Chapter 463: The Train Shredded Corpse
Loren held Paqina and stared out the window, lost in thought.
Given how messed up this world was, ordinary people lived miserable lives. Suicide was normal, and throwing themselves onto train tracks was perfectly normal too—at least this method would bring a quicker death.
But most suicides involved lying on the tracks. Even if Loren’s carriage was at the very front, someone lying on the rails wouldn’t splatter blood like this. This looked more like someone standing upright and getting smashed to pieces.
And the blood’s color was off too. Anyone who killed frequently knew that fresh blood didn’t look like that.
Just as Loren was thinking, a knock came at the door.
“Come in.”
There was nothing shameful in the carriage. After putting away the paper ranking the gods, Loren let the person outside enter.
“Sorry, Master Mentor...”
A female train attendant came in, her face full of apology as she looked at Loren’s window. She spoke: