Everyone paused for a moment, and then looked at the corpse lying on the ground, as if asking, what to do with this corpse! But everyone didn't mean to stop, and followed Ma Shangkui and a nest of wind and fish one by one towards the alley, and Jiang Chenghuan and Bian Haibo naturally followed. However, at this time, Ma Shangkui, who was walking in the front, suddenly turned around and stood there motionless. Everyone was there, not knowing what he was going to do. I saw him sweep his gaze to Jiang Chenghuan behind him, and ordered in a low but stern tone, "Jiang Chenghuan, you are here, wait for someone from the funeral home to come, and then be responsible for transporting the body back and settling it, and let Lao Bian follow us to the west of the city." ”

"Ah......" Jiang Chenghuan was stunned, this was too unexpected for him, he instinctively opened his mouth wide, but then suppressed it and didn't make a sound.

After Ma Shangkui finished speaking, without waiting for his open mouth to close again, he waved his hand, and everyone walked out of the alley one after another.

"Remember, you take the people from the funeral home to the freezer and settle the body in the freezer. The autopsy will continue tomorrow, be careful, don't touch the corpse and affect the autopsy tomorrow. Ma Shangkui did not forget to instruct heavily.

In an instant, his emotions plummeted, and all kinds of disgust came to his heart. He hates this guy in front of him, why should he be arranged to do this, he doesn't give face at all, really******......

He was foul-mouthed.

"Hmph, what's going on?"

He pondered silently, but he couldn't figure it out.

The scene was watching the lively people, seeing that the situation dispersed one after another, there were fewer and fewer people, and the noise just now ceased to exist, and gradually, it was a black light and blind fire, and an inexplicable fear enveloped my heart.

Although it is said that the corpse is not afraid for him, and he has already survived this level after years of experience, but his current mood is not just fear or fear, but a kind of clueless loss, accompanied by this clueless loss, there is a vague panic and helplessness. He really didn't understand why it was him, although it was necessary for him to rationally analyze that someone should take care of the corpse, but he couldn't figure out why it was himself and not someone else. It's just such an arrangement, it seems that he was sent from the world to the eighteenth layer of hell all at once, what is he, could it be that he was just a dispensable soy sauce character, and his self-esteem was fatally destroyed.

To be more precise, he Ma Shangkui must be right to choose himself without hesitation, doesn't it include other factors?

He began to suspect that Ma Kui was taking revenge.

Alas, it was really the old revolution that encountered new problems, and in the face of this situation, he had no bottom in his heart for a while. There is no doubt that it is difficult for Jiang Chenghuan to make a more objective judgment when judging the problems he is facing in front of him under the situation of emotional instability, but one thing is certain, it is difficult to have an objective analysis conclusion based on the current information, and this is his only thought.

Right now, he waited for the funeral home to come, and then put the body in the freezer, and everything was fine. However, I don't know if it's because of the mood or because of some other factors, I always feel that the hearse has been delayed. As he waited, he unconsciously turned his attention to the corpse that was close at hand.

He didn't feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Although it was vaguely impossible to see anything, and at the same time, there was no sound, but there was a sense of uncertainty, which enveloped my heart. It's the second half of the night, looking at everything in the darkness, the rows of silent buildings, the seamless doors, the faint glimmer of light, the black cloth-like sky, everything is dead silent. Especially the looming corpse, Jiang Chenghuan always felt that he might get up at any time, and phantoms floated in front of him, forming countless heatwave-like images in the dark.

Jiang Chenghuan took a few steps back in fear, as if this was a little far away from danger. Suddenly, he remembered the bright flashlight he had brought with him. Trembling, he quickly took it out of his purse and quickly shone it in the direction of the corpse.

"Huh......"

Jiang Chenghuan was startled, and his eyes widened at the same time. It was clear in front of me, and there was nothing in my field of vision.

Jiang Chenghuan's hairs stood up suddenly, how could this be? What was going on, he couldn't figure it out. This frightened him, and the whole person was completely out of control.

The corpse was stiff, the clothes were ragged, the blood was mottled, and there were tattered jackets, and the surrounding household belongings, why was nothing missing?

A wave of fear came over us.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, Jiang Chenghuan was unconscious of a burst of excitement all over his body, and vaguely, there were bursts of whirring sounds from far and near, but he couldn't distinguish what the sound was for a while, and he didn't know what kind of small sound it was...... He pricked up his ears, oh, yes, it should be footsteps. When I got closer, it was the sound of footsteps. The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer from far to near, and he was a little frightened, his eyes widened, staring at the shaking shadow in the direction where the sound was made, and the strengthening lamp shone through, and the snowy light shot like a sword. His courage suddenly increased with this light.

"Ah...... Ah, who, don't, don't take it, it's ...... dazzling," someone from over there shouted, "We are the ...... of the funeral home."

Jiang Chenghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time deflected the flashlight.

"But, the corpse ......"

"What?"

"It's gone."

"What's missing?"

"Corpses!"

"Ah, how could it be gone, aren't you here, how can you be gone?" One of the people who came shouted, feeling that it was incredible, that it was impossible, and at the same time, he lowered his body and squinted his eyes around the ground like a mouse, "How can it be gone, can it be that the dead will come back to life and run...... Hey, isn't that, what is it if it's not a corpse? ”

Jiang Chenghuan was startled, turned around and took a closer look, and sure enough, the body was lying there on its side, motionless.

Hey, it's weird, how could it be like this, I just watched it over and over again, and it's really not there, why is it there now? He began to be in a trance, not knowing what was going on. Hey, it's weird, it's weird. He looked closer, and sure enough, on the corpse, there were still traces of the just flipping, nostrils, mouth, eyes, and vaguely the marks left by Bian Haibo's previous rummaging. The lips were slightly open, like a bottomless hole under the strong cannon light, and the eyes were also slightly open, revealing a trace of green from the pupils. This terrible state of affairs deeply stimulated his nerves, and at the same time he was terrified in his heart, and he began to feel nauseous, so he quickly turned away, and shifted his thoughts, he must refrain from it, or the little thing he ate at night will undoubtedly be poured out.

"Nothing's upside down, right, let's move the corpse to the car?"

When Jiang Chenghuan was asked, he didn't care about turning around, but just waved his hand behind him and motioned for them to carry the body.

Soon, the corpse was lifted up by two corpse movers and carried out of the alley, and the man who had just shouted collected the pieces and quickly evacuated, leaving him alone in the alley.

He reacted suddenly, and he realized that he had to return with the hearse, and he followed him as if he were scattered.

"Alas, the little brother has a hard life, and he must take a hearse." He pondered.

This was the second time he had ridden the hearse, the last time it was on the Broken Soul Slope, and it was the female ghost, the female ghost who scared him out of the middle of the night fight. Oh no, I can't say that now, it's Makerie, the beautiful young woman. However, this time it wasn't so lucky, it was a person named Hanako, and it must have died. Although it felt completely different, he still had to get in the car, and he had to follow the hearse back.

"Hmph, there is another scene, why is it so unlucky, three watches in the middle of the night, tragedies continue," he complained inwardly, "Who knows what kind of bird case it is." ”

Under such special circumstances, he will not go to this crime scene again, and the sky has nothing to do with him. If he Ma Shangkui turned around and asked why he didn't go, he suppressed his unhappiness and casually made up a reason to prevaricate the past. Even if there was anything, at this moment, he couldn't control so much. Obviously, he belongs to the kind of person with a personality, and he knows that a person with this kind of personality is definitely not suitable for mixing things in the officialdom, and even incompatible with the general workplace. What's more, this arrangement is not only contrary to his personality, but also unsatisfactory. (To be continued.) )