Chapter 42 (Please read on!!!) The Black Market for Corpses!

Under Wang Yuanjing's intimidation.

How could this cremator be tolerated? He just wanted to make some extra money and didn't want to send himself to jail!

So he confessed immediately and only asked Wang Yuanjing not to report him.

“The black market for corpses.”

After listening to the information from the cremator, Wang Yuanjing was somewhat unsure whether this so-called corpse black market was actually related to the corpse thieves.

The local residents, especially the older generation, believe in returning to their roots and being buried in peace, and most of them hope to have a grand funeral after their death.

However, cremation is being promoted throughout the country, and the city's cremation policies have been tightened again and again. Only after obtaining a cremation certificate can the relevant death certificate be processed.

When he was still at the funeral home, many relatives of the deceased obtained certificates from the crematorium by using the method of replacing a prince with a cat, but this road was blocked soon after.

It now seems that this road is not blocked, but exists in a more covert way, and is even becoming bigger and stronger.

"Will you sue me?"

The cremator said with anticipation.

"decide as things go."

Wang Yuanjing answered casually.

He knew how humiliating the job of cremator was.

He also understood the other party's idea of ​​making some extra money. A fixed market has already been formed, and the owner of the black market must have taken care of all the relationships along the line.

If the cremator doesn't make this money, someone else will.

So Wang Yuanjing would not deliberately target this person.

But if you get caught, you can't blame me.

He thought to himself and then left the park.

As a result, as soon as we walked out of the park, it started raining heavily without any warning.

Wang Yuanjing had no choice but to turn back, take Lao Sun's umbrella and raincoat from the security room, and walk in the direction the cremator said.
The sky gradually darkened and the rain became heavier.

The umbrella in the boy's hand was like a small boat rowing upside down in the dark sky, swaying in this late Qingming rain.

Finally, we arrived at a small factory near the outskirts of the city.
Wang Yuanjing knocked on the door and window of the guard room.

The guard let him in and looked at him suspiciously.

"I came here to buy a 'salted fish'. Brother Zhang recommended it to me."

Wang Yuanjing explained that before coming, he and the cremator had exchanged secret words, and the people in the market called the corpses "salted fish."

"Which Zhang brother?"

The guard asked.

"The one at the funeral home. I used to work there."

Wang Yuanjing replied that Brother Zhang was the cremator and there was only one funeral home in the nearby counties.

"Only you?"

The security guard was still a little worried because Wang Yuanjing looked too young.

"I'm alone. I'm a little afraid of being discovered, so I came here while it's raining."

The guard thought about it and agreed.

"Okay then, wait here and I'll go find someone."

Not long after, he came over with a middle-aged man. When Wang Yuanjing saw the man's face, he was slightly surprised.

"It's you?"

The person who came was none other than Liu Shengkui, the corpse driver from western Hunan whom he had met once before.

"Do you know?"

The guard asked in surprise.

"I know him, leave him to me."

Liu Shengkui shook his head and led Wang Yuanjing into the factory.

"long time no see!"

Wang Yuanjing looked enthusiastic.

"You want to buy salted fish?"

Liu Shengkui obviously had an impression of the owner of this funeral shop. "Yes, Brother Zhang from the funeral home introduced me here."

Wang Yuanjing replied that he didn't expect to see this person here.

Could it be that Yagyu Kawai is the man behind the black market for corpses?

"Why did you buy salted fish?"

Yagyu Kui asked.

"There is a client who wants to arrange a ghost marriage for his son. I used to work in a funeral home, so Brother Zhang introduced me to you."

Wang Yuanjing took out the words he had prepared long ago.

The cremator said that most of the customers who come here to buy salted fish have many different uses, and ghost marriages are one of them.

Liu Shengkui knew that he was running the Xue family's funeral shop, so he should be able to deceive the other party by saying this.

“You still run this business?”

Yagyu Kui asked in surprise, but he couldn't help but believe it a little in his heart.

"What can I do? I want to eat!"

Wang Yuanjing responded with a smile, and then asked casually.

“Are you the boss here?”

Liu Shengkui's face turned cold and he warned:
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

This guy has changed a lot!
Wang Yuanjing felt emotional in his heart that compared to a year ago, Liu Shengkui had obviously matured a lot.

However, this also made him certain of one thing, that Yagyu Kawai should not be the mastermind behind the black market.

Anyone who can build such a big business must be a very versatile person and have a certain network of connections in the local area.

Yagyu Kai does not meet either of the two requirements. He should be a thug or a manager.

"arrive."

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, finally arrived at the factory.

"Wait here. I'll get you one."

Yagyu Kui said.

"Can I go in and take a look?"

Wang Yuanjing naturally wouldn't wait outside, he also had to make sure whether his friend was inside.

Yagyu Kui thought about it and finally agreed to his request.

He first changed into a pair of waders at the door, then removed the padlock on the factory door and walked in, followed closely by Wang Yuanjing.

After Wang Yuanjing entered, he turned back and locked the factory door from the inside.

Wang Yuanjing ignored the sound of the door closing behind him, but first looked around.

The light in the factory was a little dim, probably because of the rain, so the stench of corpses was not obvious outside. But as soon as Fang entered the place, a strong smell hit him in the face.

The structure inside the factory is very simple, consisting of cement compartments that are approximately 2 meters long, 3 meters wide and 40 centimeters high, laid on the ground like an enlarged tofu grid.

The corpses, called "salted fish," lay in these compartments along with a pile of ice, just like freshly frozen fish in a supermarket.

In the corner, there is a large ice machine making a rumbling noise.

Wang Yuanjing now understood why they called these corpses "salted fish".

Some of these corpses were already highly decomposed, emitting a foul odor, with flies flying around them.

The entire factory is like a large warehouse, and these "salted fish" are like cargo, floating quietly in the ice-water mixture, slowly rotting and emitting a foul smell until a so-called customer buys them.

Just as Wang Yuanjing was trying to identify whether there were any of his friends among these salted fish.
There was a sudden noise behind me.

He jumped sideways and looked behind him.

"You are indeed no ordinary person."

At this time, Liu Shengkui was holding the long-handled steel fork used to pierce fish, staring at Wang Yuanjing with a cold expression.

"Each each other."

"Liu Shengkui, the corpse driver from the Liu family in western Hunan."

Wang Yuanjing said slowly.

(End of this chapter)