What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

At this moment, I frowned slightly.

Because the instant Lao Zhang passed by me, I clearly felt a strong, damp, and fishy chill emanating from him.

This is definitely not the cold air from staying in a cold storage for too long, but the real resentment of the dead.

Moreover, this resentment had already invaded his limbs and bones.

Given his weak physical condition, if this yin energy is not eliminated soon, he will inevitably fall seriously ill within three days.

It could even be life-threatening.

"Old Zhang, you don't look well. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"How about I ask Director Wang for leave for you, so you can go home and rest for a couple of days?"

I watched his retreating figure and asked him a question with concern.

Old Zhang paused for a moment, then his shoulders slumped slightly.

He didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand weakly.

"It's nothing, I just caught a bit of a cold last night while working the night shift. It's nothing serious. I'll just go wash my face."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and hurriedly turned into the restroom at the end of the corridor.

Seeing this, I simply shook my head and didn't forcefully chase after him to ask.

Those of us in this line of work have our own rules and taboos. If people don't want to talk about it, I naturally won't meddle.

So I continued walking towards the lounge.

However, as soon as I reached the administrative office area on the second floor, I ran into Xiao Liu, a body transport worker.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you've finally arrived!"

As soon as Xiao Liu saw me, it was like seeing a savior, and he quickly came over and said.

"Director Wang has been waiting for you in his office for a long time. He wants you to go to his office immediately as soon as you arrive at the museum."

"Okay, I got it, I'll be right there." I nodded.

When I reached the door of Director Wang's spacious private office, I raised my hand and gently knocked.

"Enter!"

Director Wang's strong and energetic voice came from inside.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

The air conditioning in the office was on full blast. Looking up, I saw Director Wang sitting in that large, genuine leather boss's chair.

His signature bald head gleamed under the ceiling light.

At this moment, he was holding a purple clay teapot and slowly pouring tea into the small teacups in front of him.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea.

"Oh, Xiao Chen is here! Come on, have a seat."

As soon as Director Wang saw me, his round face immediately filled with a kind smile.

He enthusiastically pointed to the leather sofa opposite him and invited me to sit down.

"Good morning, Director."

I greeted him and then sat down opposite him, maintaining a composed demeanor.

"Come, have a taste. This is some pre-Qingming Tieguanyin tea that I recently had someone bring back from Fujian. It's really good stuff."

Director Wang smiled and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of me.

I picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and the aroma of the tea filled the air; it was indeed a fine tea.

After that, I put down my teacup, looked at him, and got straight to the point:

"Director, why did you call me here so early in the morning? Is something wrong at the facility?"

When I asked Director Wang that question, the smile on his face gradually faded.

He sighed, picked up his purple clay teapot, took a sip, and then shook his head.

"It's all because of that stubborn old Zhang that he caused all this trouble."

He looked up at me, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "You ran into him on the first floor, didn't you?"

I nodded and answered truthfully:

"We ran into him. Old Zhang looked terrible, like... he'd been hit by something?"

"Hmph, he brought it on himself!"

Director Wang slammed the purple clay teapot heavily on the mahogany desk and snorted coldly.

"That old bastard, he hasn't mastered the skills, but he's got a really stubborn temper."

Last night, around midnight, the police brought over a body.

They said it was pulled from a reservoir on the outskirts of the city. It had been submerged for several days, and the person was so swollen it was unrecognizable, with severe tears from debris at the bottom of the water.

Director Wang lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly as he finished speaking:

"The police said this case is a bit strange."

That body of water is usually deserted, and the deceased had stones tied to his body.

This was clearly not an accident, but no useful clues could be found at the scene.

When the body was brought over, even in the middle of summer, the body bag was covered in a layer of white frost!

I listened quietly without interrupting.

The keywords "reservoir," "bound stones," and "frost" are combined together.

Without a doubt, this is a violently deceased body that died with deep resentment.

"Last night it happened to be Lao Zhang's shift."

Director Wang continued, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I told him long ago that when we encounter these kinds of unnatural deaths that are hard to explain, we should put them in the freezer on the second basement floor and freeze them until Xiao Chen comes to work during the day to deal with them."

As it turns out, this old man suddenly went crazy and insisted on trying to stitch up the corpse and prepare its remains himself.

As Director Wang finished speaking, he picked up the purple clay teapot and took a big gulp of tea, his fat face trembling slightly with anger.

"This morning, the gatekeeper, Uncle Qin, casually mentioned to me that he didn't see Old Zhang leave the gate after get off work last night."

I immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly went to the security room to check the surveillance footage.

Guess what?

Old Zhang, that stubborn mule, spent almost the entire night alone in the cosmetic surgery room on the second basement floor, staring at that water-skimmed body!

Director Wang grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, banging his fingers loudly on his desk.

"If I hadn't realized something was wrong, quickly led some people downstairs, forcibly pushed open the door to the plastic surgery room, and practically yelled him out, Old Zhang would probably still be standing there in a daze in front of that stainless steel table!"

Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly and put down my teacup.

I've worked with Lao Zhang at the funeral home for so long, and I think I know him pretty well.

Old Zhang's personality, to put it nicely, is honest and upright; to put it bluntly, he's a bit of a pushover and a pushover.

He was always very cautious when working at the museum. He did whatever Director Wang told him to do, and never dared to overstep his bounds or contradict him.

Moreover, ever since I accidentally learned about the connection between Lao Zhang and Director Wang, I have gained a much better understanding of him.

A middle-aged man who regarded Director Wang as his benefactor and was usually too afraid to even speak loudly.

Why would someone suddenly disobey Director Wang's instructions at this critical juncture and insist on stitching up a mysterious, deadly corpse all by themselves in the middle of the night?

This is completely inconsistent with his usual behavior.

Thinking of this, I raised my head and looked at Director Wang, who was still angry, and asked:

"Director, is the police in a hurry to get information about this body?"

Is it required that it be tidied up today?

"What's the rush!"

Director Wang waved his hand dismissively and leaned back in his boss's chair.