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"Think about it, since people are dead, why can't we make the most of them? Why not use their internal organs, which should have turned to ashes, to save the lives of other people?"
That's all fallacy!
The principle of not doing evil even if it is small is something we learned in elementary school, right?
Martin took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.
He nodded slowly to the curator, said nothing more, and silently told himself that he must find out the truth.
The most urgent task now is
Perhaps we could use that thing to test him?
"Curator, guess what good stuff I brought you?"
"Ok?"
The curator was taken aback, only then remembering that this man had vowed this morning to create a wilderness.
The incident happened so suddenly that I forgot why he came back.
Did they even bring themselves some nice things?
The curator asked Martin with a suspicious look.
What did you bring me?
Martin's hands trembled slightly as he slowly took out an exquisite box from his homemade backpack. The box was engraved with intricate patterns and gleamed with a faint luster.
The yellowed photos, in particular, give it an antique feel.
Anyone who sees it would have to say it's an old item.
The curator's eyes froze the moment he saw the box; his face instantly stiffened, as if he could hardly believe his eyes.
"What kind of joke are you playing on me?"
The curator's voice trembled, as if he was trying to suppress his inner panic.
This thing might be unfamiliar to others.
Can urns now be given away as "good things"?
Martin ignored the curator's reaction. He calmly opened the urn, revealing the grayish-white ashes inside, and then slowly spoke.
“I just dug this out of the ground. It’s said to be the remains of an unknown person. I think this is what you mean by ‘making the best use of resources’?”
The curator's face grew even uglier, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.
"How could you do this?" The curator's voice was almost a shout, his eyes filled with doubt and suspicion. "Are you mocking me? Insulting me?"
Martin did not answer, but simply looked at the curator silently, his eyes showing no emotion.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, the curator's eyes sharpened, and he stared intently at Martin.
"Did you bring him here?!"
The curator's voice betrayed a hint of panic as he began to look around, seemingly searching for any hidden police officers.
Martin remained silent, his silence seeming like a tacit agreement, which sank the curator's heart to the bottom.
"Martin! You've made a grave mistake, and you still think you're a champion of justice?!"
The night watchman came out of the room, his face instantly turning extremely grim.
"Is your brain made of shit?! You're taking an urn of ashes that you dug up from who-knows-where to the funeral home?!"
"You sell their organs, and you deserve it!"
Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, Martin was not intimidated and chose to confront them head-on.
"Organ trafficking? Who?" the Night Watchman asked with a dark expression.
"It was you! I heard everything you were saying in the room!"
curator:"?"
"Did I tell you I sold my organs?"
what?
Upon closer reflection, it seems the curator just mentioned "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."
Seeing the drag marks Jiang Xiao pointed out on the ventilation duct, the curator said with certainty.
Jiang Xiao frowned, staring intently at the curator, his voice cold and direct.
"Director, was the disappearance of the body your doing? I wasn't here last night, so you had plenty of time to do all this."
The curator's expression became complicated, his eyes flickering as if he were weighing something.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.
“Jiang Xiao, I admit you weren’t here last night, but that doesn’t mean you can make accusations at will. I was also very surprised by the disappearance of the body.”
"An accident?" Jiang Xiao sneered. "This is a funeral home, not a vegetable market. How could a body disappear for no reason? Unless someone tampered with it."
The curator clenched his hands tightly, his throat bobbed, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"Do you have any evidence? If not, I suggest you withdraw your accusation."
Jiang Xiao did not back down. He walked to the ventilation duct and pointed to the drag marks on it.
"Don't these marks prove everything? The body was dragged away from here, and it's an unknown creature? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
“That doesn’t prove we did it,” the Night Watchman interjected, his voice still cold.
"Is that so?" Jiang Xiao turned his head, his gaze piercing the Night's Watch like a knife: "Then explain what happened here last night? As the Night's Watchman of the Great Warehouse, you really didn't hear anything?"
Chapter 365 Hundred Ghosts Night Parade
The watchman said, "We did have some personal matters to attend to last night, but they had nothing to do with the body."
"Private matters?" Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow dismissively. "What a coincidence, the body was disposed of while you were dealing with your private matters?"
this.
Surely the two of them wouldn't be so foolish as to admit that they stayed in the lobby all night, trying to see if Jiang Xiao would come back alive?
'Sizzle'
The lights emitted a piercing sound, then began to flicker on and off.
The watchman and the curator's expressions shifted in the flickering light, their expressions uncertain as they considered whether to break off all pretense of civility.
The Night's Watchman's throat bobbed, and he was about to speak when a sudden gust of wind blew by.
The window was flung open by the wind with a "bang," and the night outside rushed in.
Through the window, one can see a group of shadows whose faces are indistinct, drifting past outside the window like ghosts wandering in the night.
The curator suddenly turned his head, looking nervously out the window, his hand unconsciously reaching for the concealed object at his waist, as if seeking some kind of comfort.
The Night's Watchman gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, as if he had made a decision.
Jiang Xiao shifted his gaze from the Night Watchmen and turned to look at the eerie shadows.
There was no fear in his eyes, only an unfathomable calm.
He walked quietly to the window and reached out to try to touch the fleeting shadows, but his hand passed right through them, as if they were just illusions in the air.
The only feeling I could sense was a chill and a faint sadness.
How can this kid be so bold?
The curator and the night watchman could not understand, but were deeply shocked.
The shadows outside the window seemed to sense the tense atmosphere inside and began to become more active, circling the window and making a soft buzzing sound.
The lights flickered on and off again, this time accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that pierced the heart.
is her!
The person making the sound had a grotesque face.
This time, Jiang Xiao was 100% certain that there was more than one ghost face. At the very least, the face outside was different from the little girl's face.
This seemed to be the first face Jiang Xiao had ever seen.
It's really low-class; it looks like it had blush on, and it ran away in embarrassment after Jiang Xiao noticed.
Moreover, judging from the situation, this little ghost face seems to be the one controlling these shadows.
Jiang Xiao nodded approvingly.
"You've got something special. I thought you were wearing makeup before."
This makeup is absolutely divine!
The little imp outside frowned, then became even more focused on controlling the shadows, trying to get them to come in through the window.
However, the peach wood sword hanging on Jiang Xiao's waist was simply too intimidating.