Until the train arrived at the station and the medical staff waiting at the station wrapped Xia Ping up and carried her away, I still felt like I was dreaming.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this qiē.

When they carried her past me, the tiny body hidden under the white cloth, and the hair that fell out of the white cloth as she walked, it was really hard to believe that this woman lying on a stretcher, whose skin was wrinkled like a pile of dead wood due to the lack of water in the strict zhòng, was Xia Ping, who was fresh and moist not long ago, as full and beautiful as fresh fruit.

What the hell made her like this?

What happened to her, and in such a short period of time, under my nose, she became like this?

This is not only my self-question, but also the question that the police put to me with a certain thoughtful gaze.

But there is no answer to this question.

Because the only one who can give an answer is gone.

That person is Liu Xiang.

Shortly after the man with the message rushed out of the carriage, I immediately turned on the lights and got out of bed to see what had caused him to be scared like that.

But then I was very surprised to realize that there were only two people in this closed carriage, Xia Ping and me.

Yoo Xiang didn't know where he went.

His bed was so clean and tidy that it was as if no one had ever been on it, let alone two of them together.

But it was clear that just a few minutes ago, he was still entangled with Xia Ping on this bed, wasn't it.

When I looked at Xia Ping's bed with this incomprehensible question, I only felt a loud bang in my head, as if I had been struck by lightning, and I felt dizzy in front of my eyes.

I saw a wrinkled, almost human-like figure lying upright on Xia Ping's bed.

If it weren't for the clothes, I would almost not recognize the wrinkled person as Xia Ping, who seemed to have been drained of the liquid from her whole body in an instant, and her whole body was shriveled and deformed, like a mummy that had been dehydrated.

Even though her face and body were distorted and deformed, she was still breathing, and her eyes could still move in her sockets that were almost filled with wrinkles. She looked at me and slowly squirmed her mouth, as if trying to say something to me, but then there was a soft click in her throat, and as her last breath was released from her throat, her eyes darkened, and she struggled to point at me, and then fell to a complete still.

But I didn't notice her death then, because all attention was focused on the changes in her body and her grinning mouth.

The lips of her mouth were almost completely gone.

It looks like it was gnawed off by something, and even the belt flesh is crawling with tiny tooth marks on the edges.

Therefore, the white teeth of the forest are particularly conspicuous on her face, which is dull due to lack of water, and makes her look like a monster who smiles from ear to ear until she dies.

It made me stand still like I was petrified, unable to move.

It wasn't until the flight attendants and medical workers rushed to the side to rescue her that I woke up. At that time, the whole train was almost overturned, because rumors were everywhere that a living mummy had appeared in this carriage.

And the 'rumor', once spread, spreads to hundreds, it is like a spark that quickly ignites the prairies, simple and fierce.

So it didn't take long for the people in the front and back carriages to hear the wind and compete to see the mummy. This caused the passage to be so tightly blocked, that it took a lot of effort for the police and all the crew members to evacuate the crowd, and set up a forbidden area at the entrance of the front and rear passages, and sent people to guard it, after which it gradually became quiet again.

After that, the police began to interrogate me.

Ask me what happened in the carriage, and ask Xia Ping if she had any illness when she got on the bus.

Why do they ask that? Because they initially thought that Xia Ping was an old man in his seventies and eighties. But when she turned out her ID card and carefully compared it with her face for a long time, everyone's face was instantly filled with expressions of disbelief.

They couldn't believe that a woman in her twenties could look like this.

But what is even more unbelievable is the cause of Xia Ping's death.

Xia Ping died of dehydration.

Of course, the infection caused by the wound on her lips gnawed by some animal was also one of the causes of her death.

But there are both drinks and free hot water on the train, so why would a person be dehydrated so badly that even his whole body would change so much?

It's a question I can't answer.

The only thing I can explain is the bite on Xia Ping's mouth, because she and I have both seen rats in the carriage.

Large, robust, and unafraid of rats.

But when I said that, the flight attendants all immediately denied it. They said that in addition to the daily routine cleaning, all vehicles are regularly inspected and sprayed with drugs to prevent rats from entering the car to gnaw on goods or lines. So there can be no rats at all, especially rats that are big and not afraid of people.

Since they said so, I naturally had nothing to say, after all, there was no basis for what I said.

But my silence only deepened their suspicion of me, after all, I was the only one with her at the time, and I was always at odds with her condition, and I couldn't explain why.

So after hesitating for a moment, I decided to tell the truth, so I told them what happened before Xia Ping became like this and died.

Not surprisingly, after listening to what I had to say, their eyes flashed one by one, and their faces showed obvious suspicion.

Then he looked at Yoo Sang's incomparably clean bed and asked me meaningfully, "So where is the passenger sleeping on your lower bunk?"

I said, "I don't know." I thought he was still there before the man who had come to deliver the message knocked on the door and entered, but apparently, for at least half an hour, he packed his luggage and bed and quietly left while I was hiding under the covers to avoid their voices. ”

"Listen to you, that man should have something to do with this Ms. Xia's death, or should he have witnessed Ms. Xia's bizarre death, and then quietly fled out of fear of being alone?" they asked me again.

