Early in the morning, by the moat, the man walked along the bank, moving his stiff body.

After working overtime all night, he should have driven straight home, but for some reason, the ghost sent the car to the moat.

It will be less than six o'clock, there is basically no one by the river, the refreshing river breeze blows, with a hint of coolness, the brain that has been busy all night, at this moment is blown by the wind, it is actually a lot more sober.

The man stretched, and suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a young girl standing not far away, and her face could not be seen clearly from a distance.

The man didn't want to be nosy, but from afar, he could feel the emotions coming from the other party - sadness, helplessness, and misanthropy.

After hesitating, the man walked over with a step.

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Three years later.

The largest garbage dump in City A is located north of the northern suburbs, where a large amount of municipal waste is transported every day, and then sorted, destroyed or reused.

As a result, there are many waste pickers gathered here.

Lao Wang is one of them, he has no children and no other relatives, and because of his advanced age, he is unable to go out to work, so he can only rely on picking up garbage for a living.

This afternoon, he's here again, rummaging through the garbage heap to see if he's going to find something that works.

In the hot summer, the smell of the large garbage dump is extremely pungent, and if it weren't for the fact that Lao Wang was used to this kind of life, he would not be able to stand it at this time.

Suddenly, he was caught by a black garbage bag, the mouth of which was tightly tied, but after several transportations, the bag body was cut open and the contents fell out.

Lao Wang walked over and opened the bag, and the contents were completely exposed.

He squinted his eyes and looked closer, only to suddenly fall backwards.

"Ah~ah~"

Lao Wang's face was frightened, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth let out a frightened cry, obviously seeing something extremely terrifying.

He fell on the garbage heap, ignoring the stinking garbage under him, and kept crawling backwards.

After a while, he regained some strength, stood up immediately, and staggered out with his inflexible old legs.

Behind him, in the black garbage bag, what was exposed, it was like a human hand cut off from the wrist, just stuck straight into the garbage crack, pointing vertically to the sky, in a huge garbage dump with no people, like a 'ghost hand' stretched out from hell.

It's just that at this time, this 'ghost hand' has begun to rot and grow maggots, and it is more disgusting than terrifying.