Chapter 118: The Thin Old Man in the Morgue

Abigail glanced at the old man, ignoring Pullan's pleading gaze, she bent over and began pushing Brandon out of the room.

Pullan looked at her incredulously, then, gritting his teeth, hunched over his tall and sturdy body to mimic Abigail and started pushing the gurney out.

"Such a pity, all these poor souls getting desecrated by a bunch of kids, Jesus Christ, just sleep, sleep brings relief, life is just one big test…"

The skinny old man continued to mutter under his breath.

Pullan eyed the body boxes, goosebumps erupting on his skin, his body bending even lower in fear of being seen by the old man. He couldn't help but wonder, didn't the old man hear the commotion earlier?

It made no sense!

It wasn't surprising to Abigail that the men would search the body boxes, but hearing the old man's incessant rambling quickened her steps, fearing they would be discovered.

Pullan asked cautiously, "Miss Green, doesn't he hear us?"