Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1310 - 639: Carrying the Corpse to Surrender_2

The young men behind him showed difficult expressions, and finally Xiang Changqing nodded toward Officer Xu, "Okay, Officer Xu, I’ll go find a vehicle."

As he spoke, he pulled Dang Wenzheng aside and lowered his voice, "See if there’s a tractor we know and give them some money to haul this body over?"

Dang Wenzheng also lowered his voice, "Would you be willing to use your own vehicle to transport it? Even tractors, nobody wants to haul with their cart! He was clearly beaten to death, so what’s the point of checking the body? Our poor health clinic can’t determine anything. This director, hey... aren’t you just looking for trouble? Everyone else is silent but you stand out, and you even drag me into this..." freewёbnoνel-com

A stranger’s body, who would want to haul it? Folks around here are very superstitious about that, it’s so unlucky.

The Town Hospital of Sancha River used to be called a health clinic, and it was somewhat decent until two years ago. But these past two years, any doctor with some skill has gone out to open their own little clinic, leaving the health clinic with hardly any patients—minor illnesses go to the clinics, serious illnesses go to the county hospital. Who would come to this local facility where they can’t even get a proper ultrasound?

Xiang Changqing was speechless too, but with the director giving orders, if none of them responded, wouldn’t that be disrespectful? After a moment’s thought, he said, "How about we go see if Boss Yan has an old cart we could borrow, and the two of us do the hauling?"

Dang Wenzheng pursed his lips, "You go if you want. Ever since Director Lin was transferred, Boss Yan hasn’t really gotten along with us. I’m not going to ask for rejection! If you manage to borrow it, I’ll certainly help you haul."

Xiang Changqing, feeling helpless, replied, "I’ll go then. You go tell Officer Xu I’ve gone to borrow the vehicle. Is Yan Fei like you say? He’s just trying to avoid suspicion. It used to be his uncle who was the director, and he came to hang out when there was nothing to do. Now that there’s a new director, wouldn’t it be inappropriate if he kept showing up at all hours?"

Watching Xiang Changqing run toward the cattle farm, somewhat angrily, Dang Wenzheng had no choice but to return and quietly report to Officer Xu, "Officer Xu, the locals are superstitious, they think transporting a body is unlucky, and Old Xiang is worried he won’t find a vehicle, so he’s gone to borrow one from the cattle farm."

Officer Xu nodded and looked toward the station’s main gate, frowning, "How come the one who went to the bathroom to look for someone hasn’t come out yet?"

Low laughter came from the crowd again, and Dang Wenzheng’s face showed helpless resignation: My dear director, you really... If that scoundrel didn’t climb over the wall to escape, I’ll do whatever you ask in the future...

Thinking this to himself, he put on a look of astonishment on his face, "I’ll go check it out; I hope nothing’s happened!"

With that, he took off running toward the inside of the station—the bathroom was in the farthest corner of the yard, dozens of meters away, and he needed to run!

The few police officers watching his retreating figure cursed under their breaths: Damn it, you managed to find yourself a good excuse, didn’t you?

In the meantime, Officer Xu was still organizing, "The rest of you, don’t just stand there, find a few passengers from the vehicle at the time of the incident and take them back for a statement later. And ask if anyone knows the whereabouts of the suspect."

Upon hearing the order, several police officers immediately began to question the surrounding people.

At this moment, Xiang Changqing had already reached the gate of the cattle farm and as he entered, he saw Old Ou driving the Mercedes Benz S600 out of the yard, waving at him before speeding away.

Xiang Changqing waved back at Old Ou but didn’t get a good look at who else might have been in the car. He then saw a crowd of people in the yard, with Yan Fei standing right at the forefront.

He wasn’t one for beating around the bush, so he smiled at Yan Fei and got straight to the point, "Xiao Fei, I’ve come to ask for a favor. You all know about the incident over there, right? The director asked us to find a vehicle to take the thief’s body to the health clinic to check the cause of death... um... does the farm have an old cart we could borrow?"

"Transporting a dead person, that’s so unlucky," someone murmured from behind before Yan Fei could speak. Although the voice was low, with everyone close together, Xiang Changqing’s face involuntarily reddened a bit.

Yan Fei saw Xiang Changqing’s embarrassment and laughed, "We’ve got vehicles, all kinds of vehicles... but seriously, we don’t have any carts, would a walk-behind tractor do? Hey, who..."

Before he could call on someone, Old Cheng stepped forward, "I’ll make the trip. Don’t send them for this."

The saying, "to have an elder in the house is like having a treasure," couldn’t be more accurate. Sometimes their concerns are truly beyond reproach—everyone knows that transporting a dead body is unlucky but Old Cheng, feeling like an old man with no attachments who had seen combat, wasn’t afraid of the dead and volunteered for the task.

In reality, Old Cheng had mobility issues and though he could operate the walk-behind tractor usually used for hauling cow dung, people at the farm really hadn’t let him do it often.

No sooner had he said this than a few young men jumped out, "I’m not superstitious, I’ll go!"

Even Heizi, who was normally quick-witted, didn’t get the chance to speak first.

But looking at the young men rushing to claim the walk-behind tractor, his eyes glazed over for a moment before he suddenly said with a laugh, "I’ll go along for a run too, see what’s the situation... If the thief died from his own illness, wouldn’t that be something..."

The rest of his mutterings were in a low voice, but those quick to react lit up. Pang Fa even started to laugh, "Right, right, I’ll go take a look too!"

Guan Shi, the honest kid that he was, had already been a beat slow in scrambling for the tractor and was still a bit confused. He didn’t understand why it would be a good thing if the thief had been ill.

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