No trace of espionage

Chapter 768 Opening the Grave

Lin Chuang did not wear a police uniform, but a suit with a black trench coat with the collar turned up, a black top hat, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

This kind of image looks like a rich man at first glance, but no one would have guessed that this is the police chief of SH City.

Lin Chuang took out a cigarette and handed one to the fat and short corpse collector.

When the corpse collector saw that it was "Hadmen", he quickly took it and put it on his ear.

"Hardman" cigarettes are not affordable for most people, and those who smoke them are either rich or expensive.

Lin Chuang doesn't have a big addiction to cigarettes, that is, he smokes one occasionally.

Speaking of it, the reason why he loves this cigarette is very simple, because of an advertisement on the cigarette pack.

There are two beauties on the cigarette pack, and the advertisement is like this: "The two of them said, smoke back and forth..."

Hehe, the person who designed this ad is so fucking talented!
……

"Master, please take a step to speak, don't disturb the monk chanting." Lin Chuang said.

The chunky corpse collector followed Lin Chuang out of the door.

"One of my servants disappeared a month ago. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. It is said that he is dead, but the mass grave could not find his body. So let me see if he was buried in a cemetery?" Lin Chuang asked.

"More than a month ago? It's been too long, so it's not easy to find." Humpty Worker shook his head and said.

"How many corpses can you bury in a day?"

"It's hard to say. Usually, three to five are buried a day. Now it's cold, and many people died of freezing and starvation. Now, more than a dozen are buried a day."

"Oh. Did you take the initiative to restrain these corpses, or did someone send them to your door?"

"All of them. Some were sent by companions or relatives. These people are foreigners who can't afford a coffin. We buried them in a thin coffin in our villa. There are also people who don't care. As long as a kind person sends us a letter , If someone dies, we will also go and bring the body back.”

"Will you collect the corpses on the mass grave?"

Hearing the words, the short and fat constricting worker looked at Lin Chuang vigilantly, and said, "No, I dare not collect it."

"Why?" Lin Chuang asked in surprise.

"They were all beaten to death by the Japanese or the police. They were not poor bachelors or beggars. We did good deeds and did not dare to cause trouble to our superiors.

Of course, most of these people are political prisoners with accomplices, and the corpses will be secretly taken away by the accomplices. Those without affiliations also have ordinary people who sympathize with them. They will be sent to the villa, and we will treat them as unowned corpses. . "

"Such a person is easy to identify, isn't it?"

"Well, it's easy to identify. They are all with injuries on their bodies."

"Then, master, please recall, did you restrain such a corpse about one month to forty days ago?"

As Lin Chuang said, he stuffed a dollar and said in a low voice, "Buy a pack of cigarettes."

The short and fat worker quickly collected the money and said, "No, we haven't collected a single one since the first year."

"You don't remember wrong, do you?" Lin Chuang asked.

"No. To be honest, such people are very special. Either they have bullet holes in their bodies, or they are covered with wounds all over their bodies. We can tell at a glance. For poor bachelors and beggars, monks usually recite the "Mantra of Rebirth". For such a person, he will read it three times."

"Okay, thank you master." After Lin Chuang finished speaking, he stuffed the remaining pack of "Hardmen" cigarettes into the hand of the short and fat constrictor.

After Lin Chuang finished speaking, he turned his head and walked to the car.

"This gentleman!"

Just a few steps away, the short and fat restrainer called Lin Chuang to stop.

"Master, what's the matter?" Lin Chuang looked back at him.

"A few days ago, someone sent two corpses, saying that they were carried from the mass graves. I wonder if there is anyone you are looking for?" said the short and fat worker.

"Oh? Two? How many days?" Lin Chuang asked.

"Four or five days." Humpty Worker was not very sure.

Lin Chuang calculated, four or five days ago, wasn't it the time when Qu Rubing was killed?

He was startled, and quickly asked: "Tell me about their specific conditions, such as what they look like, and what injuries are there?"

"One is taller, and the corpse is more than 1.7 meters. You know, people will convulse after death, and the corpse is 1.7 meters. When alive, the minimum is 1.8 meters." Humpty Worker said.

He was right.

After death, due to water loss and muscle atrophy, the height is generally shortened by 2 cm to 20 cm.

"This is in line with Jiang Hua's height." Lin Chuang thought.

"What about the other one?" Lin Chuang asked.

"The other 1.6 meters is more than three, and it was about 1.7 meters when he was alive." Humpty Worker replied.

It also fits Tian Chungeng's height.

"What about the others?" Lin Chuang asked.

"The tall man had multiple wounds on his body, including two bullet holes, but they were all old wounds. The short man also had wounds on his body. There were no gunshot wounds, but all new wounds. It looked like he had been whipped, his nails were pulled out, and his feet were connected. The nails were all pulled out, it’s too miserable.” The short and fat worker said with a sigh.

"Are the tall man's two bullet holes on his back?" Lin Chuang asked.

"Yes, it's on the back." Humpty Worker looked at Lin Chuang in surprise and replied.

Lin Chuang thought to himself: "Judging from the height and gunshot wounds, the tall man looks like Jiang Hua. The latter's height is similar to Tian Chungeng, but why is there an old wound and a new wound? The most urgent thing now is to find out whether the two corpses are the same. It's them."

Thinking of this, Lin Chuang asked: "Master, do you have anything that can identify these two people?"

"No. Nothing but a battered set of clothes."

"You mean, to find out who these two people are, the only way is to open the coffin?"

"I can only open the coffin." The short and fat worker nodded affirmatively, and said, "Fortunately, it is cold now, and the corpse is not easy to perish. If it is a few days later, even if the coffin is opened, it may not be recognized."

"Then, please help Master, I want to open the coffin and identify the corpse." Lin Chuang said.

"No, no, no, sir. Everyone cares about being buried in the ground. It's not sure whether those two people are the ones you're looking for. How can you just open the coffin and identify the corpse? It's not a joke to startle the dead, no, no." Short The fat foreman shook like a rattle, and resolutely rejected Lin Chuang's request.

"Hey, let me tell you, you only recognize the dead, not the living?" Li Honglin became anxious when he heard this, stared at him, and pushed the short and fat worker hard.

When Lin Chuang heard this, he almost beat up Li Honglin, what the hell?How unlucky?
"Okay, Da Ya, Master and the others are doing good deeds, so they can't be violent." Lin Chuang waved his hand to stop Li Honglin.

The dumpy worker was frightened by Li Honglin, and he couldn't speak.

Lin Chuang didn't believe Humpty Worker's words at all.

The cemetery was originally used to contain unowned corpses. If someone came to identify the corpse, would he not open the grave?It doesn't make sense.

The reason why he said that was probably because he thought he was rich and wanted to blackmail two people.

Lin Chuang took out ten yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the short and fat worker: "Master, help me, buy more incense paper, candles and sacrifices, and pay homage to the dead. If it is really my subordinate, I will give him Take away his bones, send them back to his hometown, and let his dead soul return to his homeland, you have done a good deed, right?"

(End of this chapter)