The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 54
After Viscount Beckman left, Beomy didn't wait long, and after the deputy director met with a few more visitors, he was brought to the study cubicle by Tom.

"Good day, Director Black!" Beomie greeted Mr. Deputy Director who was writing something on the desk, and then sat down on the chair opposite the desk.

Deputy Chief Blake raised his head, showing a Chinese character face, he seemed to remember who it was when he saw Beomi: "Oh, it's you!" He casually put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Beomi carefully. Mi: "What's the matter with you?"

"Is such that……"

Beomi briefly recounted the case from last night.

"So, what kind of assistance does the sweeper organization need?" Deputy Director Black with a square face didn't show any expression. Even after hearing about fifty or sixty corpses, his expression didn't fluctuate.

"We need the Nancheng branch to send a team to help maintain order nearby!" Beomi frowned slightly: "After all, the case of killing so many people at once will still cause a lot of impact."

"Is this necessary to block the news?"

"...If possible, it would be best!" Beomi nodded solemnly.

"Okay!" Deputy Director Black tapped his right index finger on the desk unconsciously a few times, and then said, "I will arrange for someone to do the blocking of the news!"

"Thank you very much for your support!" Beomi stood up and bowed to Black.

"By the way, because there are too many corpses to be processed this time, I need to temporarily borrow the carriage from the Nancheng Branch."

"Hmm..." Black frowned, thinking that to deal with fifty or sixty corpses, a few large carriages were indeed needed.

"Okay, I'll let Alan coordinate this matter, you can go to him with this!" Deputy Director Black tore a note from the raft of notes on the table, brushed it a few times, and then covered it again After getting his own seal, the assistant who had been standing by the side quickly picked it up and handed it to Beomi.

"I'm still waiting at the scene, so I'll take my leave first!"

After receiving the deputy director's warrant, Beomi left without delay.

Go out and turn right, walk a few steps, and you will arrive at the physical evidence office.

Allen seems to have just started working at this point, with a dazed look on his face, a little distracted, and he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and he seems to be able to fall asleep at any time.

The tools of the Evidence Office are very familiar with Beomina. After all, Allen takes Beomie here every now and then, asking Beomie to teach them the advanced double-entry bookkeeping method and so on.

Seeing Beomi coming in, the clever tool man hurried over to bring Alan back to his senses...

"Ah, Baomi, you're here, sit down, sit down..." Allen gasped as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if he had come to life again, and hurriedly called Baomie to sit down.

"Sir Beckman has been gone for about ten minutes..."

Beomi probably guessed the root cause of Alan's dead dog appearance, so she spoke.

"Finally gone..."

Hearing this news, Allen seemed to be revived instantly full of blood and demons, and returned to his previous appearance... Well, his previous appearance is the appearance of a salted fish.

Although the appearance of salted fish is better than that of the walking dead just now, it is hard to say which one is better, but fortunately, the look in his eyes has recovered.

"I haven't seen you for a day, why is it so long?" Beomi sat down on the corner of Allen's desk, her eyes a little playful.

"My old man is back. I accompanied him to inspect the cannery yesterday afternoon, and I was scolded all the way..."

Speaking of this, the trash Allen began to complain, and began to describe his tragic experience yesterday.

"Stop, stop!" Beomi hurriedly stopped him.If you really want this scumbag to talk, he can mutter for hours.

"I'm here to ask you to go on a field trip! Here, your uncle's warrant!" Beomi slapped the warrant in front of Allen, blocking his subsequent complaints.

"..." Allen looked aggrieved, but his uncle's order could not be ignored, so he had to pick up the warrant with a bitter face and look at it.

"Wood, you go to the backyard and ask Donatello to call that guy Donald back. I have a warrant from the deputy chief here. Let him come back within half an hour and bring all the carriages of the police station with him. !"

Allen read the deputy director's warrant, and then ordered a tool man closest to him to run errands.

"Why do you need so many carriages all of a sudden?" Allen, who had regained his appearance as a salted fish, leaned on his seat in an unsettled manner, and asked curiously.

"...Secret mission!" Beomy thought for a while, but still didn't tell the truth. After all, just now, Deputy Chief Blake said that he would block the news. Before lunch time, the entire Nancheng branch knew about it...

"Cut, as if I want to know!" Allen curled his lips in disdain.

"You just put on the silver-trimmed uniform and started pretending!" Allen seemed very dissatisfied that Beomi threw himself away and went out, with a look of envy and hatred...

"How should I say, I'm also a Transcendent now, and the Sweeper organization doesn't allow casual disclosure of mission information! I have to obey the rules!" Beomi resisted the urge to elbow Allen, coldly face explained.

Although the tool people in the physical evidence office are very salty, the enthusiasm for gossip in their hearts is really fluffy.If he didn't explain himself, rumors about his breakup with Allen would probably spread tomorrow.

"Hmph..." Allen shrugged noncommittally, and then was attracted by the silver-trimmed uniform on Beomie's body.

"The material of your clothes looks much higher than that of ordinary sweepers..."

"Snapped".

