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I leave in the morning and return in the afternoon.
Thinking back to how resolute I was when I left, I scurried back like a stray dog with my tail between my legs in less than a day.
To be honest, I feel a little uneasy.
Soldiers are very fast!
He grabbed the cloth bag and began to walk briskly along the path.
The drizzle whispered in his ear, but Martin's heart remained restless.
First, there was the strange little girl, and now this incongruous urn.
The two seem to be unrelated, but both seem to have the intention of forcing him back to the funeral home.
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
I only felt a cold wind blow by.
Under the big willow tree ahead, a little girl with bare feet appeared.
She stood there blankly, her long, rain-soaked hair plastered to her pale face, water droplets dripping down her cheeks.
The scene is both serene and eerie.
"You really did come back." The little girl's voice was weak.
Martin felt a chill run down his spine. He gripped the bag tightly, a strange sense of unease rising within him.
So this is what the Dragon Kingdom meant when they said there was a divine will at work?
Did she already know she was going back?
So that's why no coercive measures were taken when I encountered myself this morning?
“What are you doing here?” Martin tried to make his voice sound firm.
The little girl didn't answer, but just repeated one sentence.
"There are bad people in the funeral home, there are bad people inside."
Martin frowned, feeling even more uneasy. He knew that this little girl was no ordinary person, and there must be a reason for her appearance.
But even if he knew there were bad people in the funeral home, what could he do?
Hit him?
He wasn't Jiang Xiao; if he had even half of Jiang Xiao's skill, Martin would have gone on a killing spree long ago.
Martin asked, wanting to know more details, such as who the bad guy was.
If it's just the curator, he could try to persuade the Night's Watchman and see if they could cooperate.
The little girl raised her head and looked directly into Martin's eyes, eyes that seemed to see through all appearances and reach the depths of his heart.
Her voice suddenly became firm, a stark contrast to her youthful appearance.
"You shouldn't be here."
Martin took a deep breath, his mind racing.
God the hell shouldn't I have come?
It's not like I wanted to come here. This is a ghost story that was chosen. Do you think I have any room to struggle?
I'd like to ask something else.
But blood began to gush from the girl's face.
The horrifying scene left Martin frozen in place, too afraid to make a move.
Seeing that the other party seemed to have no ill intentions, Martin took a deep breath, started walking, and continued on his way to the funeral home, bypassing the willow tree.
Before it got completely dark, Martin, who had been rushing, finally returned to where his dream had begun.
The hall was empty except for a single chandelier casting a faint glow.
Martin looked around, trying to find the staff on duty, but the silence made him uneasy.
He walked down the corridor, intending to find the most harmless Bao Lebin.
Just then, a low voice came from a door behind them.
"Ok?"
Martin held his breath and crept closer; his intuition told him that the little girl's words were not unfounded.
There must be bad people among the masses.
He pressed his face against the crack in the door and, through the slightly ajar opening, saw two figures facing off in the dimly lit room, though he couldn't make out who they were.
However, the content of the conversation made Martin's heart sink to the bottom.
"The deal is settled. I'll deliver the goods first thing tomorrow morning."
"What about the body? Are you sure you can dispose of it? It's not rotten yet, is it?"
"Don't worry, there are plenty of places outside, it won't be difficult to handle."
Martin's heart skipped a beat.
It's day!
Are there two bad guys among the crowd?!
Although their faces are not clearly visible, it is not difficult to distinguish them by their voices. These two are the curator and the night watchman!
transaction?
Corpse?
Martin immediately thought of two possibilities based on the two keywords.
Organ trafficking, or selling organs to some kind of perverted cannibal or something.
But who would like to eat rotten food?
In conclusion, this funeral home is most likely involved in illegal transactions such as the sale of human organs.
Not only Martin, but everyone in the live stream also guessed this.
However, some people have raised questions.
[If I don't understand, I'll ask. If I remember correctly, after death, the body's organs suffer from insufficient oxygen supply, and they usually lose their activity within minutes to hours, right?]
Hey, that's right, but what you might not know is that simply injecting some solvents or freezing the body can completely prolong the lifespan of the organs.
If that's the case...
[I finally understand why the female corpse that Okamon Hirozuka was carrying still smelled bad after two or three days, and even the lividity was almost gone. It turns out it was treated with drugs~]
No wonder I always felt the curator was both good and bad; now I understand.
[He's good to him because the curator also fears things that are unseen, which aligns with the Chosen One's stance.]
[The reason he's considered bad is because the curator's actions are shady; to be bold, perhaps these ghost stories only emerged after the curator started selling organs.]
Chapter 364 Organ Smuggling
Martin's heart was pounding like a drum outside, and his palms were already sweaty.
He knew he couldn't stay there too long, or the consequences would be dire if he were discovered.
Just as they were about to leave quietly, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the curator appeared in the doorway.
"Martin, what are you doing here?"
The curator's voice was deep and powerful, and his eyes revealed a hint of something indescribable.
Martin's heart sank; he knew he had nowhere to run.
He gripped the cloth bag tightly, trying to remain calm, but his voice still trembled involuntarily.
"Director, I... I was just passing by."
The curator sneered and walked steadily toward Martin, his tone carrying an unquestionable air.
“Martin, don’t think I don’t know what you just heard, but I’m telling you, I did illegally transport some organs, that’s right, but it was also making the best use of them. I’m not a bad person.”
Martin stared wide-eyed at the curator in disbelief.
Making the best use of resources?
He couldn't understand why someone who traffics in human organs would say he wasn't a bad person.
How thick-skinned do you have to be to say such shameless things?
The curator seemed to see through Martin's confusion. He sighed and continued.
“I know you must be very confused and scared right now, but what you need to know is that these organs were all legally obtained and are intended to save lives. I am just an intermediary, and I ensure that these organs can be delivered to the patients who urgently need them in a timely manner.”
Martin was in turmoil. He didn't know who to believe or what to do. He could only stand there blankly, trying to process the curator's words.
Seeing that Martin still looked confused, the curator gently patted him on the shoulder, his tone softening.
“Martin, I know this is all too sudden for you, but right now, what you need to do is stay calm and not let fear take over your reason. I assure you, this little evil I did was all for a greater good.”