Although Jiang Wuji has not been fat since he was a child, and he is not too thin, his strength is still much greater than that of his peers, and he can easily carry more than 100 catties of items with one hand.

I saw Jiang Wuji open his bow left and right, put one foot on the corpse's chest, and pulled out the iron thorns inserted in the corpse's hands.

"This thing is not easy to burn."

Then he put the body down and died for a few days, although it was badly decomposed, but the body was still a little hard.

Jiang Wuzhi carried the corpse's neck with one hand, grabbed the corpse's calf with the other, and lifted it from the dissecting table to the body bag that had been placed in advance.

"Huh~"

"Gorgeous" to zip up.

Zhang Tianzhi on the side just glanced at Jiang Wuzhi expressionlessly.

"Hurry up"

"Okay, right away, right away"

Jiang Wuzhi picked up the corpse in the body bag with one hand as if he was carrying a woven bag.

"Gone, gone." Before leaving, he also sold Zhang Tianzhi a smile.

Jiang Wuji walked to the back of the big Jinbei van, opened the back door, and saw that he stretched out his hand and put the body bag in the wooden box on the very edge.

His hands patted the "dust" on his hands, he was used to seeing corpses, for such a nameless corpse, it was like treating an object, not that he disrespected the deceased, but that he was indifferent to human nature.

Jiang Wuqi just feels that if he dies like this, or dies vigorously, or dies unexplained, then it makes sense to live now.

He simply didn't think about these problems, and left them all behind, feeling that being a person without emotion and humanity might not be so painful and uncomfortable to live.

Or, immortal.

Got into the big Jinbei van, lit the fire, the black exhaust fumes were discharged, and the engine was turning with a rumbling sound. Jiang Wuji drove to the crematorium.

Another quarter of an hour later, we arrived at the familiar sunset crematorium.

Today, Sunday, in the crematorium, only Jiang Wuqi and the uncle who watched the gate were at work, and Xu Fu and other colleagues were on vacation.

Although they are all on call 24 hours a day, they still have to take a holiday, but they are really too busy, and the staff of the day are too busy to notify the people who are on vacation to work overtime.

The van drove into the crematorium, and Jiang Wuzhi didn't forget to say hello to the uncle who was watching the gate.

"Uncle drink two glasses at night"

"No, no, I have to pick up my grandson from school later." The uncle who watched the gate bowed his hand and motioned for Jiang Wuji to drive in.

Jiang Wuji skillfully opened the back door of the van, lifted the body bag with one hand, and walked to the cremation room.

"Da Da Da .."

Jiang Wuji started the cremation furnace and adjusted the cremation temperature that needed to be activated for a while.

And the body had been placed on the lathe next to the crematorium.

Generally speaking, newly arrived bodies are cleaned of body bags and neatly stacked on a lathe so that they can be cremated thoroughly so that there are no debris left.

This time, he didn't remove the body bag, thinking that he was going to dispose of the corpse, so he went to eat something good, not wanting to look at this unappetizing picture, for fear of affecting his appetite.

Jiang Wuji pushed the lathe where the corpse was placed, and pushed the corpse into it with a silky hand.

"Da~" activated the cremation switch.

Looking at the cremation furnace that was operating normally, Jiang Wuji was about to take a rest, and then come over to pick it up when the cremation was almost done.

At this moment, a piercing sound sounded in Jiang Wuji's ears.

Jiang Wuji turned his head to look at the crematorium, and the harsh sound, as if coming from the crematorium, suddenly stopped abruptly.

"What's the situation? Could it be that my ears are ringing? ”

Jiang Wuzhi looked puzzled and slowly approached the crematorium.

Suddenly, I smelled a pungent strange smell, so strange that I couldn't tell what it was, Jiang Wuji had never had this strange smell, and he didn't usually have this smell when he was cremated.

Jiang Wuzhi only felt that his head suddenly sank, his spirit suddenly became trance, and he was a little unstable.

"Strange, what's going on today?"

Jiang Wuji immediately stayed away from the cremation furnace, covered his mouth and nose, and immediately turned on the indoor exhaust fan, wanting to eliminate this strange smell.

Thinking about whether there would be any infectious disease in this corpse, so as not to be infected, he immediately ran out of the cremation room and gasped for breath outside.

At this moment, there was a surge of nausea.

"Wow....." Then Jiang Wuzhi held his hand on the pillar on the side and spit on the ground.

Immediately after a burst of blurred vision, his body began to be in a trance, Jiang Wuji felt very wrong, shook calmly, and patted his brain.

Feeling a little more stable, he immediately ran to the bathroom not far from him, turned on the faucet, and put his head into the sink to spray.

"What's the trick, does this "goods" still carry biochemical infection? ”

Jiang Wuzhi stood up and shook his head vigorously, shaking off a large amount of moisture from his hair.

Conscious a little sober, maybe there really is something wrong with the corpse, maybe it is poisonous, right?

It shouldn't be, if it's poisonous, Zhang Tianzhi and his group of forensic doctors will be able to test it, and they shouldn't let the crematorium "pick up the goods", it's really strange, since it's not poisonous, why do you still have such a strange smell when you burn it.

Jiang Wuzhi was puzzled as he walked to the van he parked in the courtyard, took out a black mask from the driver's seat and put it on.

"It's better to wear a mask to be on the safe side." Jiang Wuji thought to himself.

The sky gradually darkened, and beside the crematorium, Jiang waited quietly for the final finish.

Strange to say, the strange smell drifted away for a while, probably because the indoor exhaust fan was on, and now there is no more strange smell in the cremation room.

"Wow~" The crematorium was opened, and the ashes that had been cremated into black powder were pulled out of it. Some of the ashes are black and shiny.

Jiang Wuji first took a clip and pulled the bone fragments from the ashes that had not burned out.

It is said that the relics of a certain religion are such bone fragments that have not been fully burned.

The clips were tossed into the urn that had been placed aside early, and then Jiang Wuji took a small brush and a small iron dustpan to collect the remaining ashes into the urn, and put a label on it that read "Nameless-197".

After packing everything up, Jiang Wuji was no longer in the mood to go out for a good meal, and he had lost his appetite at all by the disgusting smell.

My brain is still a little groggy, and I think forget it, let's go back to the dormitory to sleep, maybe it's good to sleep, and then go out to eat tomorrow.

Jiang Wuji returned to the dormitory, took off the clothes on his body, washed hastily, and lay down on the bed, the dormitory on the weekend looked exceptionally clean, Xu Fu and other colleagues went out to play, and only he was at work.

In the middle of the night, in dormitory 302 next to the crematorium, there were some buzzing sounds from time to time, as if someone was gagged and couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Wuji was lying on the bed, struggling in pain, his eyes were closed, as if he couldn't open his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be tightly bound by something, so he had to struggle silently.

"Ahh

Jiang Wuji suddenly sat up from the bed.

"My God, I was scared to death, a dream is like a treacherous bed, I can't get up for half a day." Jiang Wuji said as he gasped hard.

He looked at the moonlight from the dormitory window and began to think back to the nightmare that had just given him palpitations.