The sweltering heat has been foretold, and there will be a rainstorm coming.

Sure enough, a majestic heavy rain arrived as promised.

The rain washed away the dirty dust on the road surface and washed away people's previously depressed mood.

On a scorching summer day in June, it really takes a heavy rainstorm to cool down.

At night, the sky was a little overcast and frightening, and the neon lights of the streets reflected on the edge of the dark clouds, as if they had painted each other with a veil of powder.

Every now and then, blue-purple lightning streaks across the far end.

Then, there was a burst of thunder.

It's a great weather to stay at home and do what you want to do.

The woman in the black dress thought this way as she stood by her window and watched the dense rain outside.

The small room behind her, except for some ordinary furniture, was a cage woven of wire.

These cages the size of dog cages are about the right place for a large dog.

It's just that in this small living room, there are so many iron cages, which seems to be much more crowded.

The woman in the black dress looked at some empty cages, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

But when she heard a man in one of the cages struggling to move his body, she let out a silver bell-like laugh.

She took small steps, holding the corners of her skirt, as if floating in front of an iron cage, and slowly squatted down.

A woman is like admiring a pet, her eyes are spoiled, and her heart is happy.

But the man in the cage had a terrifying look in his eyes.

His mouth had been completely sewn with black threads, and he couldn't open his mouth at all, and could only use his throat to let out angry whimpering.

It can be seen that the man who was not wearing any clothes, whether it was his wrists or ankles, had traces of black thread stitches, and there were even some blood stains that had not been cleaned up.

The bloodstains, already dried into lumps attached to the epidermis, cracked open as he moved.

Maybe it's the man's gaze that makes the woman in the black dress unhappy, maybe it's because she gets tired of watching it for a long time.

In short, the woman's beautiful face became more and more cold.

Her laughter slowly faded, and her doting eyes became a little chilly.

The heavy lock of the bag hanging in front of the cage was opened by the woman with a key, and then she grabbed the hair of the man in the cage with one hand.

The man began to be terrified because he remembered that the last time he was caught by the hair, this terrible woman had sewn his mouth shut.

He wanted to resist, but his limp limbs couldn't exert any strength at all, because the ligaments of his limbs had been fiercely cut by the woman before, and they were stitched with black threads, causing the injuries to heal very slowly.

But even if there is no black line, for a long time, men are still like waste.

The uneasy roar happened to be covered by the sudden thunder outside, and the man was forcibly dragged to the ground by the woman in the black dress like a mess of meat, and approached another dark room.

As she approached the room, the woman suddenly turned her head and looked into the living room.

In the other cage, there was also a man, he was staring at all this with blank eyes, forcibly holding back the fear in his heart, and when he saw the woman in the black dress turn around, he immediately grinned and stuck out his tongue, like a laughing dog.

He was lucky that his mouth was not sewn shut.

Because he has always been obedient.

The woman in the black dress looked at this scene, and a smile regained on her face, and she smiled happily.

She dragged the man's body into the dark room and closed the door.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The frequency of lightning is also getting faster and faster.

The thunder rumbled, as if to vent some dissatisfaction.

In a private hospital in Licheng, a doctor in a white coat was standing in an elevator.

Tonight, he wasn't on duty, but he stayed.

The doctor who was originally on duty didn't know where to run at this time.

The elevator slowly descended, and the doctor's eyes kept glued to the changing numbers on the display, and his heart was very excited.

When the basement floor arrived, the elevator doors slowly opened, and the doctor moved his fingers and walked towards a cold room.

During the day, he was obviously extremely dissatisfied in his heart, but he still had to force a few smiles at those patients who came to see him.

If the attitude is not good, and the guarantee is not even, who will complain, it will be very troublesome.

After all, several bodies have been lost in the hospital recently, and they are being strictly investigated.

At this time, when he hit the muzzle of the gun, it was obvious that there was something wrong with his brain.

However, it is ridiculous to say that a few corpses have been lost, and the leaders of this hospital are still superstitious and refuse to install cameras in the passage on the negative floor.

It's like I'm afraid that I'll shoot something unsightly.

And fortunately, the few bodies that were lost were either unclaimed or lonely old people, and the hospital did not publicize them, but chose to rot in the stomach and investigate secretly.

This is exactly what gives me an opportunity to take advantage of.

It is a pity that now the morgue of the hospital has begun to be canceled one after another, and the body must be sent to the funeral home.

