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"What’s going on? Where is Su Xianwu's body?" My brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding creeping into my mind. I quickly closed the freezer and turned to walk out of the Body Storage Room.
"Stop right there! Put your hands behind your head, or I will shoot!" Just as I stepped out of the Body Storage Room, a dark gun barrel suddenly appeared, pressed against my forehead.
"Hey, let’s talk this over. That gun can go off easily. Can you point it somewhere else?" I said calmly, slowly raising my hands to the back of my head. Turning to face the person, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in police uniform. If Wu Jie were here, he would recognize this man as Huang Ping.
I had initially thought that the ambush outside might involve some hidden mastermind, but seeing Huang Ping's clean nails, he didn’t seem like someone who would practice sorcery. Moreover, he bore no traces of Evil Qi; he looked just like an ordinary person.
I let out a long sigh of relief and smiled at Huang Ping. "Uncle Huang, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm a model student; I've never done anything wrong."
Huang Ping stared at me expressionlessly. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he holstered his gun and began escorting me outside the mortuary. He scrutinized me for a moment before speaking sternly, "What’s your name? Why were you sneaking around in the Body Storage Room? Did you steal Su Xianwu's body? You better come clean; otherwise, you're going to regret it."
Suddenly, Huang Ping yanked my arm hard, causing pain to shoot through me and cold sweat to break out on my forehead as I couldn't help but let out a cry.
I shot him a cold glare and said seriously, "Damn it! In this day and age, there are still cops who resort to violence. Just wait until I get out; I will definitely report you."
As soon as I finished speaking, three officers in uniforms rushed over from nearby and quickly pulled me away from Huang Ping. Two of them escorted me to a police car parked outside the mortuary. Meanwhile, an officer in his forties pulled Huang Ping aside and scolded him, "Huang Ping, how could you draw your weapon and point it at someone’s head? This is a violation of organizational discipline! No matter how eager you are to catch the culprit, you can’t act recklessly!"
Huang Ping nodded and replied, "Old Fan, I understand. I won’t be so impulsive next time. You all stay here; I’ll go interrogate that guy first. He might really be connected to those stolen bodies."
It turned out that the eleven bodies they had unearthed yesterday included ten that were registered under different mortuaries across the city besides Chen Mengmeng's body. Su Xianwu's body was one of them.
Huang Ping and his team had been assigned to monitor this mortuary. After reviewing the surveillance footage and seeing me sneak into the Body Storage Room, he had already set up an ambush at the door.
After I was taken onto the police car, I saw Zhao Sanbao also wearing handcuffs, sitting obediently inside. When Zhao Sanbao noticed that I had been brought in as well, he quickly leaned closer to me and asked, "Jiang Ling, what on earth is going on? Why are there police officers here, and why are we both handcuffed?"
I shook my head and replied, "Director Zhao, Su Xianwu's body is not in the Body Storage Room; it has likely been stolen. These officers suspect that we took Su Xianwu's body."
Zhao Sanbao's expression changed dramatically. He looked at me in shock and asked anxiously, "Jiang Ling, if Su Xianwu's body is missing, how are we supposed to find her spirit? What if she comes looking for me tonight? What should I do?"
I shot Zhao Sanbao an exasperated glance and shook the handcuffs on my wrists, saying, "Director Zhao, right now you should be more concerned about how we can clear our names and avoid being locked up."
Upon hearing my reminder, Zhao Sanbao finally realized his predicament. His brows furrowed tightly as he fell into deep thought.
After more than half an hour, Zhao Sanbao and I were taken to a nearby police station and separated into different interrogation rooms. The officer who came to question me was Huang Ping, the same officer who had arrested me earlier. A young female officer accompanied him to record the interrogation process.
Huang Ping slammed my backpack heavily onto the table, revealing the ghost-catching tools and talismans inside. He picked up the Demon-Subduing Staff and toyed with it for a moment before asking seriously, "What is your name?"
Although I was somewhat displeased with Huang Ping's actions, I restrained myself from reacting. I furrowed my brow and replied coldly, "My name is Jiang Ling, and I am a Taoist Master."
Huang Ping scoffed derisively. He tossed the Demon-Subduing Staff back into my backpack and said coldly, "Ha! You call yourself a Taoist Master? Do you really think you can catch ghosts with this pile of junk? There are no such things as ghosts in this world. You might fool those superstitious people, but your tricks won't work on me."
Huang Ping slammed his hands down on the table in front of me. His gaze became incredibly sharp as he suddenly shouted, "Jiang Ling, confess honestly—did you steal Su Xianwu's body?"
I rolled my eyes at Huang Ping and said, "Officer Huang, if I had stolen Su Xianwu's body, would I have gone back to that funeral home today?"
Huang Ping stared at me expressionlessly and confidently speculated, "Jiang Ling, the reason you went to that funeral home today was to prepare to steal another body. I'll tell you straight: all eleven bodies you've buried have been found by us, including the twelfth Corpse Pit you dug up in advance. You better confess honestly; it might help you get a lighter sentence."
Upon hearing Huang Ping's words, my heart suddenly raced, and an ominous premonition surfaced in my mind. My expression grew serious as I spoke to Huang Ping, "Brother Jing Ha, the eleven corpses you dug up—can you tell me where you placed them?"
Seeing the change in my expression, Huang Ping mistakenly thought I had been psychologically broken. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he replied, "Jiang Ling, those eleven corpses are still at the scene. My colleagues are currently collecting fingerprints from them. I advise you to confess voluntarily."
I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon—the peak time for Yang Qi. I felt a sense of relief and earnestly said to Huang Ping, "Brother Jing Ha, you better have your colleagues leave there before dark; otherwise, they will be in danger. They could very well die there!"
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