mmp！

What a bad luck!

Martin looked around, the wilderness was empty, and everything seemed strangely quiet except for the howling of the wind and rain.

Obviously, this is not some prank.

"No, I can't keep it."

He muttered to himself, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He decided to send this ominous urn to the funeral home.

In his opinion, the people there should know how to deal with this kind of thing .

"Mainly, I don't dare to throw away this casually."

Now things are already obvious.

He was probably entangled in something dirty, and the other party demanded that [he be sent back to his hometown].

It was probably the urn that was sent to his hometown.

How does Martin deliver?

Since you can't get rid of it, you can only give it away.

"Big brother, maybe it's the eldest sister, I know you're here, little brother, I really don't know how to help you send it home."

As soon as the words fell.

The wind and rain around it seemed to have more than doubled in an instant.

Martin immediately continued.

"But don't worry, although I'm an amateur, I can hand over your treasure to a professional agency to deal with, what do you think?"

The wind and rain are gradually getting smaller again.

After Martin finished eating the roasted steamed buns, the wind and rain outside finally turned into a drizzle.

Fearing that this strange rain would fall heavily again, Martin decided to set off immediately.

Then he closed the box vigorously, as if afraid that the ashes in the box would float out again, he carefully stuffed the box into a cloth bag and tied it tightly.

Finally look up at the way you came.

According to his intuition, it should be around half past three in the afternoon.

Go out in the morning and return in the afternoon.

Thinking of what he said so decisively when he left, it was less than a day to roll back with his tail between his legs like a dirt dog.

To be honest, there is something wrong with my heart.

Soldiers, you are fast!

Grab the cloth bag and start walking briskly along the path.

The drizzle was drifting in his ears, but Martin's mood could not be calmed.

First the weird little girl, and then this abrupt urn.

The two seem to have nothing to do with each other, but both seem to have the intention of forcing him back to the funeral home.

Speak of the devil.

I just felt a yin wind blowing.

Under the large willow tree in front of her, a little girl with bare feet appeared.

She just stood there, her long rain-soaked hair sticking to her pale face, drops of water dripping down her cheeks.

The picture is serene and eerie.

"Sure enough, you're back." The little girl's voice was weak.

Martin instantly felt a chill, he clenched the cloth bag, and an inexplicable alertness rose in his heart.

Sure enough, is this what the Dragon Kingdom said about the will of heaven in the underworld?

She already knew she was going back?

So when I met myself just in the morning, I didn't take coercive measures?

"Why are you here?" Martin tried to make his voice sound firm.

The little girl did not answer, but repeated a sentence.

"There are bad people in the funeral home, there are bad people in it."

Martin frowned, and his heart became even more uneasy, he knew that this little girl was not an ordinary person, and there must be a reason for her appearance.

It's just that even if he knows that there are bad people in the funeral home, what can he do?

Hit him?

He is not Jiang Xiao, but if he had half the level of Jiang Xiao, Martin would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Why has it been drenched for so long?

"What the hell are you trying to warn me?"

Martin asked, wanting to know more details, like, who is that bad guy?

If it's just the curator, he can try to convince the night watchman to see if he can cooperate.

The little girl looked up and looked directly at Martin, and those eyes seemed to penetrate all appearances and go deep inside.

Her voice suddenly became firm, in stark contrast to her childish appearance.

"You shouldn't be here."

Martin took a deep breath, his heart was already galloping

God fucking I shouldn't have come?

It's as if I wanted to come, this is a strange selection, does Labor-Management Nyima have a little room to struggle?

I want to continue to ask something.

But the girl's facial features began to flow blood continuously.

The terrifying scene made Martin stay in place, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Seeing that the other party did not seem to have any malicious intent, Martin took a deep breath, took a step, and continued from the willow tree to the funeral home.

Before it was completely dark, Martin finally returned to the place where the dream had begun.

The hall was empty, except for a chandelier flickering with a faint glow.

Martin looked around, trying to find the staff on duty, but the silence unnerved him.

He walked down the hallway, ready to find the most harmless Bao Lebin.

But at that moment, a muffled conversation came from a door in the back.

"Huh?"

Martin held his breath and crept closer, his instincts telling him that the little girl's words were not unfounded.

There must be bad people among the masses.

He leaned close to the crack in the door, and through the slightly open door, he saw two figures facing each other in the dimly lit room, and he couldn't see who they were.

However, the content of the conversation made Martin's heart sink to the bottom.

"That's the deal, I'll deliver it early tomorrow morning."

"What about corpses? Are you sure you can dispose of it? It's not rotten, is it? ”

"Don't worry, there are more places outside, and it's not troublesome to deal with."

Martin's heart pounded.

It's sun!

There are two bad guys in the crowd?!

Although I can't see my face clearly, it's not difficult to tell the difference when I hear the voice, these two people are the curator and the night watchman!

Trade?

Corpse?

Two key words, Martin instantly thought of two possibilities.

Organ trafficking, or selling to some perverted ogre or something.

But who likes to eat rotten food?

To sum up, most of this funeral parlor is engaged in the illegal trade of human organs.

This is not only Martin, but also everyone in the live broadcast room has guessed this.

However, some people have raised doubts.

[If you don't understand, if I'm not mistaken, after death, the oxygen supply to the organs of the whole body will be insufficient, and the organs will lose their vitality between minutes and hours, right? 】

[Hey, that's right, but what you don't know is that just injecting some solvent or putting the corpse in a frozen environment can completely prolong the activity of the cadaveric organs. 】

If that's the case.

[I finally understood why the female corpse carried by Hirozuka Okado still stinks after two or three days, and even the corpse spots are very few, it turns out that it was drugged~]

[No wonder, I always think that the curator is good and bad, so that's the case. 】

[Say that he is good, because the curator is also afraid of something unseen, which is the same as the position of the Chosen One.] 】

[Say that he is bad, because what the curator does is not glamorous and bold, or these strange talks only appeared after the curator sold organs.] 】

(End of chapter)