Chapter 90: The Skinny Guy and the Fat Guy

Nothing else—just a suitcase, the kind with wheels, the kind that could slide forward even when lying flat.

A large suitcase.

Luckily, it was full of clothes, along with some food—instant noodles, potato chips, and the like. At least there was something to eat.

"Hey, buddy, is this yours?"

I climbed onto the suitcase and looked at the corpse on top. It swayed naturally in the breeze, but didn't answer me.

Of course... if it had answered, I'd have been the one scared to death.

This guy had been dead for at least two years. What would happen if he spoke now?

"Crack!"

Chapter 90: Skinny and Fatty

"Crack!"

The corpse jerked violently, and my heart lurched with it.

In such a narrow, utterly silent space, seeing a corpse suddenly twitch was enough to drive anyone mad.

I shone my flashlight on the corpse and stared at it, my hand on my pistol. I could feel my hair standing on end.

Then...

"Crack! Thump!"

With a sharp snap, the light fixture above broke. The dried-out corpse dropped to the floor with a thump, and my heart clenched.

"Jeez! That scared the life out of me."

Not being afraid of ghosts was all well and good to say, but I was only human. I didn't really believe in them, but this was still terrifying enough. And it wasn't as if I could even stand up right now. Even if there were ghosts, I couldn't run...

MMP.

"Holy crap... buddy, you scared me half to death."

I let out a long breath and patted my chest. Only then did my heart settle down.

"Whew..."

I patted my chest, feeling my heart pounding wildly. My nerves were wound tight.

After watching him for a while longer and making sure he was definitely dead,