I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

Chapter 1 In the carriage, an old man who is reading a newspaper passes by.

The old man looked up at him, and when he realized that he was a blind man, he quickly stood up, "The seat is on your left, I'll help you to sit down."

The middle-aged man said, "Thank you."

Reach out to support the old man.

His palm was sticking to the old man's palm, the warm skin facing each other.

The old man froze for a moment.

He raised his hand unconsciously, and glanced at his palm quietly, but there was nothing there.

"Your palms are sweating a lot."

In order to cover up his actions just now, the old man said something casually.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No. I didn't sweat."

His face turned towards the old man, the edges of his closed eyelids seemed seared by fire.

A series of twisted flesh marks intertwined.

The old man was taken aback. He didn't feel anything at first, but now, for some reason, he was extremely terrified.

He helped the man to the seat and turned back to his position, holding the newspaper over his face, and after the newspaper the old man recalled the feeling of his palms, as if wet mucus had rolled on the skin.

He couldn't help but wiped it, and wiped it again.

At this time, he heard the middle-aged man say, "Recently, there has been a lot of excitement."

"Where do you mean?"

The man sat across from him, proudly raising his legs.

"Criminal aspects."

The old man thought for a while, "Well, Tokyo is a lively place."

"There are deaths happening every day."

"There's no change from day to day in terms of criminal investigation."

"But there is one piece of gossip in the police world."

"I heard that it was a high-ranking police official from the National Public Security Commission who was reported to have an improper relationship with other people besides his wife."

"That senior official is already 70 years old."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The old man shook his head.

The man changed legs impatiently, he raised his palm, and just about to open it, he clenched into a fist as if remembering something.The whole person looked childishly waving his fists like a child.

"No, no, it's the big news about criminal investigation."

"That kind of weird death case is not common even in Tokyo."

The old man asked: "Weird?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yeah, it looks like it is a case caused by the intervention of some abnormal factors. No matter what kind of clever police officer checks, there is no way to find the murderer."

"The victims died one by one."

"But it seems to be natural, without any loopholes."

The middle-aged man was very exaggerated, and his tone of voice was also suspicious. The old man suddenly remembered the subway poison gas incident in 95, and suspected that he was a mentally abnormal person.

He unconsciously dodged to the side.

Vague response: "There should be."

"However, I really don't pay much attention to this matter. After all, for the stability of Tokyo, the Metropolitan Police Department will only broadcast many weird cases on specific platforms."

The old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and said goodbye to the middle-aged man, "I'm so sorry. I'm going to get off at the next stop."

He didn't have time to wait for the middle-aged man to respond, and hurried to the door with the box beside him.

Behind him, the middle-aged man pouted, "What?"

"As if I were a terrible person."

He yelled, "Hey, am I scary?"

The old man stood at the exit, watching the middle-aged man quietly through the reflected light from the opening and closing door in front of him.

"No no."

"It's just that I'm really getting out of the car."

The middle-aged man laughed.

"But you're really right."

"I'm terrible."

He smiled slightly, "Let me see what you look like."

What is this nonsense.

So it's scary to pretend to be blind!

But this is because the door has been opened, and the old man can only get out of the car.

He stood on the platform and looked back, and was about to say something harshly.

But I saw the man in the subway raised his arms, with the backs of his hands facing inwards, sticking them to his eyes.

Two nimbly moving eyes were embedded in his palm.

The middle-aged man hooked his fingers together like a sea anemone, and the lips under his palm smiled, "I saw you."

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