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

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry. Slow and steady wins the race."

I'm leaving this to you. Please contact me anytime if there's any news.

"Alright, I'll take care of it."

After hanging up the phone, I finished the food in my lunchbox and turned to leave the cafeteria.

The work in the afternoon was relatively tedious.

The last patient brought in was an elderly person who had been bedridden for a long time, suffered severe muscle atrophy, and had a somewhat distorted and deformed face.

The family was heartbroken and hoped we could allow the elderly person to pass away with some dignity.

I put on my white coat and gloves, and stood alone in front of the cold operating table in the cosmetic surgery room.

No evil energy was used, nor were any mysterious or esoteric techniques employed.

I started the restoration work bit by bit, relying only on the most basic skills of an embalmer.

The scalpel danced between my fingers, and fine sutures weaved beneath the skin.

I gently padded up the old man's sunken cheeks, carefully pulled the twisted corners of his mouth back into place, and then used special cosmetics to cover up the unnatural colors on his face.

During this process, I felt surprisingly peaceful.

Similarly, it also stitches together the lives of ordinary people who have spent their entire lives in the mortal world.

Every encounter with death is an act of reverence for life and a test of one's own mindset.

The evil pill that was slowly rotating in my dantian seemed to sense my calm at this moment, and the golden light flowed around it more and more smoothly.

Half an hour later, when I put down my tools, the old man on the operating table had regained the peaceful and kind face he had in life, as if he had just fallen asleep.

After taking off my work clothes and washing my hands, I saw that the clock on the wall was pointing to 5:30 p.m.

It's time to leave work.

I changed back into my casual clothes and walked out of the funeral home.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the pine trees in the yard, gilding the branches and leaves that never see the sun with a faint golden edge.

Standing in the open space of the parking lot, I watched Director Wang pushing his battered electric scooter, preparing to leave work, and my fingers unconsciously rubbed the scooter key.

Just now, while I was changing clothes, a thought flashed through my mind:

Should we simply tell Director Wang that we've found Lao Zhang, and then ask him to go directly to the First Municipal Hospital to visit the comatose Lao Zhang?

I can take this opportunity to see what subtle reactions he might have at Old Zhang's bedside.

This was to test whether he was an insider or whether he was really involved in Lao Zhang's tomb raiding incident ten years ago.

However, looking at Director Wang, who was struggling to get onto the electric scooter and grimacing because the seat was too hot, he looked like an ordinary person.

After thinking about it, I decided to put the idea out of my head.

I already tested him once yesterday morning in the office.

After that conversation, I used my cool aura to sense things, but I still couldn't discern anything.

His entire being exuded the greasiness, slickness, and complaints about official procedures that were typical of middle-aged men, so natural that it was flawless.

If Director Wang is truly a hidden master, then the matter I'm currently planning is, in terms of his "acting skills," absolutely child's play.

Facing a movie star who could lie low in the Jiangcheng Funeral Home for so many years and fool everyone.

My direct probing method is not only meaningless, but may also completely alert the enemy.

I shook my head and gave up on this unrealistic idea.

Since we can't figure it out, let's not try to figure it out for now.

Regardless of what secrets Director Wang is hiding, at least for now, he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me.

At this turbulent time, it's better to avoid trouble.

I opened the car door and got in.

The engine started, the SUV emitted a low roar, and slowly drove out of the funeral home and into the streets of Jiangcheng in the evening.

This time of day is the busiest and most congested evening rush hour in the city.

The main road was bustling with traffic, and the taillights formed a long red river.

The non-motorized vehicle lane was crowded with electric bikes and bicycles rushing home.

The commuters on the sidewalk were also hurrying along, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.

The car moved slowly and intermittently along the main road, surrounded by impatient car horns and hurried commuters.

After driving for about twenty minutes, I arrived at a large intersection three blocks from the old street.

The red light ahead was on, and the timer showed a long ninety seconds to go.

I stepped on the brake, shifted the gear into neutral, rested one hand on the steering wheel, and looked out the window at the bustling crowd, feeling very peaceful.

However, at that very moment, a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart without any warning.

It's the feeling of being watched.

This feeling came very suddenly and was extremely subtle.

It did not carry that chilling murderous intent, nor did it have the bloody smell and malevolent aura commonly found on evil cultivators.

It was as if, in a vast sea of ​​people, a pair of eyes lingered on me briefly from a great distance.

If it were me a year ago, I would never have noticed this subtle difference.

But now, a fierce core imbued with the might of a dragon has already formed within my body.

More importantly, the mysterious coolness brought by the bone needles, which lingered deep between my eyebrows, made my five senses so acute that they were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The moment that feeling of being watched appeared, the cool sensation between my brows seemed to be stimulated, instantly spreading throughout my mind.

My pupils contracted slightly, and my previously peaceful state of mind instantly switched to a state of combat readiness.

However, at this moment, I did not make any big movements, and I didn't even turn my head.

He simply used the rearview mirror inside the car and the side mirrors to quickly scan the surrounding environment with the corner of his eye.

At the same time, I silently extended my senses in the direction from which the feeling of being watched was coming.

However, this feeling came quickly and went even faster.

Before my senses could fully pinpoint the source of that gaze, the feeling of being spied on vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just my hallucination.

I squinted slightly, looking at the massive flow of people and vehicles around me.

At this intersection during the evening rush hour, there are no fewer than a hundred cars and hundreds of pedestrians within a 50-meter radius of my car alone.

In such a noisy and chaotic environment, trying to find someone based solely on a fleeting intuition is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The green light ahead turned on, and the cars behind honked their horns in urgency.

I released the brake and stepped on the gas, and the car smoothly drove through the intersection.