The police station was very efficient, and it wasn't long before Bai Mo heard the sound of police sirens outside Lanbei Street.
Lu Zhan, dressed in casual clothes, led several police officers through the alley and entered Lanbei Street.
Bai Mo had been waiting where he was. When he saw everyone appearing, he hurriedly greeted them and brought them to the coffin shop.
"Officer Lu, this is where I heard two people talking about trading corpses. They are still inside."
Lu Zhan nodded. He had just learned the general story of the whole thing on the phone.
But let me tell you something, if you don't stay in the restricted area for a taboo sequence, why are you still on the road to fighting crime...
He secretly complained in his mind when he saw someone secretly pointing to the signboard of the coffin shop and reminding him in a low voice: "Team Lu, this is the extradition to Huangquan."
"Um."
Lu Zhan was unmoved. He straightened his expression, first motioned for Bai Mo to retreat, and then winked at a police officer.
The latter understood instantly, kicked open the half-open store door, and quickly rushed in with several police officers.
"Don't move!"
…
There were two people standing in the coffin shop at this time.
There were several translucent coffins placed in the room, and in each coffin lay a cold corpse. They were old and young, and their remains were well arranged, as if they were asleep.
Paper money, ghost coins, candles... all kinds of commonly used objects were piled randomly in the corner, and colorful papers were scattered on the ground.
The center of the room was the emptiest, and a red coffin stood upright in the center. The whole body was covered with thick chains, which looked quite strange.
The two people in the room were both extraordinary people. They had long heard the sirens outside. At this time, 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." The other middle-aged man, who was not tall and had a rough life, smiled lightly and said calmly, "They are just passing by, not looking for us..."
Before he could finish his words, the door of the coffin shop was kicked open violently.
"..."
Scarface was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the corner of his mouth twitching and turned his head to slowly look at the short man.
"Didn't you say...they didn't come to find us?"
The short man was obviously stunned for a moment, but he soon regained his composure and chuckled: "Don't worry, how can you be unprepared in our line of work?"
"I have anticipated similar situations happening a long time ago, so I have already prepared them."
"Don't move!"
"Everyone hold their heads and squat in the corner!"
While he was speaking, several police officers broke into the door, turned on the lights in the house, and shouted menacingly while searching everywhere.
Seeing that these people came with bad intentions, Scarface was a little hesitant, but when he thought of what the short man said, "It has been taken care of a long time ago," he couldn't help but feel a little more confident.
He looked calm and stood motionless.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? I told you to squat in the corner!" Suddenly, a police officer stared at him fiercely.
Scarface's expression froze.
Is this guy...yelling at me?
"hurry up!"
When he was at a loss, he suddenly stumbled and received a solid kick from the opponent.
"That's you!"
Scarface opened his mouth to say something, but when he turned around, he realized that the short man beside him had long disappeared, and his expression suddenly became more exciting.
Looking towards the corner, I saw, 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 printed on the back.
He weighed it for a moment, then reluctantly squatted next to the short man, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you...didn't you say you had taken care of it?"
The short man smiled and said hesitantly: "I don't know any of these people..."
Before Scarface could get angry, he said quickly: "Don't worry, they are just looking around and can't touch us... You should also know that I never leave any evidence of my actions."
Seeing his confident expression, Scarface suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, a police officer was heard to say sternly: "We received a report that someone here has been illegally selling corpses for a long time, and even ten minutes ago was planning a sinister transaction of chopping off hands and gouging out eyes!"
"?"
Scarface trembled all over and turned his head numbly: "Didn't you mean..."
He was going crazy.
It was obvious that their conversation just now was overheard.
This is called no evidence?
"It doesn't make sense..."
The short man shrank his neck. The paper man in charge of letting out the wind never gave any feedback, indicating that no one should be approaching outside.
Could it be that I met a master?
Even so, he still did not panic. Seeing the ugly look on Scarface's face, he breathed a sigh of relief and said in relief:
"Don't worry, those who do business on Lanbei Street are basically extraordinary people. The police will know this, so they won't do anything to us. After all, selling corpses is not a big deal..."
While he was talking, the noisy room suddenly became quiet. The fierce police officers stopped shouting and stood aside obediently.
A young man with a smile walked into the coffin shop. He glanced around the room casually, his eyes lingering on the red coffin for a moment, then walked behind the two squatting people and bent down to look at them.
Scarface felt something in his heart. 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 died on the spot.
He was even thinking that he might as well just find a coffin and lie in it...
Isn’t this fucking Lu Zhan!
Doesn't he work in the Prohibition Bureau? When did he change his career to become a police officer?
"Why are you shaking? I told you it's okay."
The short man didn't know why, and thought that this guy was too courageous. With such a psychological quality, he still dared to help people buy corpses...
He turned his head dissatisfied and met a smiling face.
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
"Gulu."
In the room, the sound of someone swallowing saliva was clearly audible.
"Yes, it seems you all know me, so things will be easier to handle..."
Seeing how timid these two guys were, Lu Zhan was bored. He stood up, stretched out and said lazily, "I heard that someone is selling corpses here, is it you two?"
As he spoke, he walked back and forth casually, checking the coffins in the store.
"It's...it's us." Scarface said tremblingly.
"rest assured."
When Lu Zhan wasn't paying attention, the short man suppressed his fear and said to him, "I checked the corpses before collecting them. They are just ordinary corpses. The corpse you want was an orphan during his lifetime. The Forbidden Bureau will not
As for those who would trouble us over such a trivial matter."
"Also, have you forgotten, I have put up the sign of 'Extradition from Huangquan'!"
The more he talked, the more he felt at ease, but he saw that Scar's face was pale and he looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot.
Scarface almost cried, wondering if this guy's mouth had been opened. Didn't he find anything wrong?
"Please stop talking, I just want to live a few more years..." he begged.
The short man was about to speak when he suddenly shivered all over and felt that the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped a lot.
"Why is it so cold..."
He felt uneasy, as if he had realized something, and quickly turned his head to look in a certain direction, sweating profusely.
Somewhere in the room.
Lu Zhan stopped in front of a coffin and looked at the corpse inside, not knowing what he was thinking.
He stopped smiling and his face looked horribly ugly.
