Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 8 Don't worry, it's fine

The efficiency of the police station was very high, and it didn't take long for Bai Mo to hear the sirens outside Lambei Street.

Wearing casual clothes, Lu Zhan led a few police officers through the alley and entered Lambei Street.

Bai Mo had been waiting on the spot, and when he saw everyone appearing, he hurried up to meet them and brought them to the coffin shop.

"Officer Lu, it's here. I heard with my own ears two people talking about trading corpses. They are still inside."

Lu Zhan nodded, he had just learned the general process of the whole thing on the phone.

But there is one thing to say, you are a taboo sequence, it’s fine if you don’t stay in the restricted area, why are you still on the road of fighting crime...

He complained secretly in his heart, seeing someone secretly pointing to the signboard of the coffin shop, he reminded in a low voice: "Captain Lu, it's Huang Quan's extradition."

"Ah."

Lu Zhan was unmoved, he straightened his expression, first signaled Bai Mo to back away, and then winked at a police officer.

The latter understood instantly, kicked open the half-closed store door, and rushed in with a few police officers.

"Don't move!"

……

At this time, there were two people standing in the coffin shop.

There were several translucent coffins in the room, and in each coffin lay a cold corpse, of various ages, with well-arranged remains, as if asleep.

Paper money, ghost coins, candles... All kinds of daily necessities were randomly piled up in the corners, and colorful papers were scattered all over the place.

The center of the room was the emptiest, and a pair of red coffins stood upright in the center. The whole body was covered by thick chains, which looked rather strange.

The two people in the room were both superhumans. They had heard the sirens outside, and when they noticed the movement outside the door, a man with a scar on his face frowned.

"The police are here," he said.

"Don't worry." Another middle-aged man who is not tall and quite vicissitudes of life smiled lightly and said calmly, "They are just passing by, not here to find us..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the coffin shop was kicked open.

"..."

Scarface was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the corners of his mouth twitch and turned his head to look at the short man slowly.

"Didn't you say...they didn't come to look for us?"

The short man was also obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, how can it be possible that you are not prepared at all for what we do?"

"I expected a situation like this to happen a long time ago, so it was already planned."

"do not move!"

"Everyone hug their heads and squat to the corner!"

While he was speaking, several police officers broke into the door, turned on the lights in the house, and yelled aggressively while searching around.

Seeing that these people were not friendly, Scarface was a little hesitant, but thinking of what the short man said, "it's already taken care of", he couldn't help but feel a little more confident.

He looked calm and stood there motionless.

"Why are you standing there, I told you to squat in the corner!" Suddenly, a police officer stared at him viciously.

Scarface froze.

This guy... is he yelling at me?

"hurry up!"

When he was at a loss, he suddenly staggered and got kicked by the opponent.

"I am talking about you!"

Scarface opened his mouth to say something, but when he turned his head, he realized that the short man beside him had long since disappeared, and his expression suddenly became brighter.

Looking at the corner, as expected, the guy was squatting in the corner with his head in his arms, his posture was quite standard.

... There is also a bright yellow footprint on the back.

He weighed it for a moment, then reluctantly squatted down next to the short man, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you fucking...didn't you say you've taken care of it?"

The short man smiled awkwardly, and said hesitantly, "I don't know any of these people..."

Without waiting for Scarface to attack, he quickly said: "Don't worry, they just look at it casually and can't touch us... You should also know that I never leave evidence when I do things."

Seeing his confident expression, Scarface suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, a police officer sternly said: "We have received a report that someone here has been illegally selling corpses for a long time, and even ten minutes ago they were planning a black-hearted deal of beheading hands and gouging eyes!"

"?"

Scarface trembled all over, and turned his head numbly: "Didn't you say..."

He was going crazy.

Obviously, their conversation just now was overheard.

Is there any fucking proof?

"It doesn't make sense..."

The short man shrank his neck, and the paper figurine in charge of releasing the wind did not give any feedback, which meant that there should be no one approaching outside.

Could it be that you have met a master?
Even so, he still didn't panic. Seeing that Scar's face was ugly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a voice of relief:

"Don't worry, the people who do business on Lambay Street are basically extraordinary people. The police will not be ignorant of this, so they won't do anything to us. After all, selling corpses is not a big deal..."

While speaking, the noisy room suddenly fell silent, and the ferocious police officers stopped clamoring and stood aside obediently.

A smiling young man walked into the coffin shop. He glanced around the room casually, lingering on the red coffin for a while, then walked behind the two squatting people, and bent down to look at them.

Scar's face felt something, he turned his head, and just met the smiling young man's eyes.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, he almost didn't die on the spot.

He was even thinking, why not just find a coffin and lie in it honestly...

Isn't this fucking Lu Zhan!
Didn't he work in the Prohibition Bureau? When did he change his career to become a police officer?
"Why are you trembling? I said it's fine."

The short guy doesn't know why, so I thought that this guy is too timid, he dares to help someone buy a corpse with such a psychological quality...

He turned his head dissatisfied and met a smiling face.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

"Gollum."

In the room, the sound of a swallowing saliva can be clearly heard.

"Yes, it seems that you all know me, then things will be easy..."

Seeing how timid these two guys were, Lu Zhan felt very bored. He got up and stretched, and said lazily, "I heard that there are people selling corpses here, are you two?"

As he spoke, he casually walked back and forth, checking the coffins in the store.

"Yes...it's us." Scarface trembled.

"rest assured."

Taking advantage of Lu Zhan's inattention, the short man suppressed his fear and said to him, "I checked the corpses before collecting them, but they are just ordinary corpses. The corpse you wanted was an orphan even before it was alive. As for making trouble for such a trivial matter."

"Also, have you forgotten, I put up the signboard of 'Huangquan Extradition'!"

The more he talked, the more he felt at ease, but he saw that Dao Scar's face was pale, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

Scarface was about to cry, wondering if this guy's mouth had been opened, didn't his mother notice anything wrong?
"Please stop talking, I just want to live a few more years..." he begged.

The short man was about to speak, but suddenly his whole body shivered, and he felt that the temperature of the room suddenly dropped a lot.

"Why is it so cold..."

He felt uneasy, as if he had realized something, he quickly turned his head to look in a certain direction, sweating profusely.

somewhere in the room.

Lu Zhan stopped in front of a coffin, staring intently at the corpse inside, wondering what he was thinking.

He stopped smiling, and his face was frighteningly ugly.

(End of this chapter)