Beomi slapped Alan's salty pig's hand away. This funny guy didn't seem to know how to be afraid, and even wanted to touch the sweeper's uniform with his hands.

You must know that although the Sweeper was established not long ago, the dark blue uniform has long been equated with "dead corpse" in Backlund.Ordinary people will only feel unlucky or a little panicked when they see the sweeper.

It's good for this fool, but he still wants to touch it?
"Tell me, how does it feel to be a Transcendent?" Allen didn't feel anything when he didn't touch Beomi's uniform, and asked with a wretched face.

"...That's it..."

Asking Beomy to describe his feelings after becoming a superhuman, he really didn't think there was any difference, but it was a bit magical to be able to see all kinds of spirit bodies, other aspects... so-so!Quite average!
"Then what kind of magical ability have you acquired?" Curious baby Alan thinks it's great that his good buddy is a superhuman. Now he can get first-hand information, and then pretend to be a supernatural being at the class reunion. Force something.

"Does it count to let a corpse with a crushed head run by itself?"

"...uh..." Allen was a little stuck.

"Or let the corpse get into the body bag and wrap itself?"

"..." Alan's face turned a little green.

"Or let the corpse speak and talk about how it feels to be disemboweled..."

"Stop talking..." Allen stretched out his hand with an ugly face to stop Beomi's description.

This kind of novelty hunting ability can't be used as a pretense at all.

It's just a school reunion, not a horror story club, are you sure you won't be held down and beaten up if you talk about this kind of stuff?

Cut... rubbish!
Beomi shrugged disdainfully.

Donald was dragged back by Donatello. When he came, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a lipstick mark on his face. It looked like he was pulled up from the bed of a young lady on Briar Street.

However, this guy Donald knows what is good or bad, and he attaches great importance to the deputy director's warrant.Without ambiguity at all, he asked the servant to drive back the big carriage that had already been rented out... After all, if Mr. Deputy Director really missed the matter, his aunt might be fine, and he would definitely be hung up and whipped by his old man a meal.

Donald is very clear about what money can and cannot be accepted.Much better than Alan, the iron waste of the Beckman family, not only because he is two years older than Alan, but also because his father is much more ruthless than Mr. Beckman...

After bidding farewell to the two second-generation ancestors in the Nancheng Police Station, Beomi didn't delay, and directly gathered people and horses in the backyard of the police station, and drove out in seven carriages.

There are quite a few corpse-carrying workers who can drive cars, after all, it is not certain that one day it will be their turn to deliver the corpse to the crematorium outside the city.

Beomie was driven by Aroben's friend, old José. This chunky corpse-bearer seemed to want to act as a force in the group of corpse-bearers in the South City Branch. He wished that other corpse-bearers knew Beomi Have a good relationship with him.

Beomi didn't care about these things either, so she asked old Jose to arrange some people to temporarily tie up a few simple carports, and then got a black cloth from the old Barton in the backyard warehouse, and after covering it, it became a rather simple [pure black airtight car] .

Departing from the back door of the police station, they took a few detours through a small road with few people, and finally drove all seven carriages to the crime scene in the suburbs without causing any unnecessary crowds.

"Mr. Jose, tell the others to go in later, and don't spread what you see!" After getting out of the car, Beomi explained to old Jose before entering the door.

"Don't worry, old Jose is doing business, you can just rest assured!" Some people went crazy old Jose slapped his chest loudly.

Then he went to give a lecture to other strange corpse-carriers, and Beomi vaguely heard [withholding salary] or something like that.

The traveler shook his head helplessly, walked to the gate of the waste furniture factory, finished handing over with the night bearers guarding here, and watched the three night bearers in black go away in their carriage.

Enough body bags and various tools were installed on the seven carriages, and more than [-] people were busy working together, and nearly [-] corpses were packed into the carts within two hours.

Because Beomi is a high-level sweeper and has certain privileges, this batch of corpses does not need to be sent to the Nancheng Sub-bureau for [temporary release], because there is no need to [identify the corpse].

This batch of corpses was directly loaded into a car and sent to a crematorium outside the city for incineration.

Nearly sixty corpses were loaded into six carriages, and then they set off again to the crematorium outside the city.

Old Jose knew that this mission needed to be kept secret, so he deliberately led the corpse truck around the hidden path outside the city, and ran all the way to try to deliver it to the crematorium outside the city before lunch.

As the person in charge of this mission, Beomi, a senior sweeper, did not follow to the crematorium outside the city, but called a few corpse collectors who were left behind to clean up the traces of the scene.

It didn't take Beomy much to clean up the scene, he was just directing, and it didn't take too long to finish it.

Then I found an old friend of Arrowben to drive the car, and finally returned to the Nancheng branch before lunch.

As for the remaining corpse-carriers, they had to walk back by themselves. Fortunately, it was not too far away, about three or four kilometers away.

Most corpse bearers have long been used to this kind of walking. You must know that they usually carry corpses tightly wrapped in body bags on their backs. This time, they are happy and relaxed without carrying corpses.

After handing over this [special mission] at the police station, Beomi declined Alan's invitation to open a small stove in the pawn shop next door, took a taxi and went back to the sweeper's office.

(End of this chapter)