The doctor pondered, estimating that he would not be able to do this job for long.

Seemingly, you have to start learning like that old man? Go to the cemetery and find what you need?

Well, it's really upside down.

The doctor sighed helplessly and glanced at the room with the lights not far away.

There is an uncle on the basement floor, and I heard that he had to do this errand in order to buy a wedding house for his children.

After all, there is a lot of money.

It's just that this uncle usually sleeps at a certain point, and he sleeps like a dead pig, and when he secretly moved the body a few times ago, this uncle didn't find out.

Naturally, the doctor ignored him.

No, in the lighted room, the snoring was louder than thunder.

When the doctor passed by the door, he coughed deliberately, thinking that he was playing a prank.

The gloomy morgue was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, and the silver-white refrigerator was on that wall.

Looking at the information label of the corpse attached to each refrigerator, age, gender, it is clearly recorded.

The doctor thought about it for a while, and finally chose a relatively young one.

The cold and stiff corpse was taken out of the refrigerator by him like this and carried on his back.

The cold air stimulated every pore on his body, but the doctor only felt extremely excited.

When he thought of replacing the limbs of the corpse behind him with the limbs of another corpse, the beautiful picture, just a fantasy, made him look crazy.

The footsteps on the way back are much heavier than when they came.

After all, he carried a corpse on his back.

Fortunately, the thunder that sounded from time to time outside made the heavy footsteps a lot more than that.

And, of course, the snoring of the janitor.

With each step, the doctor shook the corpse's head.

It's drooping, it's unnatural.

After getting on the elevator, the doctor put the body down with ease, and then took off his white coat and put it on for the body.

If you ignore the sign on the ankle of the corpse, it's like one person supporting another drunk person.

After stepping out of the elevator, he skillfully avoided the range of the camera, supported the corpse, and walked to his duty room.

Fortunately, this private hospital is not big, and the only people on duty are security guards outside the door.

But it's raining heavily tonight, and according to the security guard's habits, he must have gone out for a drink and won't be able to come back for a while.

The stiff and blue corpse sat in a chair with its hands and head bowed.

The doctor put on a white coat and picked up the body again and walked to the staircase.

There, there was no surveillance, there, and no one would pass by now.

At this point in time, most of the patients are also asleep.

If anyone is unfortunate enough to bump into it, the doctor doesn't mind having an extra doll for himself.

With this thought in mind, he slowly carried the corpse on his back and slowly went downstairs.

Every step taken downstairs was dull, and the corpse on its back, whether it was its head or limbs, swayed unnaturally.

In this way, I saw that the face of the corpse suddenly stuck to the doctor's sweaty face.

Feeling the chill coming, the doctor felt a sense of relief.

Out of the building, the doctor threw the body in the back seat and laid it flat, then drove the car to his home.

He had to hurry up tonight to finish the doll and get back on duty.

Tomorrow, it's almost time to submit your resignation report.

After all, there are few corpses left in the hospital morgue that can make him like.

The doctor was in the car, a little impatient.

The car, passing by a cemetery, slowly disappeared into the rainy night.

In the distant sky, a bolt of lightning shone brightly, and it hid in the darkness again.

An old man braved the heavy rain and walked in the cemetery.

His gray hair was already wet, dripping downward.

It can be seen that he is carrying an army-green tool bag, the zipper is not fully closed, and the hammer, hammer and other items in the bag can be seen at a glance.

The old man's arms were covered with age spots, and his shriveled skin was so thin that it covered bones.

The sound of coughing came out one after another, and it was very abrupt in the quiet cemetery.

However, no one should be able to hear this point, this place.

Recently, Licheng News has reported that several cemeteries have successively smashed graves and lost the urn of the tomb owner.

But except for the cemetery where the accident occurred, and the family members of the owner of the lost columbarium, there are not many people who are concerned about this news.

The news was broadcast once, and there was no follow-up.

No, in this relatively remote cemetery, the administrators are not as if they have seen the news, and the cemetery is almost unguarded.

After all, many people will think that the cemetery is unlucky and terrifying, who would have thought that in the middle of the night when it rains heavily, there are still people who dare to come here.

The sound of a light cough slowly stopped.

The old man took out a hammer and other items from his bag and aimed at an oval-shaped grave bag.

On the tombstone, the rain washed the gray-white photo, and the person in the photo looked serious and was a middle-aged man.

It's just that when the rain streaks across the photo, he looks like he's in tears.

