I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange rules talk

mmp!

What a bad luck!

Martin looked around. The wilderness was empty. Except for the howling of the wind and rain, everything seemed unusually quiet.

Obviously, this isn't some prank.

No, I can't keep this.

He murmured to himself, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

He decided to send this ominous urn to the funeral parlor.

In his opinion, people there should know how to deal with this kind of thing.

The main thing is, I don't dare to throw away this pussy thing casually.

It's obvious now.

He was probably caught in something dirty, and the other party asked to send [him back to his hometown].

Probably sending this urn to his hometown.

How to send Martin?

Since you can't get rid of it, you can only give it away.

Brother, or maybe eldest sister, I know you are here. Little brother, I really don't know how to help you get home.

The words just fell.

The surrounding wind and rain seemed to have more than doubled in intensity in an instant.

Martin immediately continued.

But please rest assured, although I am an amateur sex player, I can hand over your treasure body to a professional organization for processing. What do you think?

The wind and rain gradually became lighter again.

After Martin finished eating the toasted buns, the wind and rain outside finally turned into drizzle.

Worried that the weird rain would get heavy again, Martin decided to set off immediately.

Then he closed the box forcefully, as if he was afraid that the ashes in the box would float out again. He carefully stuffed the box into a cloth bag and tied it tightly.

Finally, I looked up at the road I came from.

According to his intuition, it should be around three-thirty in the afternoon.

Go out in the morning and come back in the afternoon.

When I thought about how decisive I was when I left, I rolled back like a local dog with my tail between my legs in less than a day.

To be honest, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Soldiers are expensive and fast!

He grabbed the bag and started walking quickly along the path.

The drizzle was drifting in his ears, but Martin couldn't calm down.

First there was the weird little girl, and then there was this unexpected urn.

There seems to be no connection between the two, but the original intention of both seems to be to force him back to the funeral parlor.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

I just felt a dark wind blowing.

Under the big willow tree in front, a little girl with bare feet appeared.

She just stood there blankly, her long hair wet from the rain sticking to her pale face, and water droplets dripping down her cheeks.

The image is serene and eerie.

You are indeed back. The little girl's voice was weak.

Martin felt a chill instantly. He held the bag tightly, and an inexplicable alarm arose in his heart.

Sure enough, is this what Long Guo said is God's will in the dark?

Did she already know that she was going back?

So that’s why you didn’t take any coercive measures when you met yourself this morning?

Why are you here? Martin tried to sound firm.

The little girl didn't answer, just repeated one sentence.

There are bad people in the funeral home, there are bad people in there.

Martin frowned, feeling even more uneasy. He knew that this little girl was no ordinary person, and there must be a reason for her appearance.

But what can he do even if he knows there are bad people in the funeral home?

Hit him?

He is not Jiang Xiao, but if he were half as good as Jiang Xiao, Martin would have gone crazy.

Why did you get wet for so long?

What exactly are you trying to warn me about?

Martin asked, wanting to know more details, like, who was the bad guy?

If he were just the curator, he could try to persuade the night watchman to see if he could cooperate.

The little girl raised her head and looked directly at Martin. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and reach deep into her heart.

Her voice suddenly became firm, in stark contrast to her childish appearance.

You shouldn't be here.

Martin took a deep breath, and his heart was already filled with thousands of horses galloping.

God damn shouldn't I have come?

He said it as if I wanted to come. This was chosen by Gui Tan. Is there any room for labor and management to struggle?

What else do you want to ask further?

But the girl's facial features began to bleed with blood.

The horrific scene made Martin stay in place, and for a moment he did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions, Martin took a deep breath, took a step forward, and continued on to the funeral home by taking a detour from the willow tree.

Before it got completely dark, Martin, who was hurrying slowly, finally returned to the place where the dream began.

The hall was empty, with only a chandelier swaying faintly.

Martin looked around, trying to find the staff member on duty, but the silence made him uneasy.

He walked towards the corridor, ready to find the most harmless Bao Lebin.

But at this moment, a low conversation came from a door at the back.

Um?

Martin held his breath and approached quietly. His intuition told him that the little girl's words were not groundless.

There must be bad people among the masses.

He leaned close to the crack of the door, and through the slightly opened door, he saw two figures facing each other in the dark room. He couldn't see who they were exactly.

However, the content of the conversation made Martin's heart sink to the bottom.

The deal is settled. I will deliver the goods early tomorrow morning.

What about the body? Are you sure you can dispose of it? It's not rotten yet, is it?

Don't worry, there are plenty of places outside, and it won't be troublesome to deal with them.

Martin's heart skipped a beat.

It’s day!

Are there two bad guys among the crowd? !

Although you can’t see their faces clearly, it’s not difficult to tell by their voices. These two people are the curator and the night watchman!

trade?

Corpse?

With two keywords, Martin instantly thought of two possibilities.

Organ trafficking, or selling it to some perverted ogre or something.

But who is a good person who likes to eat rotten food?

To sum up, this funeral home is probably engaged in some illegal business of selling human organs.

Not only Martin, but everyone in the live broadcast room also guessed this.

However, some people have raised doubts.

[Just ask if you don’t understand. If I remember correctly, after a person dies, there will be insufficient oxygen supply to the organs throughout the body. Generally, within a few minutes to a few hours, the organs will lose their activity, right? 】

[Hey, that’s right, but what you don’t know is that you can prolong the activity of corpse organs by simply injecting some solvent or placing the corpse in a frozen environment.]

If you say so.

[I finally understand why the female corpse carried by Hirozuka Okamon still smells after two or three days. Even the spots on the corpse are very few. It turns out that it was drugged~]

[No wonder, I always think that the curator is both good and bad. That’s it.]

[I say he is good because the curator is also afraid of invisible things, which is the same as the position of the Chosen One. 】

[To say he is bad is because the things the curator does are shady, be bold, or these weird stories only appeared after the curator sold organs. 】