The Man in the Trap
by Big Sleeves Covering The Sky
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The cemetery is always so quiet. At a glance, there are eye-catching tombs wrapped among the endless mountains. The dense tombstones are neatly arranged. There are countless people lying under the ground, but there are almost no people on the ground. Sometimes it feels creepy to think about it: if the order of the tombstones represents the order in which everyone sleeps underground, then these neat tombstones are just corpses arranged in rows one after another. "Hurry up, let's put down the flowers and leave." Xiaogui said. Xiaogui is my colleague. One of his classmates passed away a few days ago. He happened to be on a business trip and missed the funeral. When he came back, he decided to give his classmate a bouquet of flowers. But he was too timid to come alone and insisted on dragging me along. "What's there to be afraid of during the day?" I laughed at him. "This is a cemetery, and it's very dark." He gritted his teeth and said.
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