Till death let us meet

The sky was a bit gray, and rain clouds that were so black and thick and thin were piled up together, staggering to the point of falling.

A dilapidated van full of mottled scratches, barely visible pale gold, parked beside the green belt of the old community.

The old doorman, who was so old that his teeth were about to fall out, poked his head suspiciously.

"No foreign vehicles are allowed here." The old man shouted hoarsely, and coughed violently several times after shouting.

Shen Feng was really afraid that he would not be able to get up in the next breath.

"Master, it's Shen Yuejin's house in Building [-], [-], please let us clean it."

Shen Feng pushed open the car door, got out of the car, and handed the doorman a cigarette.

He was tall and tall, wearing a dark gray overalls, with neat hair, a rather stern face, a bit fierce eyes, but he spoke politely, he didn't look like an ordinary manual worker.

The old man took the cigarette, still a little puzzled.

Shen Feng ordered it for him, he took a deep breath, and coughed again.

"Master, slow down, don't scare me." Shen Feng quickly stretched out his big hand to pat the old man on the back.

The old man let out a sigh of relief and shook his head: "Go in, Shen Yuejin is miserable, alas!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Shen Feng, waved his hand, and let him in.

Shen Feng started the car, hooray, entered the door, passed a curve that looked like an S-curve for a driving school exam, and arrived at the fourth building.

After parking the car, the fat man sitting next to Shen Feng shook his head and touched his lips. It was obvious that he was addicted to cigarettes again.

"Brother Shen, here's one." The fat man who was also wearing overalls made a shy face and gestured with Er.

"Smoking is not allowed at work." Shen Feng held down his fat hand that was about to hold a cigarette.

"Got it, got it." The fat man resentfully said.

"How many are today?"

"two."

"How long?"

"One month."

"Tsk...it's the fourth time this month."

"Well, more than last month."

"Let's go, start working!"

The fat man flirted with his hair, which was almost upturned, and picked up the equipment.

Beep, a huge drop of water landed on the tip of his nose.

"Grass!" The fat man jumped out of the car and rushed all the way to the interior of the old building.

As soon as he stepped in with his front foot, there was a splash, and the heavy rain was pouring down behind him.

"The third floor." Shen Feng, who ran faster than him, had already reached the second floor, and stood beside the handrail at the corner to remind him.

In fact, Shen Feng didn't need to say it, Fatty already knew that the familiar but never used corpse smell had already floated down from upstairs, attacking his nostrils like a linear pattern.

"One month..." The fat man's face was twisted, and he rubbed his face twice fiercely, trying to cheer himself up, muttering in his mouth, "I'll die alone... I will die in the future." can not be like this…"

I thought I could work quietly, but who knew that the old-fashioned corridors were surrounded by residents who looked like neighbors.

Don't they stink?The fat man already felt a little uncomfortable from the smoke, and he shuddered when he thought about the corpse that had been placed for a month.

"Although it's been a month, in fact only one is a month old, and the other one lived for an extra week, so it's less than a month..." A thin monkey-like man looked disgusted, but he still spoke eloquently.

The fat man glanced, it turned out that he was an acquaintance, brother Zhuang who worked in the funeral home, he was obviously as thin as a monkey spirit, what is his name brother Zhuang.

Neighbors around him were chirping and quacking, and there was a young man talking around him.

"The smell is so unbearable that the child keeps crying and doesn't even eat milk!"

"I have nightmares every day, why come so late?"

"Can you get rid of it all, the smell! This is the rhythm that forces people to move!"

"It's been a month, and the son hasn't contacted his parents. What's the difference between having a son and not having a son!"

The young man lowered his head and kept repeating sorry, sorry and other apologies. He was thin, and the jeans on his legs seemed to fly up in a gust of wind.

"It's too much..." The fat man whispered to Shen Feng quietly, stealing glances at his expression.

Shen Feng stood aside without saying a word, nor showed any expression.

Brother Zhuang next to him covered his nose, but couldn't help running to the two of them to gossip.

"Over there is my son, the only son of an old couple. He works out of town. He was urged by neighbors. The property called the police before contacting him. Before the police opened the door, he said he must be dead. The forensic doctor walked around and said it was a natural death. Let yourself solve it. This kid opened the door, almost scared to death, and couldn't get up." Brother Zhuang's dark and thin face showed a contradictory expression of disgust and interest, and he raised a finger and stretched it to the side A pile of vomit in the corner.

"How did the two old people die together?" The fat man became curious.

The previous lonely deaths were all because of living alone, so no one has discovered it.

"The old lady has dementia, and she was taken care of by the old man. The old man died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and the body was just left there. The old lady couldn't take care of herself, so she just starved to death." Brother Zhuang muttered, looking at his watch pretendingly. , the watch is brand new and shiny.

"It's a good watch." The fat man complimented him.

