Su Bai's body stiffened slightly, and he looked at the door, but his body did not move at all.

"Knock knock......" However, the person outside still knocked on the door as if he was sure that there was someone inside.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Su Bai took a deep breath, put the mop on the blood stain, and walked in the direction of the door.

"Who?" He asked, looking out the door.

"It's me, Zhao Kongqing." A man's voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, Su Bai's heart suddenly struck.

Zhao Kongqing is Zhao Mingshan's elder brother, and he is also a plainclothes policeman who participated in Zhu Yingying's battle before, and he knows him.

"Brother Zhao, is there something wrong?" Su Bai collected his emotions, and after feeling that he would not show anything unusual, he opened the door.

Zhao Kongqing was still wearing the previous leather coat at this time, standing at the door.

At this time, his expression was a little depressed, and he didn't know if it was because of the death of his colleague that affected him.

After the door opened, Zhao Kongqing frowned slightly when he saw the burning brazier: "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm cleaning, it's the garbage from the store, ready to burn it at night." Su Bai pretended to be calm and said.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing looked at the somewhat wet ground and nodded: "Then you pay attention to fire safety." ”

After finishing speaking, he paused in his tone, "I came to you this time to ask you to help make two urns." ”

"Urn?" When Su Bai heard what he said, he immediately understood.

The two urns were intended for his colleagues.

"What kind of wood do you want?" Su Bai thought for a moment and asked.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing frowned, and then said, "Do you have a recommendation?" ”

"There are South China Sea yellow pear, Indian small leaf red sandalwood, as well as red sour branches, ebony, golden silk nan......" Su Bai said the material he had here, and then said:

"What I recommend is the red sour branch, this kind of wood is a hardwood, compared to the softwood of Jinsi Nan, it has a sense of heaviness, and it is not much different from the South China Sea Huanghuali and Indian small-leaved red sandalwood, and it is red, more atmospheric, and the price is more affordable."

"Well, okay, that's it." Zhao Kongqing nodded.

"You write down their names and ages, choose a pattern, and I'll be able to make it in about two or three days." Su Bai walked to the counter, took out a notebook and handed it to Zhao Kongqing.

"By the way, how much does it cost here?" Zhao Kongqing nodded and asked casually.

"You can give seven hundred." Su Bai replied.

Hearing him say this, Zhao Kongqing chose a pattern in the notebook and filled in his name in the notebook.

The price of 700 yuan is indeed very fair and cheap.

Some factories process urns, which is about this price.

Not to mention handmade.

Su Bai's handiwork, near this old street, is also good.

Then, Zhao Kongqing put down the seven hundred yuan: "I will pay this money first, and I will come to you to get it in three days." ”

"Okay." Su Bai nodded.

"That's right." It was at this time that Zhao Kongqing seemed to remember something and looked at Su Bai.

His eyes are sharp, like those of a falcon, as if he can look directly into the human heart.

Su Bai saw his eyes, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

At this time, he even felt that he had just revealed some flaws.

"Xijiang City has not been very peaceful recently, you pay attention to safety." Zhao Kongqing picked up a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers in the notebook: "If there is something, you can call me." ”

"yes, okay." Su Bai nodded, and he agreed.

Then, Zhao Kongqing left the coffin shop and walked towards the darkness.

A short time later, a police car pulled out of the darkness and drove off into the distance.

Su Bai looked at the police car in the distance, and a cool breeze blew.

He felt a chill in his back, and at this time, Su Bai realized that fine cold sweat was oozing out of his back at some point.

Su Bai found that this Zhao Kongqing's aura did not seem to be a few points weaker than Zhu Yingying.

"He's also a resurrection?" He frowned slightly.

But immediately, Su Bai put this idea behind him, from Zhu Yingying's memory, he could only feel that Zhao Kongqing's skills were very strong, and there was nothing else abnormal at all.

Moreover, how is it possible for a resurrected person to be a policeman?

Shaking his head, Su Bai closed the door, picked up the stick on the side, and removed the sawdust in the stainless steel basin a little, so that the fire inside burned more vigorously.

But this time he was lucky, although he met Zhao Kongqing when he destroyed the evidence, but he did not show any flaws.

Otherwise, it's really a big problem.

"Xijiang City has not been peaceful recently." Su Bai put the wooden stick aside, remembering what Zhao Kongqing said just now, his brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't know why, but suddenly he remembered what had been discussed in class this morning.

The disappearance of girls in Xijiang No. 2 may not be accidental.

Now in this city, in addition to Zhu Yingying and the murderer who killed herself, there may also be other extremely vicious people.

"It's time to pay more attention to safety in the future." Su Bai thought for a while, then put away the money and picked out a piece of wood from the warehouse.

There was nothing to do tonight, and he was going to make the urns of the two policemen.

After picking out the wood, Su Bai measured the following with a ruler, and sawed the red sour branch wood out of two cuboidal shapes with a wooden saw.

Then, he sawed two more rectangular pieces, then took out the grinding machine from the side and began to polish it carefully.

This series of actions is very skillful.

Now that the federation is implementing cremation, Su Bai's coffin shop often receives orders for selling urns, and making urns is not a few points worse than coffins.

This was done until three or four o'clock in the morning, and everything in the stainless steel was almost burned.

Seeing this, Su Bai stood up and stretched his body.

There was a crackling sound on him.

At this time, in his hands, a very beautifully carved urn has appeared, and the drawings on it are lifelike.

Su Bai has been taught by his father since he was a child, and his carpentry skills are better than some of his masters.

This is also the reason why his father died, he can still receive the business of making coffins and urns.

Then, Su Bai picked up the stainless steel basin, walked to the faucet, and washed the ashes into the ashes with water, turning the ashes into a paste.

Then he went out into the street and poured the paste down the drain.

After Su Bai did this, he was still a little uneasy, so he cleaned the stainless steel basin again, and cleaned up the traces on the street with water by the way.

"Whew......" he exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, satisfied in his heart.

Now, the clues to his rebirth have been cleared.

But immediately, Su Bai smiled bitterly.

What is this? He was killed, and he had to cover up the traces of the murderer.