Just as they finished arranging the real body, they heard someone outside say, "I just saw the car move."
"Are you seeing things? How can dead people move? Are they coming back to life?"
"I must have misread it. I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had a good night's sleep."
Only Luo Shimiao and Gino understood what they were saying inside the car. Luo Shimiao grabbed her brother, who was trying to stretch, and whispered, "Don't make such a commotion, they'll see the car moving."
Luo Jianxing reduced the arc and rotated his arm: "I know."
She looked at Gino's bleeding arm, walked to the corner, and beckoned to him: "Come here, I'll sew up the other half."
Ma Cheng slapped his forehead, annoyed, and said, "I forgot to take the medicine."
Luo Shimiao took a bag out of her coat pocket containing medicine she had gotten from the pharmacy and some bandages, then handed it to him: "Here you go."
"Thank you," Liu Zhongzheng said sincerely, looking at her.
"We're all descendants of the dragon, no need to be so polite." She smiled as she pulled the needle out of Gino's flesh, then switched languages and said, "The needle was already stuck in there, why didn't you pull it out?"
He sat down, supporting his injured thigh, and said weakly, "I can't feel anything." He was numb.
In that instant, Luo Shimiao felt he had aged ten years, transforming from a fifty-year-old middle-aged man into a sixty-year-old grandfather.
I cleaned his wound and started stitching it up.
Ma Cheng glanced at it casually, then turned back to look, and exclaimed in surprise, "The sewing is so good! Did you study it?"
"I've done too much cross-stitch," she joked.
Just as the wound was being treated, the engine started making a "boom boom boom" sound.
The car took off from its spot, and the people inside the car fell backward, hitting the car wall.
"Clang"
The man driving the vehicle suddenly braked, and just as they regained their balance, they crashed into him again.
Li Man, held protectively in Luo Jianxing's arms, rolled her eyes: "Can't you even drive!"
The man in the driver's seat opened his eyes wide in terror, as did the people in the passenger seat and the back seat.
He turned to his colleagues and said, "You heard that too, didn't you?"
They both nodded blankly.
"Should we get out of the car and take a look?"
"Let it go. You started too fast, and the inertia caused the collision."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The car started extremely smoothly this time.
Luo Shimiao looked around and said, "Did we leave something behind?"
The six people looked at each other and said in unison, "Bag!"
Gu Nian: "They're all out now, with their guns on their backs. They just need some more bullets."
"I haven't even used my sniper rifle yet," Luo Shimiao said with a regretful expression.
Li Man's chest pocket contained everyone's identification documents: "It's always good to keep important things on your person."
Luo Jianxing also looked regretful: "My underwear was inside."
"You're even bringing your underwear, instead of your clothes. How much do you love them?"
“Manman, those are all carefully selected by me, each one is my treasure.”
Li Man shook her head and chuckled.
........
After driving for more than twenty minutes, the car came to a stop.
Immediately afterward, the car door opened, and the crematorium employee, upon seeing the scene inside, gasped in shock: "Ahhh!" and turned to run away.
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