes inside. If nothing worked, I would rush in and get the little tomatoes out to protect me...
The bone-breaking stick in my hand is a human bone that has been knocked for many years. I hold it in my hand, and there is a faint fragrance on it, like the oily fragrance of bones, but I am not in the mood to care about it at this time.
Holding the bone-breaking stick in his hand, he headed towards the small dark room.
"It's impossible for a big living person to disappear out of thin air like this. It must be right here!" I thought secretly and looked around.
After a while, my sharp eyes suddenly noticed that something was not normal on the ground.
I quickly squatted down, took out my phone, turned on the light, and then shined it towards my feet!
As a result, this photo really revealed the truth to me!
I saw that the ground that was originally covered with fine sand had some bright red color. I almost knew without guessing that this red color must be caused by blood dripping.
I touched the bloody sand with my hand and found that a little blood on the sand got on my finger.
I looked at my fingers stained with a trace of blood, and my heart suddenly moved!
This blood must have been dripping not long ago. It is very likely that this is the blood of the minivan driver!
My heart sank. My uncle’s body was actually bleeding. This must be no small matter!
What's sad is that Uncle Quan's phone couldn't be reached at the critical moment. In the middle of the night, I had no choice but to come by myself...
I took a deep breath and thought to myself: "I've seen ghost babies and sneaky things, why are I afraid of you, a dirty thing?"
Sometimes, people who have experienced something will obviously feel a little calmer when faced with the same thing. To put it mildly, this calmness is called maturity, but to put it worse, it is called ignorance of good and evil and asking for death.
road!
I don't know if I belong to the former or the latter, but now I plan to find that driver.
Otherwise, in the middle of the night, a living person just disappeared into the crematorium. How could I stay here in the middle of the night?
After making up my mind, I shined my phone's light on the fine sand on the ground and followed the drops of blood as I walked over.
Gradually, I found that the blood on the fine sand seemed to be gradually increasing. After a while, I saw a large pool of fresh blood appearing on the Xisha...
The driver should be nearby!
I quickly raised my head and looked around, only to realize that I had unknowingly arrived at the back of the small dark room. There were almost no lights around, and it was completely dark. Only my mobile phone light was still on...
"Where are the people?"
There was a large pool of blood next to my feet. I guessed that the driver must be not far away from here. I grabbed the light of my mobile phone and searched carefully again. In the end, I found that there was a driver standing in the corner not far away.
With a figure!
I took a closer look and found that the figure looked familiar!
"It belongs to the driver!" A flash of inspiration came to my mind, and I immediately remembered that this figure belonged to the driver of the bun.
"Brother, are you okay?" I grabbed the mobile phone light and slowly leaned over, my steps were very light, and I held the bone hammer tightly in my hand; I believed that as long as this figure dared to suddenly turn around and attack me,
The bone-breaking stick in my hand will definitely make his head explode!
I walked over a few steps, but the driver still stood there with his back to me, motionless.
I deliberately raised my voice and said, "Brother, are you scared to death? Why are you standing here alone?"
After I finished speaking, the driver still didn’t respond!
I felt terrified in my heart as I looked at a real, living person standing in front of me without saying a word. How could it be so scary?
I took a few steps closer again, and then stood not far behind the driver.
I held the bone-tapping stick in my right hand, and gently slapped the driver on the back with my left hand!
"Brother, you..."
I patted the driver's back with my left hand, but when my hand touched his body, I clearly felt that the driver's back was a little weird.
My left hand fell. This person's back is usually very solid, but this driver's back is soft and has no hardness that a normal man should have... (the hardness of a normal man, you guys
Do you have it? Anyway, I do.)
Seeing that the driver didn't respond, I patted it again with my left hand a little harder!
This time, my left hand slapped the driver's arm, this time with a lot more force, and the driver finally "responsed"!
I saw my left hand fall, and the driver's body was still standing still, but the arm that was photographed by my left hand suddenly appeared a cut from the shoulder, and then the whole arm was cut directly.
It fell to the ground.
But in the next second, I felt the pupils of both eyes shrink violently!
I saw the driver's head in front of me suddenly and silently rolled down from his body, and the body without his head and arms fell softly to the ground like a puddle of mud...
[Author's digression]: Today is probably the most time I have been tipped since Egg wrote about The Corpse Burner. I sincerely thank Wahaha12345, td79687771, Cui Xiaolong, Lu Xiaoliu, and of course, I have been tipped for four consecutive days.
Mrs. Hua! Special thanks to all the book friends for their support. Age is actually not very important, but some book friends asked me why I wanted a photo - the egg is 93, when everyone around me is doing all kinds of things at night
At that time, Dan Dan felt like he was writing words alone at home, which was actually quite lonely, so I hope everyone can support Dan Dan and the Corpse Burner more!