Late at night.
The sky was overcast, blocking out the moon and stars, leaving no trace of light.
The cemetery was in total darkness, occasionally interrupted by the chirps of birds and meows of cats, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
A streetcar slowly approached, its headlights not very bright, only illuminating the road ahead.
The streetcar stopped next to a newly dug grave, and Tom Stone stepped off, looking around cautiously.
In vain; it was completely dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Tom Stone turned on his flashlight and scanned the surroundings again. Seeing nothing unusual, he took a deep breath and boldly walked to the freshly dug grave.
He gazed at the grave with a sigh, appearing somewhat agitated.
Five boxes were loaded at the back of the streetcar. Tom Stone struggled to unload them; they were heavy, and each had been waterproofed and moisture-proofed.
Fortunately, he went to the gym three times a week and was much stronger than his peers.
"Rustle..."