"That's right, it's a gift from my wife. It's a foreign product, and it's not cheap!" Brother Zhuang seemed to hope that the fat man could ask him the price, but the fat man was not very interested in watches, so he stopped the topic.

"I've got something to do here, I'll leave it to you!" Brother Zhuang resentfully stopped, and then hurriedly left, holding his nose.

The fat man saw Shen Feng talking to that skinny young man.He also walked over, he was the one who came to estimate yesterday, and later the estimate was given to Brother Zhuang and passed on to the client.

It should be this young man.

"Mr. Shen, please sign the power of attorney at the lower right corner." He heard Shen Feng say to the young man kindly.

The thin young man raised his head, his skin was fair, and on the bridge of his nose was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses that looked huge compared to his face. His red eyes, which were probably from crying, were swollen like two red plums, and his chin was so thin. Almost nervous, sniffling and choking.

"No, no pen..." He took the power of attorney and the estimate with trembling hands, then took off his big glasses, and vigorously wiped his red and swollen eyes with his rough sleeves.He probably didn't have Yu Yun to carefully examine the content.

The fat man remembered that he seemed to have a pen in his pocket, which was used to record the odds of winning today. He took out the pen and handed it to the young man.

"Thank you..." The young man mumbled his thanks and signed the power of attorney trembling crookedly.

"Excuse me, do you need to enter the room together, because there may be more important belongings, jewelry and other valuables..." Before Shen Feng finished speaking, the other party covered his mouth with an expression that was about to collapse and asked Run to the side.

"Ouch...vomit..." The young man couldn't vomit anything anymore, all he vomited was almost transparent acid water.

Shen Feng felt that there was no need to ask in such a situation, so he asked the fat man to put on a protective mask and gloves.

The young man tremblingly handed the key to Shen Feng.

As soon as the door was opened, an extremely strong pungent smell came over the face, but what was even more frightening was the flies like black clouds.The thickness and the strength of the impact all show how cruel the scene is inside.The viscous black-yellow liquid was covered with crawling maggots.

The place under his feet was full of maggots. When the fat man stepped on it, his feet were soft and slippery, and he made a terrible sound of gurgling that made the ears numb.

"Insecticide!" The fat man closed the door with a bang, and shouted at Shen Feng.

Shen Feng took out two large cans of insecticide from the equipment, then put on work clothes like protective clothing, opened the rusted iron door for the second time, and then closed it heavily.

None of the neighbors who were watching the excitement at the door were left, only the young man was left with a pale face and hurriedly hid in a corner.

The scene inside the house was even crueler than Shen Feng had imagined. The two-bedroom, one-living room had been completely reduced to a paradise for fly maggots.Fat maggots twisted their bodies and turned around in various places in the room.

The maggots crawled and made a rustling sound, which made both of them feel their scalps go numb, and they stood still for a while before recovering.

Shen Feng and Fatty met their eyes, and they arranged that Fatty would clean the living room, and Shen Feng would clean the interior of the room.

The living room is only intermittently piled with meat maggots, and the flies flying all over the sky are even more disgusting.The white walls seemed to be stained with layers of stains, and one wall in the living room had a sticker measuring height that had turned up.

In the kitchen opposite, unwashed dishes and chopsticks were piled up in the sink, and the old man picked up plastic bottles and cans.The rice cooker on the cupboard was open, and it was also full of maggots.

With a straight face, Shen Feng tried his best not to step on the maggots. He walked to a room near the back, and the dilapidated wooden door was wide open.More flies flew out of this room, and this should be the room where the old couple died.

The floor in the room was covered with a wooden floor, and a pool of dark black mixed with red and yellow pus-like liquid seeped into the floor and solidified into a mud-like solid.The liquid carved a humanoid print on the floor.The husband who suffered a cerebral hemorrhage should have fallen here.

Next to it was a wheelchair that was also covered in black and red mucus. Even the wheels of the wheelchair were covered with wriggling maggots.His wife suffering from Alzheimer's should have died in this wheelchair.When he thought of how she would sit like this next to the dead person until she starved to death, even Shen Feng's brain began to become dull.

It's so miserable... Even though he has seen countless death scenes, as soon as he thinks of the other party starving to death next to the corpse, Shen Feng feels his heart tightened.Quietly, in a place that no one knows, a heartbreaking tragedy is staged.

No one knows, no one cares, people come and go on the other side of the door.Here is hell on earth.Shen Feng bit his lips tightly, and turned on the spray switch of the powerful insecticide.This is an insecticide formulated by specialized personnel, and even the container is specially customized to spray on a larger area.

The linear spray began to spray on the meat maggots and flies. These horrible creatures that ate carrion gradually lost their vitality, and the terrible rustling sound when they squirmed gradually disappeared.

Shen Feng exited the room, closed the door, and the fat man in the living room also completed the task of spraying.Neither of them said a word, they exited the door of the house in silence, and waited at the door for the effect of the medicine inside to spread.