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The vigilant stared at him doubtfully. Although he has been in this industry for a long time, it is really rare to see someone like him.

"Ten years ago, I drove and killed a man." He spoke calmly and looked extremely tired.

At that time, I was scared and ran away. But for ten years, every morning, a body has appeared in the trunk of my car. Male, female, old, young... There are all kinds of corpses.

For the past ten years, every night, I have driven to the wasteland to bury my body.

No matter how many times I change cars and how many times I move houses, the bodies in the car will always appear on time every morning."

There was a sudden change in his tired face

"But this morning, the body that appeared in my trunk was actually my own. It looked like it was hanged, just like this."

He spit out his tongue, purple and black, and fell out of his mouth. Then, his eyes also bulged out.

In just a minute, the surrendered prisoner in front of him was already a corpse.