What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

A bread truck was traveling on a rough mountain road.

The back seats had long been removed, leaving the room completely empty.

A huge black bag swayed back and forth in the carriage as the vehicle bumped along.

A humid and stuffy atmosphere blew in through the car window.

The fat man in the passenger seat finished his last sip of wine and casually tossed the bottle out the window.

The bottle fell into the brambles without making a loud noise.

He reached for two cigarettes on the dashboard, lit them, and casually put one into the mouth of the skinny man in the driver's seat.

As the two men puffed on their cigarettes, the car drove to the very end of the mountain road where it could go no further.

"Smack."

He slammed the door shut, and the fat man in the passenger seat carried a black body bag into the depths of the dense forest.

The skinny man driving followed behind, carrying digging tools.

Neither of them uttered a single word, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time they'd cleaned up a corpse.

Scoops of dirt were thrown out of the pit, and the skinny man digging wiped his sweat and finally spoke his first words:

"Aba aba aba!"

"Okay, okay, you're annoyed that I always let you dig holes for you, aren't you?"

The fat man squatted beside the pit, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His headlamp shone on the bottom of the pit, the light obscuring his face.

"Who told you to be so thin? If I were digging, I wouldn't be able to get out of the hole after I finished digging it."

The skinny man, leaning on his tools, sighed and gestured as if he were smoking.

"I'll smoke later, we're almost done digging, keep it up." The fat man waved his hand, puffing away at his cigarette.

"Aba aba aba..."

The skinny guy got upset and kept babbling.

"Okay, okay, let's rest for a bit!"

The fat man understood. He looked to the side and saw no one else in the dark forest. He decided to rest for a while.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and took out a cigarette.

But when I touched it, there wasn't a single one left.

He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly at the skinny man. "Just bad luck, I'm out of cigarettes."

The spotlight shone on the skinny man's face. He frowned, muttering and cursing under his breath.

"Alright, the cigarettes are in the car. You can smoke them after you finish work."

After pausing for a while, the skinny guy had no choice but to give the fat guy the middle finger. After resting for a bit, he picked up his tools again and started digging.

Another hour passed, and after several breaks, they finally dug a pit that was almost two meters deep.

The skinny man was drenched in sweat from exhaustion and was clearly somewhat drained.

The fat man finally reached out and pulled the skinny man out.

The skinny man sat on the ground, panting, pointed at the ground, and then lay down sprawled out.

"Alright, alright, you dig the hole, I'll bury the person."

The fat man understood, bent down, grabbed the body bag from the ground, and dragged it into the pit.

The body bag scraped against the ground, rustling the leaves and branches.

The fat man threw the body bag on the edge of the pit, muttering to himself.

The skinny guy came lying in the grass. His mouth was damaged, but his ears were fine. He knew that the fat guy was chanting those sutras for salvation that he had learned from who-knows-where again.

He mumbled a few words.

However, the fat man ignored him, and after repeating it to himself a few times, he stopped chanting.

There was a loud thud.

The body bag rolled into the pit.

The skinny man held a headlamp in his hand, the beam of light weaving through the branches and leaves of the dense forest.

After resting for a while, seeing that the fat man still hadn't made any moves, he muttered "Aba aba" under his breath.

I thought to myself, "He's just being lazy. Hurry up and finish this, I'm getting hungry."

"Aba aba aba..."

With no movement from the side, the skinny man sat up in frustration, about to curse, when he noticed that the fat man in front of the pit had disappeared.

He shone the spotlight around him and cursed under his breath again.

Why didn't he tell me he was looking for a place to use the restroom? He's always slacking off. No matter what, I can't split this deal with him.

All they do is bully me, their good laborer, all day long.

However, resentment in one's heart is still just resentment in one's heart.

The skinny guy still had professional ethics. He stood by and stammered for a while, but when the fat guy didn't respond, he had no choice but to do the burying himself.

He turned the spotlight back on, adjusted the light source to spread it out, and walked towards the pit.

Pick up the tools on the ground, shovel up the soil, and throw it into the pit.

After throwing several shovelfuls, at a certain moment when the spotlight shone into the pit, he suddenly froze.

Did I see it wrong?

He stopped using his tools and rubbed his eyes.

Did the body bag move just now?

It shouldn't be that. It must have been the dirt I threw down that hit the body bag and caused the undulations.

He scratched his head and threw another shovelful of dirt down.

But this time he saw it clearly; the body bag did indeed move slightly.

The skinny man shuddered, scratched his head, and adjusted the spotlight beam back to a focused state.

A vertical beam of light followed his gaze and struck the bottom of the pit.

The body bag, covered in damp clods of earth, suddenly twitched under the beam of light.

The person isn't dead?

This was the only thought that popped into the skinny guy's head.

But then a second idea popped into my head.

If a person isn't dead, would you still bury them yourself?

After thinking for a while, he looked around again. He wondered where that fatso had gone to take a dump. He was such a lazy bum.

He'll discuss it with the fat guy now.

If the person isn't dead, he should call Boss Hui and ask what to do!

But after looking around, I couldn't find the fat man anywhere.

That guy is crazy!

Why run so far to poop?

Really.

The skinny man circled the pit several times, and he wasn't mistaken about the undulations on the body bag.

Although the fluctuations weren't significant, the sound definitely emanated from within.

Forget it, let's not wait for Fatty. He's unreliable. I'm going to take the lion's share of this deal no matter what.

He thought for a moment, threw down his tools, and jumped back into the pit. He needed to determine his current state.

I stepped on the body bag, my feet sinking into the deep water.

The skinny man crouched down, shining the spotlight on the body bag. After a few seconds, the undulations stopped.

He paused for a few seconds, but decided to open it anyway.

Unzip the body bag, and in the dim light, a body tightly wrapped in a white sheet is revealed.

After the zipper was unzipped, the body shuddered violently.

The skinny man reached into the bag and slowly unwrapped the waterproof cloth covering the corpse, but it was wrapped very tightly and was not easy to handle.

He reached into the body bag, lifted the corpse, and cursed under his breath.

Damn, why is it so heavy? It wasn't this heavy when I was cleaning up this woman's body.

Although he was cursing, he didn't stop moving, and then peeled back the layers of the wrapped tablecloth.

When the last layer was unfolded, revealing the corpse inside, the skinny man suddenly froze.

The body bag wasn't even filled with women.

It's a fat guy!

At this moment, the fat man twitched from time to time, his face was ashen, as if he were being entangled by something, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

What the hell is going on?

Is it haunted?

The skinny man was so frightened that he sat up abruptly from the ground, his chest heaving and mumbling incoherently.

A few seconds later, hearing and vision returned, and he saw that not far away, the fat man was throwing dirt into the pit one shovelful at a time, humming something under his breath.

How did you fall asleep?