I Took Home a Mummy

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The houses on this side of Nancheng District are relatively dilapidated, with alleys winding and narrow, and the ground collapsed and uneven. Most of the people living here are tenants, and the environment is messy and messy.

Ning Mitang had been following the old woman slowly, and the wheelbarrow made a loud noise on the bumpy road. She looked around. The gray and gloomy walls in the alley, the dirty ground with water, and the clothes hanging out indiscriminately, all showed the living conditions here.

Soon after, the old woman pushed the car and stopped in front of a small single-storey house. Perhaps it was a long time ago. The paint on the door had fallen off, and the door rails were all yellow-brown rust.

The door was slowly opened, and the old woman moved the cart into the house with difficulty.

At the corner, Ning Mitang stood there. She looked at the closed iron gate, thinking about whether to leave.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the alley, and those passing by couldn't help but look at Ning Mitang. After all, the girl looks so good and has an excellent temperament. She wore a pure white windbreaker jacket on the upper body, a pair of narrow-footed jeans on the lower body, and a pair of light brown short boots under her feet. It was clean and pure, completely incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There was a strange color in the eyes of others, and Ning Mitang was very uncomfortable being looked at, and she stepped to leave.

However, in the next second, there was a burst of anger from the small house opposite.

"I am not dead, where is the money hidden?"

"Why don't you die?"

"I'm telling you, don't give me the money today and see how I can deal with you!"

Ning Mitang took a meal, and the man inside was so loud that even people passing by could hear her clearly. She turned her head and saw the indifferent face of the woman drying clothes next to the house, as if she had long been used to it.

"Give me the money, can you hear me?"

Then, there was a sound of slamming things.

Ning Mitang clenched the shoulder strap of her bag with her hands, she seemed to guess what was going on.

Just when she was wondering whether to look back, there was a loud noise in the small house, and Ning Mitang's heart trembled.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately walked to the small house. The dilapidated iron door was suddenly opened. A panicked and messy face appeared behind the door. The man looked at Ning Mitang in astonishment and ran away instantly.

Ning Mitang pushed the door open and looked inside. The small, dark house was in a mess, and the ground was covered with broken things. She looked up, and inadvertently landed on the ground beside the long table, her black pupils shrank instantly, and she saw the old woman lying in a pool of blood with her eyes closed.

Walking quickly into the house, Ning Mitang stretched out her hand to probe the nose of the old woman and found that she was still angry. She took out her mobile phone and immediately called the ambulance.

Then, she hurried to the door and shouted, "Help, someone here is injured, please come and help..."

Ning Mitang looked anxious when he didn't know when the ambulance would arrive. She was worried that the old woman had other injuries besides her head, so she didn't dare to move her at all. Before long, she felt the old woman's breath weaker and weaker, and the smell of death on her body became stronger and stronger, so she ran outside the door and shouted for help.