Seven hundred and sixtieth chapters open the grave
Lin Chuang did not wear a police uniform, but wore a suit, a black trench coat with the collar turned up, a black top hat, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
With this image, he looks like a wealthy man at first glance, but no one would have imagined that he is the Shanghai Police Chief.
Lin Chuang took out a cigarette and handed one to the fat and short body collector.
When the corpse collector saw that it was "Hardman", he quickly took it and clamped it to his ear.
Most people cannot afford to smoke "Hardman" cigarettes, and those who smoke these cigarettes are either rich or noble.
Lin Chuang is not a big smoker, he only smokes one occasionally.
Speaking of which, the reason why he loves this cigarette is very simple, it is because of an advertising slogan on the cigarette box.
There are two beauties on the cigarette box, and the advertisement reads: "They said, smoke it back and forth..."
Haha, the person who designed this advertisement is really talented!
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"Master, please take a step to speak and don't disturb the monk's chanting," Lin Chuang said.
The short, fat corpse collector followed Lin Chuang out of the door.
"One of my servants disappeared a month ago. I have been looking for him for a long time but could not find him. It is said that he is dead, but his body cannot be found in the mass grave, so I came to see if he was buried in a grave."
Lin Chuang asked.
"More than a month ago? It was too long and hard to find." The short and fat man shook his head and said.
"How many bodies can you bury in a day?"
"It's hard to say. Normally, we bury three to five people a day. Now that the weather is cold, more people are freezing to death and starving to death. Now we bury almost a dozen a day."
"Oh. Did you collect these corpses on your own initiative, or did someone bring them to your doorstep?"
"They're all there. Some were sent by companions or relatives. These people were out-of-towners who couldn't afford a coffin, so we buried them in a thin coffin at the villa. There were also some that no one cared about. All we had to do was send a message to us.
, wherever someone dies, we will also go and bring the body back."
"Will you collect the corpses from the mass graves?"
The short, fat collector looked at Lin Chuang warily and said, "No, I don't dare to 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 do good deeds and don't dare to get into trouble.
Of course, most of these people are political prisoners and have comrades. Their bodies will be secretly taken away by their comrades. There are also common people who sympathize with them without any comrades. They will bring them to the villa, and we will treat them as ownerless corpses.
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"Such a person is easy to identify, right?"
"Well, it's easy to identify. They are all injured."
"Then, master, please recall, about one month to forty days ago, did you collect such a corpse?"
Lin Chuang said, stuffed a dollar in his hand, and whispered: "Buy a pack of cigarettes."
The short, fat collector quickly collected the money and said, "No, we haven't collected anything since the first year."
"You remember correctly, right?" Lin Chuang asked.
"No. To be honest, people like that are very special. Either they have bullet holes in their bodies, or they are covered with wounds. We can tell at a glance that monks usually recite the "Rebirth Mantra" to poor bachelors and beggars.
A person like that will recite it three times."
"Okay, thank you, master." After Lin Chuang said that, he put the remaining pack of "Hardman" cigarettes into the hands of the short and fat collector.
After Lin Chuang finished speaking, he turned and walked to the car.
"This gentleman!"
As soon as he took a few steps, the squat collector stopped Lin Chuang.
"Master, what's wrong?" Lin Chuang looked back at him.
"Someone sent two corpses a few days ago, saying they were brought from mass graves. I wonder if there is anyone you are looking for?" said the short and fat worker.
"Oh? Two? How many days have it been?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Four or five days." The pudgy worker was not sure.
Lin Chuang calculated that four or five days ago, wasn't it the time when Qu Rubing was killed?
He was shocked and asked quickly: "Can you tell me their specific situation, such as what they look like and what injuries they have on their bodies?"
"The one is taller, and the corpse must be over 1.7 meters. You know, people will twitch after death. The corpse is 1.7 meters. When alive, the minimum must be 1.8 meters." The short and fat worker said.
He's right.
After death, due to water loss and muscle atrophy, the height of a person will generally shorten by 2 to 20 centimeters.
"This fits Jiang Hua's height." Lin Chuangxin said.
"Where's the other one?" Lin Chuang asked.
"The other one was more than 1.63 meters tall. When he was alive, he was probably 1.7 meters tall." The short and fat worker replied.
It also fits Tian Chungeng’s height.
"What about the others?" Lin Chuang asked.
"The tall man has multiple wounds on his body, including two bullet holes, but they are all old wounds. The short man also has wounds on his body. There are no gunshot wounds. They are all new wounds. It looks like someone has whipped him, pulled out his nails, and even his feet.
My nails were all pulled out, it’s so miserable.” The short, fat worker said sadly.
"Are the two bullet holes of the tall man on the back?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Yes, it's on the back." The short, fat 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 are there old wounds and new wounds? The top priority now is to find out whether the two corpses are the same.
It's them two."
Thinking of this, Lin Chuang asked: "Master, do you have anything that can identify these two people?"
"Nothing. There is nothing except a pair of beaten clothes."
"Are you saying that the only way to find out who these two people are is to open the coffin?"
"The coffin can only be opened." The short, fat worker nodded affirmatively and said, "Fortunately, it's cold now, so the corpse is not easily damaged. If it's a few days later, even if the coffin is opened, I'm afraid he won't be able to identify it."
"Then, please ask the master for help. I want to open the coffin and identify the body." Lin Chuang said.
"No, no, sir, everyone pays attention to burial. It's not sure whether those two people are the ones you are looking for. How can you just open the coffin and identify the corpse? It's no joke to scare the undead, no, no, no."
The fat foreman shook his head like a rattle and firmly rejected Lin Chuang's request.
"Hey, let me tell you, you old boy only recognizes the dead but not the living?" Li Honglin became anxious when he heard this. He stared at him and pushed the chubby worker hard.
When Lin Chuang heard this, he almost beat up Li Honglin. What kind of death and living thing? How unlucky?
"Okay, Daya, Master and the others are doing good deeds, so we can't use violence." Lin Chuang waved his hand and stopped Li Honglin.
The pudgy worker was frightened by Li Honglin and was speechless.
Lin Chuang didn't believe what Chunkyong said at all.
The purpose of the cemetery is to collect the ownerless corpses. If someone comes to identify the corpse, why can't they open the grave for them? It doesn't make sense.
The reason why he said this was probably because he was rich and wanted to blackmail two people.
Lin Chuang took out ten dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the squat worker: "Master, help me, buy more incense paper, candles and sacrifices to pay homage to the dead. If he is really my subordinate, I will kill him
Take away his body and send it back to his hometown so that his dead soul can return to his homeland. You have done a good deed, right?"
