Chapter 174

When it was time to get off work, he came to his senses, looked up and found that the person he was looking for was right next to him, but he was shocked.

Although he knew that he would definitely see the person he wanted to see when he came here, it was still very sudden to see him suddenly.

Green is in this state now.

"Do I look scary?"

Dirty Bag stood silently opposite Green, frowning and looking at him again and again, as if looking at a counterfeit product, and asked after a long time.

The speed of speech was slower, the voice was deeper, and the whole person was more taciturn than before.

If it weren't for the fact that his face hadn't changed, Green would hardly recognize him.

If it was said that he was just very tired before, like a silent stone on the roadside, or a motionless wood.

Now Dirty Bag looked like a pool of water without any living things that was slowly freezing.

What was scary was not his appearance, but his temperament, which was a complete change.

"No, to be fair, you look very good."

Green shook his head and replied.

"Then why do you look scared by me?"

Dirty Bag asked.

This didn't sound like a question, but a complaint. Maybe he was not interested in the answer, but was just dissatisfied with Green.

Green didn't answer for a while.

"Don't use overly respectful titles. It sounds like I'm old."

Dirty Bag frowned and glanced at Green, then said.

"Okay, senior."

Green nodded.

Dirty Bag didn't know whether he was satisfied or not. He glanced at him, snorted, and didn't continue talking with a smile.

One day's work ended like this. Green went to work the next day. Before work, he was assigned to work under Dirty Bag. Other colleagues looked at him with pity.

Or sympathy.

From their looks, Green felt that their unfinished words were: You have bad luck.

Is it that bad?

In the past, there was nothing to say, but now you have become the kind of hedgehog Dirty Bag who will stab people three times for a word?

Green participated in the work with this mood.

I don't know how many times I was scolded at work. I felt dizzy and almost vomited during lunch.

"Your condition is too bad. If you really can't accept it, forget it. You don't have to stay here if you change jobs."

Seeing him like this, his colleagues comforted him.

"Even if you include yesterday, today is only the second day. I can't just leave like this. I found this job with great difficulty."

Green smiled and replied.

"Forget it, if you want to, stay here. It's a job after all. But if you can't hold on, you must say so. It's good for you to leave here as soon as possible."

The colleague said.

"Okay, I got it."

Green nodded.

"Are you a turtle? You eat so slowly."

Dirty Bag frowned.

"I'll be there soon."

Green swallowed the rice ball he had just taken a bite of and replied.

He put the remaining half of the rice ball in his pocket and hurried over.

A new day ended in the midst of busyness.

He was exhausted and went back to his residence to lie on the bed to rest. He closed his eyes and opened them again. It was another new day. The work was no different from the previous day, and Dirty Bag's attitude had not changed.

On the fourth day, a colleague said to him during dinner: "It's good that you can hold on until today, because the last person who worked for him ran away on the third day."

"Him?"

"The team leader you are working for now."

The colleague answered in a low voice.

Team leader, Dirty Bag.

It is obvious to all that Dirty Bag's temper has become worse. It is a recognized fact.

Green nodded.

"What are you still hesitating about? Do you think you are a grindstone? If your rice is so hard to swallow, don't eat it. You don't really think your teeth are as sharp as a knife blade, do you? It's ridiculous."

Dirty Bag said.

"I'm coming."

Green put the remaining half of the rice ball in his pocket.

The rest will be used as dinner.

At least it won't waste food and it won't be excessive.

"This body belongs to my friend. He died inexplicably. I have a feeling that he died because of me. Although I didn't see the scene of his death, I am sure there is something fishy going on.

Please find the real murderer after you dissect the body."

The person who sent the body said vaguely.

"The Foundation initially determined that it was suicide. The cause of death was that he stabbed himself in his home and died without timely treatment. It looks very similar. The specific situation will be known after the autopsy."

Dirty Bag said while looking at the body.

"Then let's start now."

Green said.

"If you have more experience than me, you can speak before I speak, but if your experience cannot compare to mine, I advise you not to order me around. It will make me angry."

Dirty Bag glanced at Green.

"Okay, senior."

Green nodded.

When the work was halfway done, they were suddenly interrupted.

"Please, wait a moment. There is an emergency here, stop what you are doing."

The boss ran over and shouted.

Green and Dirty Bag raised their heads and looked outside the door. There was more than one person outside the door. The stranger following behind the boss was staring at the corpse in the room with a helpless and irritated expression.

