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

"That's fucking weird..."

The middle-aged man paced around the room irritably, his footsteps sounding somewhat heavy.

"The items are neither at the site of the body sinking in the reservoir nor in the forensic evidence room of the municipal bureau."

Could it be... that old bastard Zhang Zhi really took him away and secretly hid him away?

At this point, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly turned fierce:

"Damn it, this old bastard is so bold as to dare to touch this kind of thing!"

Ten years ago, if someone hadn't intervened and saved his life, I would have killed him long ago! How could he still be alive today!

Hearing this, I stood outside the door, my brows furrowing slightly.

Zhang Zhi is Lao Zhang's full name.

And this group of people actually knew Lao Zhang ten years ago?

Moreover, judging from the middle-aged boss's tone, it seemed that Old Zhang had been involved in some fatal trouble ten years ago, and in the end, someone stepped in to save his life.

I recalled the scene that Old Zhang told me about back then at the funeral home.

He did say at the time that he had experienced a major upheaval more than ten years ago, which led to the separation of his wife and children.

However, at that time he said it was due to business failure.

Could it be that he got involved in some other trouble after that?

Or is the business failure just a embellished version of what Lao Zhang said?

If these two things are actually one and the same...

The role that Director Wang played in all of this is rather intriguing.

As I pondered this to myself, the conversation in the room continued.

The man in the baseball cap sounded very anxious:

"What do we do now? All our leads have gone cold."

If we still can't find that military tally, the big boss above will definitely not let us off the hook!

Do you think... the military tally might really have been taken by the murderer?

"Where should we look for that?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said in a somber tone:

"The big boss has already sent people to investigate the murderer; that's not something we should worry about."

However, we absolutely cannot stop our operations here.

He paused, lowering his voice even further, revealing a chilling intent:

"Old Ma was one of our men. He tried to steal the military tally and escape, but he was killed and now the tally is gone."

The big boss is inherently suspicious, and now he's probably starting to suspect us too.

Even if we can't get the military tally back, we must find out something useful.

Otherwise, there's no way we can clear ourselves of suspicion!

Upon hearing this, it was as if a lightning bolt had flashed through my mind, instantly connecting all the previous clues.

Old Ma! Ma Jianguo!

It turns out that Ma Jianguo, the victim in the reservoir drowning case, was actually in cahoots with them!

Ma Jianguo took the so-called "military tally" and tried to abscond with it, but he was intercepted and killed by the evil cultivator wielding a short club made of ferocious beasts.

Old Zhang had a history with this group of people, and he was also the first person in the funeral home to have had in-depth contact with Ma Jianguo's body!

This explains why this group of people broke into Lao Zhang's house in broad daylight and searched it frantically.

If it were me, I would also suspect that Old Zhang had secretly stolen the military tally.

Inside the room, the middle-aged man made his final decision.

"Okay, go and treat your wound first, and prepare some things."

The middle-aged man's voice became incredibly sinister.

"Tonight, let's go to the funeral home ourselves and touch Old Ma's body!"

I refuse to believe that this thing can just grow wings and fly out of thin air!

"Okay, I'll go get ready right away," the man in the baseball cap replied.

Hearing about their plans for tonight, I stood outside the door, a cold glint in my eyes.

This group of people actually set their sights on the funeral home.

I stood there, quickly calculating in my mind.

If you listen any further, you probably won't hear any more useful clues.

It all boils down to how to sneak into a funeral home and how to sabotage a freezer.

If we really let them go to the funeral home to rummage through the body at night, then wouldn't all my efforts yesterday to suppress the resentment of the water demon and sew Ma Jianguo up neatly stitch by stitch have been for nothing?

If they dismantle that corpse into pieces again, I'll be the one cleaning up their mess in the end.

I'm usually a pretty good-tempered person, but what I hate most is doing the same thing twice.

Since they're so eager to cause trouble, I don't need to wait any longer.

There's no time like the present, let's get to the bottom of this right here and settle things once and for all.

With that thought, I abandoned my plan to continue eavesdropping, and the malevolent energy within my body instantly flowed through my meridians to my right leg.

That seemingly sturdy solid wood door, right in front of me, was as fragile as a sheet of paper.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion rang out in the narrow back corridor.

I didn't even touch the doorknob; I kicked the door right in the middle.

The sturdy solid wood door shattered into pieces in an instant.

Wood chips, mixed with cracks in the door frame, flew into the room like a rainstorm.

Inside the room, the middle-aged boss and the man in the baseball cap were discussing their plans for the evening when they were startled by the sudden loud noise.

Amidst the flying sawdust, I walked steadily across the messy floor with my hands in my pockets into this rather quaintly decorated room.

"Who?!"

The middle-aged boss reacted the fastest. He shouted, and his fat body displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its size.

He suddenly took a step back, and with a flick of his right hand into his sleeve, a bronze short sword with a faint green luster instantly appeared in his hand.

The man in the baseball cap nearly popped his eyes out when he saw my face.

"Boss! It's him! The kid who ambushed me at Zhang Zhi's doorstep just now!"

The man in the baseball cap screamed in terror, his voice distorted.

He never expected that no sooner had he escaped back to his base than I would kick the door down.

"Useless! You didn't even realize you were being followed!"

The middle-aged boss cursed angrily, his eyes instantly turning incredibly fierce.

He knew very well that now that he had overheard their conversation, he absolutely could not let him leave alive.

"Kid, since you've chosen the path to hell when there's one, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The middle-aged boss gritted his teeth and swung his bronze short sword forward sharply.

With his movement, a cold and turbid internal energy burst forth from his body.

He was clearly also a cultivator, and his cultivation level was much higher than that of the man in the baseball cap.

The bronze short sword even faintly emitted a pale white luster.

Seeing that the boss had made a move, the man in the baseball cap mustered his courage, pulled out a folding knife from his waist, and flanked me from both sides.

Seeing their menacing demeanor, I didn't even pull my hands out of my pockets.