After raising their own terrifying conjectures, both of them remained tacitly silent.
After a long time, Ning Qiushui slowly said to Fang Shan:
"You know I'm dead, right?"
Fang Shan looked out of the car window, his eyes lost.
"Um."
"In our line of work, we are born with a sensitive sense of smell."
Ning Qiushui tilted her head, a little surprised:
"Are you also a corpse stitcher?"
Fang Shan breathed out:
"Yes."
"My master and I are both corpse stitchers."
Ning Qiushui frowned and stepped on the brakes to stop on the sidewalk in front of the red light.
A group of people passed by.
"The town at dusk doesn't seem to need a corpse stitcher. The families here are happy and the people are simple."
Fang Shan also stared at the red light ahead, his eyes a little lost, as if he was recalling something.
"But the Stitcher needs Twilight Town."
There was a mocking tone in his tone.
The green light turned on and Ning Qiushui stepped on the accelerator.
"A corpse stitcher named Mr. Chen put his heart into my body. That heart will eat other hearts to keep itself alive."
These words were like a bomb that suddenly exploded, ringing in the ears of Fang Shan next to him.
He turned to stare at Ning Qiushui, his eyes flickering.
"you sure?"
Ning Qiushui continued:
"It's in my chest right now and I've fed it a heart and heard it chewing."
"Scary, right?"
"There is a monster living in your chest."
Fang Shan was silent for a moment and immediately said:
"Go to where I live and I can take it out for you."
Ning Qiushui:
"not the right time yet."
"This corpse stitcher is just a smoke bomb, and there is a 'man behind the scenes' behind it."
Fang Shan's eyebrows slowly moved toward the middle.
"How to say?"
Ning Qiushui explained:
"I will tell you in chronological order what the corpse stitcher 'Old Chen' has done, and you will understand."
"Three days ago, he found the 'murderers' and asked them to help him kill seventeen people."
"Then he dug out the hearts of sixteen of the corpses and looked for a suitable 'pot' to preserve his heart, but he did not find it. He found that the 'pot' that was most suitable for his heart had disappeared."
"He did not take away the hearts, but was anxious to track down the seventeenth body that disappeared."
"However, in the end, 'Old Chen' didn't find it. He only got the corpses of other deceased people, and reluctantly selected a 'rotten pot' among them, which was me, to temporarily keep his heart from rotting."
"Before he put the heart into my chest, he warned me never to dig out the heart of a living person with my own hands. I can only use the heart that has been dug out and has not rotted to continue my life."
"Now that the matter is here, I want to confirm something with you..."
Ning Qiushui parked the car on the side of the road.
Light rain has begun to fall in the sky, the car windows have become hazy, and the wipers can only be cleaned over and over again.
Fang Shan seemed to know what Ning Qiushui wanted to ask.
"I can tell you with certainty that a dead person is a dead person. There is no way to carve out his own heart and then escape from the scene."
Ning Qiushui also lit a cigarette for herself, rolled down the window, and felt the rain and fog blowing in her face.
"So I took it for granted... but that's normal. I got too little information before, so I guess there will always be problems with the details."
"If the seventeenth corpse hadn't escaped on its own, then someone would have taken it away one step ahead, and this is the crux of the problem."
Hearing this, Fang Shan was thoughtful.
"People are killed at night. From the time when the 'murderer' leaves after killing the person to when 'Old Chen' passes by, the time interval must not be too long. Anyone who can accurately move the body at this time... must know the plan in advance. !”
He muttered to himself, and the fingers holding the cigarette began to tremble.
Ning Qiushui continued to add:
"Perhaps some of my imaginary details will be wrong, but a person who wants to survive will not make mistakes in his logic."
"'Mr. Chen' must not have expected that the seventeenth corpse would suddenly disappear, otherwise he would not have kept those living hearts in the hospital."
"He was used as a pawn."
"And what's even more frightening is that even if he knows this, he still has no choice but to compromise in order to survive and choose to continue to play the final act for the 'man behind the scenes'."
"When the chess piece 'Old Chen' triggered a series of chain reactions, the police, the murderer, the evil ghost who came back for revenge, and the living dead with a rotten heart started biting each other..."
Ning Qiushui stopped talking when she reached this point.
He knew he didn't have to say any more.
The night wind and rain blew into the car. Fang Shan suddenly felt very cold. He hurriedly threw the cigarette butt outside and closed the window. There were already goose bumps on his arms.
"I really shouldn't be riding in your car tonight, it's so cold."
He complained.
Ning Qiushui didn't care. He couldn't feel the heat or cold at all. He put one hand outside the car window and looked into the depths of the rain and fog.
"There's one more thing I don't quite understand."
"you say."
"'Sun Falcon' stole several corpses with their hearts dug out. Those corpses should not have been burned, but taken away by him. What use does he have for these corpses?"
Fang Shan, who was about to tuck his clothes into his pants, suddenly froze when he heard this.
"He took away the body without a heart?"
"Yes, from the time I first left the crematorium to the time I turned back, it was impossible for him to burn all the remaining corpses, at most two more. But when I went back, the fire in the furnace had already It's almost out, which means, for at least ten minutes, he's not burning anything at all."
Hearing this, Fang Shan's face suddenly turned ugly.
