Ye Wanying coldly glanced at her eyelids and calmly said, "Sorry, I don't want to know about this rambling stuff. Since you're a corpse transporter, how is your work schedule arranged?"
The old man frowned slightly, probably because he didn't expect this person to ask such irrelevant questions instead of the important ones, and he felt very puzzled!
Oh....
Important questions?
It's nothing more than what we expected. Since we've already guessed it, why ask again? As for things that are completely unrelated? Who said that?
The old man is a crucial person, someone who can confirm what he's guessing.
"Me? I'm just an old man who does manual labor. Whenever someone calls me, I just go and do the work."
So that means irregular working hours?
"Around when will they call you?"
The old man was very puzzled: "What exactly do you want to know? What's the point of asking these questions?"
Gouzi immediately stepped forward and this time grabbed the old man by the neck: "Just answer honestly when I tell you to. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" With that, he flung the old man to the ground beside him.
cough...
"Don't be too rough, he hasn't answered my question yet." If he gets hurt or dies by accident, where am I going to find another old man like him?
Upon hearing his sister-in-law's words, Gouzi said "oh," then stepped forward and pulled up the person who was lying on the ground, bound like a rice dumpling with rope, before stepping aside.
Ye Wanying's expression remained unchanged throughout, as calm as if she were discussing the weather.
"How many times a day do they call you? How many bodies do you transport out each time?"
"Sometimes once, sometimes twice, sometimes not at all, how can you say for sure? As for how much can be transported each time, the tricycle is at least fully loaded."
Although the tricycle wasn't large, if the corpses were placed side by side, stacked two or three times, there would be at least seven or eight bodies, and twice that would be fifteen or sixteen bodies...
Roughly calculated, the Hongyang processing plant ships out at least one or two hundred corpses every month!
What does this mean?
If this were made public, wouldn't the whole society panic?
Ye Wanying's eyes darkened instantly. She then stood up and gave Gou Zi a wink. The old man, wounded again, thrashed his neck and fainted.
"sister in law?"
"Keep digging, dig up two more bodies and check their condition."
"good!"
..............
This time, Gouzi was much faster. It was his first time, so he was inevitably nervous. Once he broke through his fear, he didn't need to be so hesitant.
They dug out several more bodies from the pit where the bodies had just been pulled out, and the two of them worked together to lift them out.
"Gouzi, keep digging." His tone was very heavy, and it was highly likely that this entire underground area was filled with those buried corpses. Considering the time when the Hongyang Processing Plant was established, it had been at least four or five years.
One or two hundred bodies per month, that's about two thousand bodies per year. In four or five years, conservatively speaking, that's tens of thousands of bodies.
Tens of thousands of corpses, before which were tens of thousands of living people, tens of thousands of families...
Calling this a mass grave wouldn't be an exaggeration!
Such a large number of people was shocking even to Ye Wanying, and she was even more worried about the two people who were in the most dangerous place at the very center.
But now was not the time to think about such things. Her men quickened their pace, tearing off the plastic bags covering the corpses. When she saw the scene before her, Ye Wanying's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her pupils dilating drastically...
How... is this possible?
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