I took out my phone, and as soon as the phone was unlocked, Ji Canghai snatched it.

The next second, like a hot phone, he threw the phone back into my arms.

"Don't, don't call the police."

Ji Canghai's face was full of pleading: "I'll tell you the truth, and you will help me burn it after you finish."

"I don't want to hear it."

The moment I turned around, Ji Canghai suddenly raised his voice.

"I killed him!"

When I heard this, I shuddered.

When I looked back, Ji Canghai had already squatted down, covering his chest with one hand, tears on his face like rain.

"He was beaten to death by me, but, don't worry, I'm definitely not a murderer!"

This is really contradictory.

"I'm a boxer, I don't have a good sense of proportion......

"That's my best partner!"

Ji Canghai cried more and more fiercely the older he cried, which was diametrically opposed to the fierce appearance just now.

After a moment, he rubbed his sleeve against his eyes and continued, "I did steal the corpse, I just wanted to give him a decent look, I wanted to give him one last ride."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

I squinted at it, and it was indeed written on the certificate of responsibility, and there was a bright red stamp underneath.

But this piece of paper alone makes me believe him, which is a bit nonsense, right?

But, then again, if he's telling the truth, I'm willing to help him.

If nothing else, just rush at him for the backbone of daring to bow his head and admit his mistakes, this person is a man!

Ji Canghai hurriedly took out another piece of paper: "Look, this is a state of life and death."

"In the octagonal cage, life and death are decided. It's our rule, I'm really a mistake, I'm really not a murderer!"

I looked back and shook my head, "I still can't believe you."

At this time, Chen Jiayan, who had not spoken, suddenly dragged me.

"Look."

I took her phone and looked down to see a huge headline.

"Ancient Muay Thai fighter, crazy in the cage!"

I clicked on the link to take a look, and the man in the news was really Ji Canghai in front of me.

At the same time, I noticed a small line in the report: Ji Canghai is suspected of having an illness.

I looked Ji Canghai up and down, returned the phone to Chen Jiayan, and my tone was slightly relaxed.

"It's not right for you to steal corpses."

Ji Canghai's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you believe me?"

I nodded lightly, but my heart was full of admiration for this man.

"But ......"

I hesitated, "You'd better return the body to the family, aren't you making trouble for yourself?"

Ji Canghai lowered his head, and asked angrily, "Shouldn't those who make mistakes have a chance to repent?"

I was inexplicably surprised, but I still persuaded him.

"You use money to compensate, even if you use the rest of your life as a cow and a horse for his family, it's better than you doing this, right?"

"That's compensation for his family, and I'm going to make amends to my brother."

I swallowed and looked back at the person in front of me.

From a moral point of view, he was wrong to steal the body, so wrong that it was outrageously wrong!

From a human point of view, I saw his brilliance.

I suddenly felt that my head was hot, and I couldn't suppress a stream of blood.

However, there are principles involved in this matter.

In case the family comes to the door, the follow-up troubles continue.

It can't be because of my own blood, and the entire funeral home will be affected, right?

I didn't hesitate to call the curator directly.

I told him the pros and cons as they were, and analyzed the pros and cons with him very carefully.

After repeated confirmation, the curator's attitude was not the same

changed, but became more and more excited.

"This brother is not simple!"

"Don't worry about doing it boldly, if something happens, I'll carry it!"

With his words, I was relieved.

I took a deep breath and stretched out my hand in front of Ji Canghai: "You are a man, brother."

"We did the job!"

"Good, good."

Ji Canghai's hands trembled excitedly, and he thanked me for a thousand thanks.

Everything was prepared, and according to Ji Canghai's meaning, it was incinerated on the same day.

It was the simplest funeral I've ever seen, with no relatives, no farewell ceremony, not even crying.

Only Ji Canghai stood silently alone, and from beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Until the incinerator started running, Ji Canghai's tears fell with the huge roar of the machine.

"Whew!"

Ji Canghai looked at the white smoke chimney, and his Adam's apple squirmed up and down a few times.

Tears came to an abrupt end.

After the funeral, Ji Canghai divided the money in his pocket into two parts.

"This."

He shook the money in my hand and stuffed it into the left pocket of my clothes, "It's to burn my brother's money."

"This."

He shoved another piece of money into my right pocket: "It's burning my money."