Because it's a fact, I don't feel that there is anything wrong with what I said, and I usually say this when a phone call comes in, and the other party has never asked a second time like today.

"You're a crematorium? I'm still a funeral home! ”

When the middle-aged fat man reported his location for the second time, the other side had already begun to show obvious impatience, and the police department thought it was just a call to harass the police.

"Funeral home?" Is there a mistake? The middle-aged fat man also began to be inexplicable, he raised his head and looked at the people on the side blankly, everyone shook their heads together, and no one could see the number that the fat man dialed just now.

Some people began to wonder if this dead fat man was helping other funeral parlors take private work, so the phone number is so familiar to remember.

Seeing the suspicious eyes of everyone, the fat man knew what they were thinking, and quickly shook his head in denial.

The phone has become busy, and it seems that the police are too busy.

Just when everyone was overwhelmed, one of the mobile phones suddenly rang.

"They're up the mountain!" As he ran, the others looked at each other and rushed out.

Twenty minutes later, Xia Chenghao had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, and he was panting behind him.

Xia Chenghao returned to the grave of his parents again.

The fat curator was blown by the wind and came to his senses, he was thinking about what was going to happen all the way, and he didn't expect to be taken to this abandoned cemetery area that was ready to be developed into a new cemetery.

Xia Chenghao was still holding the fat curator in his hand, he was not tired anyway, now he was only extremely angry, but his tone was no longer as excited as before, but asked calmly: "This is the tomb that was buried more than ten years ago!" ”

Although only a few simple words came out of Xia Chenghao's mouth, every word of his was like solid ice and smashed into the hearts of the curator and everyone behind him. By this point, everyone could understand why the young man was so angry.

There must be his relatives buried here, and when he returned here many years later, he found that it was going to be developed, so he came to the door and asked for an explanation. Come to think of it, that's how it should be.

They guessed correctly, and the more they guessed correctly, the more their faces turned blue and their pores stood erect, and then they felt chills all over their bodies and shivered.

Are you going to develop this place into a new cemetery? Xia Chenghao asked coldly, although there was no one in his eyes at all, and it seemed that he was not speaking to anyone here at all.

"No, that's just a plan," the fat curator began to struggle again, he tried to raise his head to look at Xia Chenghao's face but finally hung down weakly, but his mouth was still trying to explain, "I didn't approve it!" ”

"Then why was the monument smashed here?" Xia Chenghao asked coldly again.

The fat curator had already seen the broken stones in his eyes, and he suddenly began to tremble, as a Zionite, he knew what an insult this kind of practice was to the Zionians.

"Why?" Xia Chenghao roared like thunder.

After yelling, his hand loosened, and the fat curator slammed on the ground, not because Xia Chenghao threw him hard or lifted him too high, but because he was too heavy.

"Can you answer my question now?" Xia Chenghao's tone was still very cold, and his eyes were still firmly fixed on the large and small remnants on the ground.

I don't know how many people's parents and relatives are buried here, but Xia Chenghao was the first to come back and find out. If another person came to see such a scene, they would be furious.

"It's not my fault!" The fat curator wanted to reach out to hug Xia Chenghao's leg, but suddenly found that his body flew out like a bird, flew straight to a pine tree by the wall, and then smashed heavily on the trunk.

His mind was confused for a while, and then he subconsciously clasped his hands together on the trunk, and his fat body slid down the rough trunk under the action of gravity, and his face and hands were in sharp pain.

It all happened so quickly that the group of people who followed behind couldn't react.

Xia Chenghao turned around, his sharp eyes like knives swept over these stunned people like lightning, and said coldly: "Who else has touched every grass and tree here?" ”

Everyone was already as white as snow, and they all trembled desperately when they met this terrible look. Someone bit their lips and tried to struggle to deny Ha Seung-ho's accusations, and if possible, they would say, "I didn't do it!" I am innocent! But they didn't have the courage to speak at this moment.

Xia Chenghao took a long breath, he knew that he didn't need to look for these little people at all. It's like the hammer that hits the tombstone, but it never goes to the hammer to settle accounts, even if it's the people who handle it.

The people in front of them are shaking like chaff, but in fact, they are just tools to be manipulated. And what I'm really looking for is naturally the fat curator.

The other party hummed in pain, and he had already woken up again.

Xia Chenghao strode over, grabbed the collar behind the fat neck, and threw this huge body in front of the tomb, and when he landed, he just fell to the ground, and the fat curator raised his head, and he happened to face the messy broken monuments.

The fat curator cried out in horror: "Spare me!" ”

"I'm not going to kill you! At least not yet! But I'm going to make you worse than dead. Xia Chenghao walked back to the fat man and said coldly.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, relieved to receive this promise, although he was still afraid, as long as the person did not die, there was still a chance to resist.

"I'm going to find a new place for all the ghosts here!" Xia Chenghao said coldly, "And your life or death depends on your performance, remember all here, not one of them." ”

There are two reasons why he wants to do this, one is because if he deals with his parents alone, then the other party will definitely find clues from this, and Xia Chenghao's identity will be exposed; The second is that all the yin spirits here really shouldn't lie under the grass like they are now.

The fat curator suddenly understood, and his heart was relieved, he was the best at this, and he also had a professional team around him.

Thinking of this, his vitality didn't know where to come from, and he said in a loud voice: "Don't worry, you will be satisfied!" ”

Xia Chenghao nodded and said, "I'll come and see in a few days, if it's still like this, you won't be able to run away alone." Also, you'd better not call the police, otherwise these lack of virtue will soon be discovered. ”

The curator walked up and said respectfully to Xia Chenghao: "I know, everything is at your command!" ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Baogang Maglev Railway Station, which is far away from Yizhou, is a completely different feeling of the weather here.