“...... I think it should be. ”

"But did you know that your bunk is unmanned?"

I was stunned: "No one?"

"Yes. ”

"It can't be. Although Xia Ping is dead, Li Xin can testify that this bed is manned, and they have chatted together......"

"Li Xin, you mean this Ms. Xia's husband?"

"Yes. ”

"It's a shame to say. That Mr. Li also died. ”

"What??"

"Not long before Ms. Xia's incident, someone came to the infirmary to ask for help, saying that a man had fainted in the toilet of this train, but when the people from the infirmary rushed over, they found that he was no longer able to save him, and he was covered in vomit and feces and urine, and he fell in the urinal before he even had time to lift his pants. ”

"How...... How can this be......"

"I'm afraid that it is prostration and sudden death caused by food poisoning, and the specific conclusion will have to wait for the autopsy report after getting off the bus. ”

“...... Oh......"

"So," they said, glancing at Yoo Sang's clean bed, and then smiling meaningfully at me, "So now we can only rely on the ticket sales, Ms. Qiu, the records show that there is no one in your lower bunk, because the person who originally bought this bunk refunded the ticket for some reason." ”

As a result, I am now forced to stay in this small city, which is four stops away from my destination.

To be exact, he was detained by the local police.

Although Xia Ping's death did not seem to be man-made, my testimony on the train made the police suspicious, and second, the exact cause of death depended on the autopsy report, so I had to stay there to cooperate with the investigation. This made me realize that the little time I had left might not be enough, and while I lost my freedom, I also lost the possibility of continuing to return to my hometown, let alone investigate the real murderer of Sister Qiu Mei.

Time has passed, and I can't do anything about it.

So the mood is like falling to the bottom of the abyss, pitch black, I want to look up, but the distance I see is desperate.

Because of this, I gave up some efforts, and I stayed quietly like a puppet in the small room of the detention center, with only a small skylight, not wanting to talk, not wanting to do anything, just sitting in a daze, according to what they said, quietly waiting for Xia Ping's autopsy report to come out.

After sitting like that for more than an hour, suddenly my right eye hurt again, a very strong pain.

With this pain, my eyeball became very uncomfortable, because I felt as if something had grown in it, and when I reached out to touch it, I felt a hard bump, which was hard against my eyeball, and this terrible discovery shocked me.

I subconsciously wanted to find a mirror to see, but there was no mirror in the detention center, so I could only continue to carefully touch it with my fingers, but it was okay not to touch it, and when I groped the edge of its outline along the hard object on my eyeball little by little, suddenly my eyeball was on fire.

It was so hot that I could still sit still, so I immediately got up and hurriedly ran to the door and patted the door hard, but after shooting for a long time, no one paid attention to it at all.

Damn it...... Could it be that it was too late, so after taking me to this place, they all went to rest......

This terrible situation made my eyes hurt even more.

It was so hot and painful that I wanted to gouge out this eyeball.

I couldn't help but curl up on the ground and cover my eyes vigorously, I was afraid that if I continued like this, this eyeball would be burned by this scorching temperature.

But as soon as I squatted on the ground, suddenly something hit me my lower abdomen, which made me subconsciously bounce up and immediately touch my trouser pocket.

Then I realized that the thing that had hit me was a bottle of eye drops.

The bottle of eye drops that Yoo Xiang gave me......

This discovery made me laugh a little obliviously in pain.

Although the others are gone, and the luggage is gone, this thing is still there and was brought here by me accidentally.

As soon as I pulled it out of my trouser pocket, I stared at it blankly.

Since it is a real store, then the so-called empty shop does not have zài, which means that Liu Xiang is not a person who does not save zài.

But unfortunately, a mere bottle of eye drops cannot be used as evidence that he really exists, so as to prove something.

It only proves it for myself.

Still, it did have a bit of a dampening effect on the symptoms on my eyeballs.

At least after I clicked on it, my eyes were more comfortable for a long time, and there was almost no pain at all.

Thinking of this, I immediately unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it towards my right eye.

I want to relieve the severe pain in my eyes.

But before I could squeeze the potion out of the bottle, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.

A cold, small hand.

It was so small that I could barely see it, but it was extremely powerful enough to stop me from squeezing out the eye drops.

"Beitang Beitang," and then I heard a sigh in my head, a man's voice, "I helped you stop the possibility of that man eating you, but you will take revenge and use this thing he gave you to dissolve me, right?" ”

I opened my mouth wide in astonishment, but I couldn't say a word.

"I knew you were so ignorant, and I just let you be hooked by the hanged man, what do you say?" he added, and dusted my wrist with his tiny fingers.

Easily dusted my wrist off, along with the eye drop bottle in my hand.

The water splashed out of the bottle when it hit the ground.

It spilled on the ground, making a few soft hissing noises and burning a few white smoke on the ground.

In less than a few seconds, the liquid-stained cement floor melted into a bottomless hole the size of a mung bean.