The conversation inside stopped.

Outside, Martin's heart was beating like a drum, and his palms were already soaked with sweat.

He knew he couldn't stay here too long, or he would be found out in unimaginable consequences.

was about to leave quietly, but at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the figure of the curator appeared at the door.

"Martin, what are you doing here?"

The curator's voice was deep and powerful, and there was a hint of indescribability in his eyes.

Martin's heart sank, and he knew there was no way out.

He clutched the sack, trying to keep his composure, but his voice trembled involuntarily.

"Curator, I. I was just passing by. ”

The curator sneered and walked towards Martin with a steady step, with a hint of non-doubt in his tone.

"Martin, don't think I don't know what you just heard, but what I'm going to tell you is that I did transport some organs illegally, yes, but it's also a good use, I'm not a bad person."

Martin's eyes widened and he looked at the curator in disbelief.

Get the most out of it?

He couldn't understand why a human organ trafficker could say he wasn't a bad person.

How thick does it have to be to say such shameless words?

The curator seemed to see through Martin's doubts, and he sighed and continued.

"I know you must be confused and scared right now, but what you need to know is that these organs are all legally obtained, are they used to save people, I am just a middleman, I make sure that these organs can reach the patients who need them in a timely manner."

Martin's heart was turbulent, he didn't know who to believe or what to do, he could only stand there dumbfounded, trying to digest the curator's words.

Seeing that Martin was still confused, the curator gently patted him on the shoulder, and his tone became softer.

"Martin, I know it all was too sudden for you, but for now, what you need to do is stay calm and don't let fear dominate your sanity, I promise, this little evil I did, all for the greater good."

"You think, people are dead, why can't they make the most of it? What about using the internal organs that they should have turned to ashes to save the lives of the rest of the people? ”

It's all a fallacy!

The principle of not taking evil as small is the knowledge of elementary school, right?

Martin took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts.

nodded slowly to the curator, didn't speak again, just silently told himself in his heart that he must find out the truth.

Now the priority is:

Maybe you might tempt him with that thing?

"Curator, do you think I brought you something good?"

"Huh?"

The curator was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was not the one who swore to create a wilderness than in the morning?

Just now, the incident happened suddenly, and I forgot why he came back.

Brought yourself something good?

The curator asked Martin suspiciously.

"What did you bring me?"

Martin's hands trembled slightly, and he slowly took out a delicate box from his small homemade backpack, the surface of which was carved with intricate patterns and a faint luster.

In particular, the yellowed photo above gives people a sense of antiquity.

Whoever looks at it doesn't have to talk about old objects?

The curator's eyes froze the moment he saw the box, and his face instantly stiffened, as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes.

"What are you kidding me?"

The curator's voice trembled, as if he was trying to suppress the panic in his heart.

This thing may be unfamiliar to others.

After all, you can only see it a few times in your life.

But for those who live on this bowl of rice, the curator is no less familiar with him than ordinary people are familiar with mobile phones.

Can the urn also be given away as a "good thing"?

Martin ignored the curator's reaction, he calmly opened the urn, revealing the gray-white ashes inside, and then spoke slowly.

"I just dug it out of the ground, and it's said to be the bones of an anonymous man, I think this is what you call 'making the most of it', right?"

The curator's face became even more ugly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if trying to control his emotions.

"How can you do this?" The curator's voice almost roared, and his eyes were full of doubts and doubts: "Are you mocking me?" Insulting me? ”

Martin didn't answer, just looked at the curator quietly, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

The curator suddenly seemed to realize something, and his eyes sharpened, staring straight at Martin.

"Did you bring him here?!"

There was a hint of panic in the curator's voice, and he began to look around, as if looking for the hidden police.

Martin remained silent, his silence seemed to be a kind of acquiescence, which made the curator's heart sink to the bottom.

"Martin! You have made a big mistake and still think you are a messenger of justice?! ”

The night watchman in the room also came out, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Do you have a lot of poop in your head? Bring the urn that the horse dug out of nowhere, to the funeral home?! ”

"You sell their organs, and you deserve it!"

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Martin was not intimidated and chose the front hard steel.

"Organ trafficking? Who? The night watchman asked rhetorically with a dark face.

"That's you! I heard you all talking in the room just now! ”

Curator: "? ”

"I told you I sold my organs?"

Yes?

If you think about it, the curator just seemed to be talking about "illegally transporting some organs".

So, they didn't sell it, they gave it away for free?

"The body must have been dragged away by some unknown creature."

Looking at Jiang Xiao pointing out the drag marks on the ventilation duct, the curator swore and said.

Jiang Xiao frowned, staring at the curator like a torch, and his voice was cold and direct.

"Curator, the disappeared corpse, are you the ghost? I wasn't there last night, and you have plenty of time to do all this. ”

The curator's face became complicated, his eyes flickering, as if weighing something.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Jiang Xiao, I admit that you weren't there last night, but that doesn't mean that you can blame at will, I was also very surprised by the disappearance of the body."

"Accident?" Jiang Xiao sneered: "This is a funeral home, not a vegetable market, how could the body disappear for no reason?" Unless someone hands on it. ”

The curator's hands were clenched tightly, his throat rolling, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Do you have proof? If not, I suggest you'd better retract your charges. ”

Jiang Xiao didn't flinch, he walked to the ventilation duct and pointed to the drag marks on it.

Doesn't these marks tell the whole story? The body was dragged away from here, and the creature is unknown, so I'm a three-year-old? ”

"That doesn't prove that we did it." The Night's Watch interjected, his voice still cold.

"Really?" Jiang Xiao turned his head and stabbed at the night watchman like a knife: "Then you explain, what happened here last night?" As the Great Treasury Nightwatchman, you really haven't heard anything? ”

(End of chapter)