Chapter 118: The Thin Old Man in the Morgue

Abigail looked at the old man, ignored Pullan's gaze, and bent her waist as she pushed Brandon Piers out.

Pullan incredulously looked at her, finally gritting his teeth as he bent his tall and strong body, imitating Abigail as he pushed the gurney out.

"Poor souls, being mistreated by a bunch of boys, Jesus Christ, just sleep, sleep and the suffering will end, life is just a practice of endurance...."

The thin old man kept muttering, chanting nonstop.

Pullan looked at those corpse boxes, goosebumps creeping up his skin, and bent his body lower, fearing the old man would see him. Meanwhile, he couldn't help his curiosity. With all that noise earlier, how did the old man not hear?

It didn't make sense!

Abigail guessed those people would surely search the corpse boxes. It was no surprise. She listened to the old man's murmuring, quickening her steps for fear of being discovered.

Pullan couldn't help but ask, "Miss Abigail, can't he hear?"