"You're good, there are so many people with you, how can it be like me, lonely and unaccompanied. Ahem, little brother, for the sake of the two of us with the same surname, I wronged you to live with me for a while. ”

The old man patted the hard tombstone, as if he were patting a junior on the shoulder.

He stood by the grave and struck the hammer hard.

"When! While! ”

The sound of percussion resounded throughout the cemetery area.

The rumbling thunder perfectly drowned out the sound of the knocking.

Fragments of cement were scattered all over the ground, and a white jar was taken out of the grave by the old man.

The heavy rain, pounding on the jars, made a crisp sound, as if someone was banging on the sealed lid, asking for freedom.

The old man held the urn in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and he hurriedly threw the tools in the satchel he had brought with him, and walked in the rainy night.

Even if there is no one around, he does not feel lonely.

I just feel that it's a little cold.

The street lamps on both sides of the road were dimly lit, and when the old man holding the urn passed by, he could clearly see that the elongated black shadow under his feet seemed to be a superimposed shadow, and there were many gray shadows that could not be seen very clearly, superimposed on it.

Moreover, there was also a gray shadow, as if he was about to struggle to leave, but unfortunately, from the black shadow, a few pairs of gray shadow arms stretched out, and dragged the gray shadow who wanted to escape back.

As if he had noticed something unusual, the old man turned around, but saw nothing.

He suddenly smiled like a child, and the wrinkles on his face were huddled together like an early autumn chrysanthemum.

"There is one more member in the family, how about eating something good tomorrow, how about roast chicken? Little brother? I don't know if you'll like it. ”

"There's a girl doll who likes to eat ham, so why don't you add another ham."

The old man talked to himself all the way, braving the heavy rain, holding the jar, and walking hobbly.

It stands to reason that this rainstorm should stop after a while.

But tonight's rain, as if there is not enough catharsis, is still desperately falling.

Just thunder, no more.

The old man walked down the street, slowly.

When I came, I was looking for a motorcycle, which is a relatively common means of carrying passengers in this Licheng City.

One person, one motorcycle, is all over the street soliciting customers.

They will often honk their horns at pedestrians, even if it is a disguised question, if you want a ride.

At that time, when the old man proposed to come to this remote place, the motorcycle master was a little reluctant, and it was not until the old man proposed to double the price that the master agreed.

It's just that on the way back, there is no motorcycle.

The cemetery is relatively remote, and there are many breeding factories in addition to a private hospital, that is, a factory, nearby.

At this point in time, it's a rare thing to have a living person.

The old man pondered, and it seemed that he would have to walk for nearly an hour before he could reach home.

He coughed a few times, touched the urn in his arms with one free hand, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you see how sincerely I invite you to my house as a guest." ”

The rain struck on the top of the ceramic jar, and the old man smiled with satisfaction as if he had heard the response.

He had been talking to himself, but he didn't notice that there was a dark shadow behind him, and he had been following him since not long ago.

The dark shadow was draped in a raincoat, and the hood was lowered so that he could not see his face clearly, and he could only guess that it was a man based on his figure.

The man's steps were very light, and he seemed to have been staring at the old man for a long time, and he was hiding it with one hand behind his back, holding a bright pig-killing knife.

In this way, the two walked one after the other in the rainy night, keeping a distance.

On the highway, there are no vehicles moving, an empty winding road, only the street lights on both sides stand there.

The light was there, but it was quiet, not as dim and cold as in the cemetery.

The black shadow behind the old man was trampled under the feet of the man in the raincoat, and the overlapping shadows seemed to sense the danger, desperately restless, but unable to attract the attention of the master.

The man in the raincoat held the pig-killing knife with a cold light, getting closer and closer.

He raised his head slightly, revealing an expressionless face.

The hand hidden behind his back slowly lifted up, and hung in the air along with the pig-killing knife he was holding tightly.

The old man finally felt something.

As soon as he turned around, the knife fell.

"Whoa."

The white ceramic jar fell to the ground with a breaking sound, and the white powder was sprinkled on the ground, which was soon wet and solidified by the rain.

The man stomped on it mercilessly, printing gray shoe prints.

One knife, another knife.

The rain on the ground was quickly stained red, including the white and solidified ashes.

About five minutes passed, and the man in the raincoat walked away.

Leave a place, neatly arranged, pieces of meat.

Tonight, it looks like the rain will not stop.

Washing away countless filthy dusts.