The corpse dog looked down, sniffed, sniffed.

It also smelled on the two iron rods that had been erected, but the smell was very light, as if the owner had dried his clothes here, but then for some reason the two poles that could get the sun were robbed, so his breath was almost covered by some other smell; It also smelled in a few foam boxes filled with dirt, and the smell was also very faint, as if the owner had planted beautiful purple wildflowers in them, but then he was not allowed to go upstairs, so the flowers inside all died.

It seems that there are traces of the owner everywhere, but the owner is no longer here.

The corpse dog continued to sniff, sniff, and suddenly turned its head warily.

The elevator door on the rooftop opened silently.

The sand technician walked out of it scolding: "Grass, what is the broken elevator?" I'm going to the 61st floor, what is it stopping for? ”

He grumbled as he kicked the foam box with dead plants at his feet.

"It's dirty, what's that?" He cursed.

And at this moment, the sand technician suddenly heard a slight movement, like the whimper of some animal.

He looked up and saw it.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing an inky night sky.

The moonlight fell and fell on the body of the corpse dog.

Its bones were as white as snow in the moonlight, and its sharp teeth and claws were as cold as frost.

This is...... What is it?

The sand technician shook his head for a moment before he could see the full picture of the corpse dog.

"What? A bone shelf? The sand technician muttered dissatisfiedly, ", who threw this taxidermy here?" It scared me. ”

With an annoyed look on his face, he stepped forward, reaching out to grab the "specimen" and trying to smash it to pieces.

In the process, the sand technician habitually stretched out his right hand, the same hand that had just picked up the corpse dog and threw it down, stained with rotting corpse fluid.

But he was only halfway through his movements, and then he suddenly stopped.

He looked at his right hand in horror.

The skin of the arm was rolling, the flesh was black, and the foul-smelling pus was dripping to the ground, and even the flesh on the palm of the hand had melted away at some point, revealing Sensen's white bones.

Is that...... His hands?

The Sand Technician's brain, controlled by Pink Dreams, stalled.

He subconsciously flicked his wrist hard, trying to throw the terrifying arm out.

He did it.

With a vigorous shake of his hand, the entire rotting arm fell to the ground with a thud from under his elbow.

But until now, he didn't feel any pain.

And when the sand technician looked fixedly, he found something even more terrifying.

The signs of corruption were not only on his forearms, but had already spread along his arms, to his shoulders, to his chest, to his body and face.

"No ......"

His whole body was rotting.

The foul smell he smelled along the way was not because he grabbed a slippery dog and then picked it on his hands.

Rather, it came out of himself.

"No, no, no......"

The Sand Technician staggered forward, but as soon as he took a step, his left calf snapped.

So he fell uncontrollably to the ground.

It still doesn't hurt.

But the sand technician suddenly realized one thing - his life had entered the countdown.

Why is this happening?

Why?

He just killed a dog......

Dog?

The sand technician reluctantly raised his head, and from his blurred vision, he looked at the canine "specimen" not far away.

It seemed to hear him fall suddenly, so it turned around and glanced at him.

It is not a specimen.

It is a living creature.

It came to avenge the dead dog.

The sand technician suddenly realized this.

"No...... No...... Please, please......"

The last desire to survive prompted him to pull the ground with his mutilated hands and feet, and struggled to crawl towards the corpse dog.

He began to cry, began to beg for mercy, began to give in.

Seems to have completely forgotten about his hatred of canines, as well as his disdain for the vulnerable.

Desperate and hopeful, he reached out to the corpse dog.

"Please, let me go......" he whimpered in a already melted voice, "I was wrong, I knew I was wrong......

"I will surrender to you...... I would ......."

Click.

The flesh on the sand technician's neck finally rotted, and the disconnected head fell to the ground.

[Corpse Poison]: You are cursed by death, so your body is covered with poison. Those who come into contact with you will be infected with corpse poison until their flesh is corrupted and they die.

The last time the Sand Technician came into contact with the corpse dog, he came into contact with the rotting corpse fluid, and as a result, he became infected with corpse poison.

And he himself did not know it, and he went to death in ignorance.

To this day, his speechless mouth is still open and closed, and he still seems to be trying to beg for forgiveness.

But the corpse dog did not hear his cries.

It was so focused on tracking and reminiscing about its years with its master that it didn't even notice when the sand technician came up.

When he was disturbed by the movement made by the other party, the once invincible sand technician had already scattered on the ground, rotting into a lump of stinky mud.

The corpse dog was even startled and took a step back.

It still doesn't quite understand what happened to itself, or why the Sand Technician suddenly became the way he was.

But it knew that the other party was no longer a threat.

And all this seems to be related to itself.

It doesn't matter, though......

It's going to go on looking for its owner.

The corpse dog jumped up slightly, stepped on the head of the sand technician rolling to his feet, and walked in the other direction.

It's like stepping over an insignificant worm.

……

The corpse dog arrives in the public bathroom downstairs in the dormitory.

This is the penultimate place that the corpse bearer visited before he died. He took a hot shower there.

In fact, he hadn't been here in a long time.

Colleagues in the same group as the corpse carrier thought he was slow and inefficient, and always bullied him on various occasions.

And the bathroom was a great occasion for that. Here, everyone took off their clothes and met each other frankly, no matter how hard they put their hands, they would not be caught by the peacock for evidence.

Therefore, most of the time, the corpse bearer did not dare to come, so he could only wipe his body with cold water outside. Only this time, he wanted to die a decent death, so he took a bath with other people's fists and feet.

When the corpse dog entered the bathroom, it was early in the morning, and there were not many people inside, only the sporadic sound of water.

A sturdy man seemed to have just come back from a morning run and was taking a shower there.

The corpse dog recognized him as the strongest "team leader" in the corpse carrier's group, strong enough to lift a corpse with one hand. It takes an ordinary person a minute to carry a corpse onto a corpse truck, but it only takes him a second. So he has always looked down on the old and frail corpse carriers.

When he saw the corpse dog through the steam, he let out an exclamation, "What is this?" ”

Then the next second, he suddenly held his head and screamed, rolling on the bathroom floor full of water trails.

[Evil Thoughts]: In front of you, people with evil thoughts will be devoured by their evil thoughts and become monsters controlled by evil thoughts.

But the corpse dog didn't look at him the same.

It simply looked around and confirmed one thing.

- The host is not here

The figure of the corpse dog disappeared.

(End of chapter)