Why don't you have a normal person on board?

"Don't you have a better thing to transport corpses here?" Looking at the wheelchair in front of him, Tong Qiu didn't know where to complain, "Do you have to use a wheelchair?"

The coroner spread his hands, "I only have this kind of thing here. If you want, you can carry this corpse on your back. I also have things to fix the corpse here."

"Forget it, then it will become "Death Stranding", and I don't want to be reported for plagiarism."

"What do you mean?"

"You're right if you don't understand."

Putting the corpse on the wheelchair, Tongqiu pushed the wheelchair out of the morgue, and at the same time turned around and asked, "By the way, you should have told that corpse stitcher, as long as you meet the person I'm looking for, protect her well." something?"

The coroner nodded, "Although I am the only dead person with self-awareness in this cemetery, they will still listen to me. You can go there boldly."

"What do you mean, you are the only dead person in this cemetery who has a sense of self?"

The masked coroner appears to be smiling.

"Because I'm the only one who voluntarily stays here, if you have anything else you want to know, just wait until you come back and talk about it, I still have my own work to do."

His grandma drops!The tire of the wheelchair almost caught fire!

Isn't this the dog licking king who hears sad and sees tears?

The dead man got up from the ground and silently listened to Tongqiu's lecture.

The last time I felt this way was when I was driving on the highway in a wheelchair. Although I didn't drive a few hundred meters, I was arrested by the police.

Wheelchair Drift!

But this is all for later.

This drift directly caused the dead man who needed to slow down in advance at the curve to be thrown away by a large distance. After the dead man turned the corner, Tongqiu had already stopped in place, waiting for its arrival.

Not in a hurry to talk to it, Tong Qiu first pushed the wheelchair to the gate, tried to push the door in front of him, but failed, there was an obvious force preventing him from opening the door.

The distance between them has always been kept at a certain number, but the cemetery is a cemetery after all, and there are tombstones as the division of the track, which makes it impossible for the two to compete in a straight line all the time.

This is the real speed and passion!
Feeling the gust of wind blowing against his face, Tongqiu hasn't felt so comfortable for a long time with this long-lost sense of speed.

Of course, the dead man who rang the bell would not respond to his words, but just squatted beside him silently, as if waiting for his prey to come to his door.

drift!

But anyway, it has to be sent to the dressing room, so it shouldn't matter if it gets dirty a little, right?

Tongqiu thought that some kind of secret was needed to open the door, so he said to the dead man ringing the bell next to him, "What a coincidence, you are here too? Shit? By the way, I want to ask you, why is the door locked?" ? Do you know how to open it? Or do you want me to break down the door violently?"

Who wouldn't refuel in a straight line?The corner is fast, it is really fast!

Continuing to ride the wheelchair, Tong Qiu came to the front of the dressing room, but at this time there was already an acquaintance standing at the door of the dressing room.

If a dead person gliding close to the ground had his own consciousness, he would probably look stupid. How could anyone ride a wheelchair and still play drifting?Are you really not afraid of the wheelchair falling apart?

"Oh?" Feeling the speed and wind speed, Tong Qiu turned around and saw a blurry figure following his speed.

You know, what level is the coroner?In this cemetery, the cremator, the corpse picker, and the corpse stitcher belong to the leader BOSS. If it falls into the hands of the coroner, it will only be the autopsy. If the coroner's subordinates are moved , and was found out by the coroner, the next corpse that the corpse picker will pick up is himself!
Therefore, the dead man who rattles the bell decisively and wisely chose to ignore him. As long as I am a coward, no one will be able to hurt me.

One second before approaching the curve, Tong Qiu decisively pressed the brake on one side of the wheelchair. One wheel kept trembling under the intense friction, as if it would fall apart in the next second, but the wheelchair held on. , did not fall apart in the high-intensity confrontation.

Following the soil slope in front of him, he started a nitrogen acceleration, and Tongqiu started his own cemetery racing in a wheelchair.

At this time, one sentence is very important.

Almost gliding on the ground next to the tombstone, Tongqiu used a wheelchair in real life to perform the operation that can accumulate nitrogen in the QQ speed car.

One person and one corpse were seen, one person was sitting in a wheelchair, and the other was sliding close to the ground, the speed was as fast as a beam of light in a winter night.

"The wind speed is normal, the slope is normal, and the field of vision is normal." Tong Qiuxu narrowed his eyes and made a simple evaluation of the road conditions in front of him, "Very good, AE86, ready to go!"

Although there is no tombstone on Tongqiu's back now, the work badge that exudes a strong corpse smell really calms him down, making him dare not act rashly.

Presumably after today, there will be another rising downhill star in the cemetery.

Then, he sat up.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dead man gliding on the ground!

Sitting in a wheelchair, racing on other people's graves in a cemetery with no speed limit.

"You lost," Tong Qiu condescendingly pronounced the dead man's defeat with a victor's attitude, "The reason for your failure is because you were too compromised and chose the safest way to deal with danger and opportunity, this is you The reason why you lost to me!"

There was a curve in front of him, Tongqiu glanced at the dead man sliding on the ground behind him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hoho, do you want to compete in speed with me?" Tong Qiu sneered, "I accept your challenge!"

What is racing on someone else's grave?

Only at this time did Tong Qiu, who was in a wheelchair, realize that the surface of the corpse was already covered in mud due to the drifting behavior just now.

Watching the coroner close the door of the morgue with his backhand, Tongqiu imitated the villagers of MC and uttered a nasal voice, "Mmm~~~↑".

"Don't say a word, it's so cold," Tong Qiu walked around the dressing room, except for those pictures whose aesthetics is questionable, I can't see anything strange, "This is really a dressing room Is it? I asked you something, so I should answer it anyway.”

He then removed the body from the wheelchair and strapped it to the back half of the wheelchair.

The door couldn't be opened, and the only dead person didn't respond to his words, Tong Qiu stroked his chin and thought for a while, raised his head to look at the top of the dressing room, and tilted his head, as if thinking about something.

A bold idea emerged from his mind.

"You, help me." Tongqiu kicked the dead rattle squatting by the wall, as if he was kicking a wild dog on the street, and then he carried the body that had been autopsyed and stepped on the rattle. The dead man's head climbed directly to the roof of the dressing room.

Immediately afterwards, a void was found at the top of the powder room.

Throwing the corpse directly into it...