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"First of all, we cannot rule out any possibilities, including the possibility that the female corpse left on its own."
"Leave on your own? How is that possible!"
Bao Lebin's voice was almost a scream, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
“Impossible things have happened more than once in this funeral home.” The director’s voice was low and heavy. He turned to the three of them and said, “We must act immediately and find out the truth.”
The four quickly dispersed and began searching every corner of the warehouse.
Jiang Xiao walked to the empty iron frame, squatted down, and carefully examined the dust on the ground.
There are drag marks here.
Jiang Xiao's voice suddenly rang out, and he pointed to a tiny mark on the ground.
"Not just the female corpse, all the bodies in the freezer have disappeared!"
The discovery by the night watchman escalated the tension within the vault.
His words were like a bolt from the blue, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
Upon hearing this, Bao Lebin trembled, his hand holding the lantern tightened involuntarily, and the handle creaked. The cold air and the empty freezer made his face turn pale.
The curator followed, his gaze quickly sweeping over the numbers on the freezer to confirm the night watchman's words.
Jiang Xiao did not follow; he remained by the iron frame, continuing to observe the marks on the ground.
He discovered that there were multiple drag marks, not just one, and they intersected, seemingly pointing to a corner of the warehouse.
Something's not right here.
Jiang Xiao muttered to himself. He stood up and slowly walked along the trail, his gaze finally settling on an inconspicuous corner.
There was a small vent there, and the screws on the vent appeared to have been loosened, with minor scratches.
Jiang Xiao crouched down and probed the edge of the vent with his hand. His brows furrowed, and a crazy idea surged into his mind.
"Everyone come and take a look at this!" Jiang Xiao shouted to the others.
The curator and the night watchman hurried over, and Bao Lebin followed with heavy steps.
They gathered around the vent, looking at the marks Jiang Xiao was pointing to.
"This ventilation shaft... Could someone have entered through here?" The curator's voice betrayed disbelief.
"Or something else."
Jiang Xiao added, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.
The Night's Watchman's face grew even paler. He swallowed hard and said in a weak voice.
Everyone: "?"
"Are you out of your mind? If calling the police would help, what are we doing right now?"
The curator agreed with Jiang Xiao and was unwilling to call the police.
“We really can’t call the police.” The curator shook his head, his gaze firm: “Before the police arrive, we have to find out the truth ourselves. If there is something lurking here, we can’t let it escape again.”
Jiang Xiao gave the curator a deep look, feeling that the old man had never been telling the truth.
However, he also had his own thoughts.
If I hadn't grown legs and run away...
That leaves only two possibilities.
First, there's the invisible person in the bathroom; this person is very likely the cleaning worker who mysteriously disappeared.
Secondly, there are the funny faces you see when you're outdoors.
However, Jiang Xiao had a question about the ghost face.
So, he saw the ghost face three times in total, and they were all the same person?
The first time, she had blush on her cheeks, and when Jiang Xiao noticed, she ran away in a panic.
The second time, it was blurry, but because the window couldn't be opened, the ghost face disappeared on its own.
The third one, which was last night, was the one Jiang Xiao chased after, and it was the soul of a little girl with mental disabilities.
It was mentioned in the rules.
Rule 8: If you see a face with blood flowing from all seven orifices outside your window, don't panic; it may just be your imagination.
Clearly, the face Jiang Xiao saw did not correspond to the rules.
Why didn't Jiang Xiao choose to drag the curator over and beat him up?
Some people asked questions in the Dragon Kingdom's live broadcast room, puzzled.
Isn't it obvious? Jiang Xiao is probably worried that he's no match for the Curator and the Night Watchmen combined.
[Mainly because the last fight with the Night's Watch ended in a draw, and also because he used his trump card against Spider-Man, being cautious is probably the best course of action.]
Sigh, Jiang Xiao has changed. I remember he wasn't like this before, so timid and hesitant.
While it has gained composure, its entertainment value has plummeted.
[Sigh, people always grow up, right? Jiang Xiao isn't a child anymore, he's a dad now~]
Martin's curiosity finally overcame his reason.
His hands trembled as he slowly opened the lid of the box, and a grayish-white powder drifted out and landed on the back of his rough hands.
His eyes widened, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
"A generous gift of crabs! What the hell is this?!"
Martin's voice echoed through the wilderness, filled with anger and deep fear.
He knew that the mysterious box contained a long-forgotten past and a life that had ceased to breathe.
He never imagined he would have anything to do with this thing, yet now it appeared before him like an ominous sign.
simply put.
It contains your ashes.
Those waiting in the Lighthouse livestream room to see Martin rise to power were now numb.
[Opening a treasure chest and getting ashes? Is that even possible?]
[I can't take it anymore, I'm laughing so hard I'm going to pee myself! Martin is such a scumbag!]
Chapter 363 Returning to the Funeral Home
mmp!
What the hell is this bad luck!
Martin looked around. The wilderness was vast and empty, and apart from the howling of the wind and rain, everything seemed unusually quiet.
Clearly, this was not a prank.
"No, I can't keep this."
He muttered to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He decided to send the ominous urn to the funeral home.
In his view, the people there should know how to handle this kind of thing.
"The main problem is, I can't just throw this thing away carelessly."
The situation is now quite clear.
He was probably possessed by some evil spirit, and the other party demanded that he be sent back to his hometown.
It probably means sending this urn to his hometown.
How should I send Martin?
Since I can't get rid of it, I'll just have to give it away.
"Big brother, or maybe it's big sister. I know you're here, but I really don't know how to help you get home."
The voice just fell.
The wind and rain around us seemed to have intensified more than twice in an instant.
Martin immediately continued.
"But please rest assured, although I am an amateur, I can hand over your body to a professional organization for processing. What do you think?"
The wind and rain gradually subsided.
After Martin finished eating the toasted bun, the wind and rain outside finally turned into a light drizzle.
Fearing that the strange rain might come down again, Martin decided to set off immediately.
He then slammed the box shut, as if afraid that the ashes inside would scatter again. He carefully stuffed the box into a cloth bag and tied it tightly.
Finally, I looked up and gazed at the road I had come from.
Based on his intuition, it should be around 3:30 pm now.