【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Anthony walked out of the train station with his suitcase, and the sleet and cold wind hit him in the face, making him shrink his neck and shiver.

Near the station after Christmas, there are very few empty rooms in the hotel. Anthony asked four to find the right one, and it was expensive. He frowned and left his name and phone number.

It wasn't early, Anthony put his luggage, walked out with his room card and wallet.

He stood at the taxi stand for two minutes before getting there, opened the door and gave the name of the place. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, a little surprised, but didn't say anything.

There is not a lot of traffic on the road, in fact, they are getting further and further off. Finally, the driver parked the car in front of a crowded alley. Anthony paid to get out of the car and heard the taxi quickly start and leave.

It's crowded, and it's not the same as the city centre or the red light district. There weren't many cars parked here, just dirty pickups or dusty vans that drove slowly through the crowds on both sides of the street.

There happened to be one, and it slowly stopped, and immediately a girl caught up with it, took the cigarette from her mouth with her right hand, put her left hand on the window, and whispered to the driver. It was clear that they had agreed, as she did not hesitate to pull open the door and sit in the passenger seat.

Anthony tucked his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, put on his hat, and walked slowly inside, careful to avoid the homeless and addicts who were dozing off under the eaves. He was neatly dressed and quickly attracted the attention of the prostitutes.

A girl walked towards him, a little African descent, with a beautiful light coffee skin, trying to inhale and lift her chest and shoulders and buttocks, looking amorous. Anthony saw that the collar of the jacket she was wearing and the collar of the sweater underneath had been pulled down, revealing a bit of black shoulder straps and cleavage.

But she's actually quite young. Anthony looked at her face, she shouldn't be much older than Fanny, she was still a child. I don't know if it's forced by life, or if I ran away from home at a young age and became addicted to drugs.

"guy......

Anthony shook his head slightly, passing by her.

The girl turned to look at his back in disappointment, and her companion comforted her: "It's a pity, this kind of serious-looking person is not necessarily generous, and this kind of person generally has some unpleasant habits, which is not comfortable." "

Anthony passed by an extinguished street lamp and accidentally kicked an empty can, scaring off a stray cat.

He walked into a residential building, and even at night, he could see that its bricks and skin were falling badly, and the bare cement was dark gray in the street lights in the distance. He turned on his phone's flashlight and went upstairs.

He had only climbed one floor when he heard the sound of hurried downstairs. Ten seconds later, he and a not-so-young prostitute looked at each other.

The woman looked at him warily, and Anthony understood that the women here always remembered their neighbors in their units, just to be safe.

He leaned against the wall and went up, and she asked, "Who are you looking for, sir?"

and Anthony paused and said mildly, "I used to live here, come back and see." The

woman looked him up and down and asked suspiciously, "Where did you live before?"

Anthony noticed that the woman was nervous, presumably on the fifth floor. But a prostitute who lives alone or shares a house should not be so nervous about having someone near the dwelling. Unless....

Anthony remembered Mary, and she was determined not to allow herself to see her clients. Come to think of it, it should be that she has children and is at home. He then stood still and did not go any further.

"Maybe I'm on the wrong track. Is

this the sixth building?" "No, sir, this is the fourth building. If you want to go to the sixth building, you should go another street.

Anthony nodded at her, "I haven't been back for too long, I can't remember the place, sorry." With that, he turned and walked down. There had been silence behind him, and the woman was watching him vigilantly.

He walked straight out of the small building, clasped his hands, and continued to walk down the alleyway. After walking for a while, he stopped again, turned around, looked up, and saw that the headlights had been turned on in an apartment on the fifth floor. It used to be a little light, and it was supposed to be a night light for sleeping children.

Anthony didn't stop long, turned around and walked out slowly. A black man takes a prostitute by the shoulders and passes him. To avoid them, Anthony accidentally stepped on a dirty puddle. He frowned.

In fact, the prostitutes here are usually based in their own small apartments, and the better conditions take their guests to small hotels to open rooms. While you may earn more money by picking up the windows of your car on the street, it's not as safe to go home with someone else.

However, Anthony remembered that because she was at home, Maria never took guests home. Thinking about it, the woman just now had just let the child sleep, and she was ready to go out to pick up customers.

One of the street lamps was broken, and Anthony cut through the darkness and noticed a man squatting there. It should be a strip, Anthony's instinct said. So he walked away quickly.

Soon he walked out of the alleyway, and the air was much brighter and fresher. He didn't stop long, looked left and right, and saw a taxi stand diagonally opposite, so he walked to the crosswalk on the right.

There are not many private cars coming and going, and there are no taxis, because there is really no business. Anthony stood for more than ten minutes without waiting for the car, and planned to take a taxi on foot to the busy street, and after taking two steps, he saw the woman wandering on the opposite sidewalk.

On a cold day, she wore a shiny leather coat and boots, and ripped off the neckline of the leather jacket to boldly reveal the lace underwear inside. She didn't notice him because a pickup truck had stopped in front of her. When the car started again, there was no one on the opposite street.

Anthony watched the cart turn around the corner and noticed that each piece of glass had window film on it, so he couldn't see inside. He didn't pay attention to it, and walked forward with his hands in his hands.

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Forest Hills Cemetery in Kansas, the most affordable cemetery Anthony could find. Of course, it was pitch black now, but that didn't bother Anthony, and he found a secluded corner and turned it over.

He landed as quietly as he could in the dead branches and snow, but as soon as he stood still, he saw a figure near a tombstone on the edge. The other party seemed to notice him as well, put down the shovel, straightened up, and seemed to turn his head.

Anthony knew that some tombs would contain the jewelry of the deceased, and if he was a little perverted, he would steal not the jewelry but the corpse.

He thought about how to explain it, or he would just claim to be a companion, but when he squinted, he saw a large black bag at the man's feet, which was vaguely visible to be in the shape of a long strip.

Ah, it's the one who buried.

Anthony was terrified, and although he could handle it, there was no need to tarnish his reputation. So he quickly turned around, jumped on the spot, and jumped out of the fence. As he flipped over, he heard the sound of shovels hitting the masonry, which was very close to him.

He landed on the ground outside the fence, where there was still no light or surveillance. So he began to run wildly, all the way to the brightly lit main road around the city, as if a ghost was chasing him.

As he ran, Anthony thought: "It's quite clever to come to the cemetery to bury the body, and if the caretaker is negligent, he will think that this is just a newly buried dead." And this kind of cheap cemetery, the caretaker is really lazy (at least more than ten years ago), and there are no tomb robbers at night, and there is little surveillance. And it is close to the main road around the city, and the transportation is convenient.

When he got to the main road, Anthony calmly looked around, and saw that there were many cars on the road, but there were no stops, and when he looked back, there was not a single ghost on the road, so he gasped, clutched his chest, and dialed 911.

"911? Thank goodness, I just saw a man trying to bury a corpse! This is the Forest Hill Cemetery! Just now, well, a few minutes ago, he was chasing me! Scared me to death! I? I'm in... It's a big road near the cemetery anyway, and I think I'm safe.

"I don't think he caught up with me, he should have escaped. I hope you will check the clues at the scene. Phew, Kansas is too unsafe. "