"What's wrong?"

Dirty Bag asked.

"I just got the news that the body was stolen. Now it has to be returned. If you continue to dissect it, it will be an insult to the body."

The boss sighed.

"How could this happen?"

Green didn't expect that he would end up committing such a crime.

"Don't worry, the crime of insulting the body will fall on the head of the person who stole the body. You are the unwitting victims and don't have to bear the responsibility, but

you can't continue to deal with this matter, otherwise you can't get away from it."

The stranger said.

"Let me introduce you. The person on the left is from the foundation, and the person on the right is from the funeral home. The funeral home is responsible for preserving the body and holding the funeral, and the foundation is responsible for collecting information.

The foundation knows that we are going to dissect the body, so they brought the staff of the funeral home who lost the body to find someone. After you sew up the body, they will take it away and continue the funeral."

The boss introduced.

Those people took away the sutured body.

"Is this matter just over? If there is really a problem with the body and it is not discovered, it will be burned after the funeral, and we will never get the answer again."

Green said to himself.

He didn't really care whether there was anything wrong with the body, but the feeling of having a beginning but no end was not good, so he stood in the corner, trying to dispel the bad feeling.

"I didn't expect that someone like you who seemed to be useless would think about such a serious problem."

Dirty Bag suddenly appeared next to Green, looked at him and whispered.

"You are not particularly useless."

Green said.

"That's not necessarily true."

Dirty Bag laughed vaguely again, but there was no smile on his face. He seemed to have other plans, but he didn't plan to say it now.

Not long after, Green suddenly received a brand new special report. After comparing his memories, he found that the report came from the body that had been taken away.

He was a little surprised, so he went to find Dirty Bag.

"Did you do it?"

"So what?"

"Don't you think there's a problem?"

"I don't think so."

"But this seems like stealing."

"This is stealing, but if you're scared, you can back out and just give me the thing."

"Don't think I'm a coward!"

"Really? I thought you were born like a snail, who would shrink back into your shell when touched."

"That's not the case."

"Don't you remember what they said at the time? To sew the body up. They didn't let me put the things back in the same place they took out. Besides, the weight of the body wouldn't be much lighter."

"You are so confident!"

"I know I'm smart."

"I'm not complimenting you!"

"If you want to waste time, just continue standing there."

Dirty Bag turned and left.

"What should we do next?"

Green followed and asked.

"It's simple. If this is not suicide, but homicide, it is necessary to confirm the material of the murder weapon."

Dirty Bag said.

"But we can't confirm this in the clinic, right?"

Green asked.

"Yes, so we can bring the clinic's instruments to the residence and slowly confirm it. If you want to quit, it's not too late now."

"I don't want to quit."

Green said.

"Okay, come to my house tonight and remember to bring what you need."

Dirty Bag replied.

They confirmed the material of the murder weapon and confirmed that the deceased did not commit suicide. After narrowing the scope of the investigation, they confirmed the true circumstances of death. Dirty Bag immediately notified the person who delivered the body.

"If that's the case, then it's easy to handle. Thank you very much."

The person who claimed to be the friend of the deceased hung up the phone.

He used a very hard and sharpened pencil that he carried with him to stab another person's neck, which happened to be the part of the aorta that could cause death. The other person bled profusely from his neck and died.

The people from the foundation arrested him. It is said that he questioned the person before he took action, but the person did not have a chance to speak. Later, the specific circumstances were confirmed from the person's diary and the time of the mobile phone photo.

That person was the murderer who tried to make his murder look like a suicide. The motive was a grudge at school many years ago. The murder weapon was a special knife that was not in the deceased's home. The time was in the afternoon close to dusk.

The process was to knock on the door of the deceased, pretend to be a neighbor and ask the deceased irrelevant questions. After the deceased expressed dissatisfaction, he left. Then, when the deceased relaxed his vigilance, he knocked on the door again and killed him. After that

, he pretended that the deceased had taken an overdose of drugs and committed suicide accidentally due to emotional excitement.

"This scar..."

Dirty Bag was suddenly stunned when he was dissecting an unknown corpse.

He looked like he was thinking of something bad and was almost out of breath.

"What's wrong?"

Green looked at the wound.

"Nothing."

Dirty Bag shook his head, not intending to tell his story, and continued to dissect the body.

Later, Green learned from others that Dirty Bag had been tracking down the murderer who killed his friend.