Chapter 581 Transporting Corpses

In the rainy season, it was always wuyang and wuyang.

The sky was shrouded in haze, and the sky naturally darkened early.

After filming today's scene, the crew returned to the hotel where they were staying. Although it was still early and it was only 7 pm, the sky was already completely dark.

After dinner, Fang Zheng made a request.

He wanted to sleep in separate rooms with Local Tyrant.

"H Ye Qianqi t?"

Local Tyrant was puzzled.

"Because you grind your teeth like a hamster when you sleep at night."

Fang Zheng felt that he had a good reason.

Local Tyrant was still so young, physically healthy, and of course not used to sleeping and grinding his teeth. Fang Zheng just found a random reason to sleep in separate rooms with Local Tyrant.

In this way, he could move alone at night.

But Fang Zheng's words immediately cast a psychological shadow over Local Tyrant.

"Fang Fang, do I really have a habit of grinding my teeth in my sleep at night? Is it the southern hamster grinding or the northwest groundhog grinding?"

"No, I'll turn on my phone tonight to record it!"

Fang Zheng sent Local Tyrant away. He just got the key to the room card from the front desk. His new room number was next to Local Tyrant's. When he came back, he saw a familiar figure standing at Local Tyrant's door. He was gentle and was about to knock on the door.

Fang Zheng saw it. Yile, isn't this Local Tyrant's dreamy goddess, Ye Qianqi?

He took a deep breath.

In the middle of the night.

A man and a woman.

The dreamy goddess came to the door alone at night. There must be something going on between the two of them. I didn't expect Local Tyrant to move so fast.

Fang Zheng felt that she could not be a light bulb at this time. As a result, Ye Qianqi heard the sound of the elevator door opening behind her. When he turned around and saw Fang Zheng, his face lit up with joy.

"Fang Zheng, I was just looking for you."

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"You're not here for Local Tyrant, are you here for me?" Fang Zheng paused and pointed to himself.

It turned out that Ye Qianqi was here to thank Fang Zheng for the accident during the day.

"Thank you for that incident with the daytime crew. Although I already thanked you at dinner, there were too many people and it was inconvenient for me to say a lot of things at that time, so I came to you privately to say thank you and thank you very much for what you did during the day."

The two of them stood in the hallway, talking.

"Thank you very much. How grateful is that?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile to get rid of the awkward atmosphere in the air.

Ye Qianqi was stunned.

Before Ye Qianqi could answer, Fang Zheng had already waved his hand with a smile and said, "Miss ye, I have accepted your thanks. Let's just let this go. Actually, I was not only saving miss ye, but also saving myself."

Fang Zheng felt that the two of them would never stop being so polite. He had to go to the war zone next to check on the situation there.

With this time to socialize, it would be better to do something more practical. After all, according to what the tour guide described the soldier as dead, and then thinking of the police car's bizarre disappearance, there must have been a supernatural event in the war zone.

As long as there was a supernatural event, he would be able to capture his soul.

Cultivation is more important than girls.

Is this, being rejected?

Ye Qianqi blinked her clear and clear eyes, like a pool of blue water, as if she did not react for a moment. Then she smiled slightly, and the embroidered furong opened her eyes with a smile.

"Okay."

The two of them parted at the door.

Just as Ye Qianqi disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Local Tyrant's door opened from inside. He saw Fang Zheng standing at the door. He was stunned and then asked, "Fang Fang, I thought I heard my goddess ye talking outside the door?"

Fang Zheng said directly and decisively, "No, you must have heard it wrong."

After saying goodbye to A Local Tyrant, Fang Zheng went back to the guest room.

Only Local Tyrant looked suspiciously at Fang Zheng next door and then at the corridor, "No, I smell a girl's body at the door..."

Local Tyrant, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head and went back to his room.

Perhaps Local Tyrant could not have imagined that his goddess had indeed come, but not to him, but to old wang Fang Zheng, who lived next door to him... This is really a sad story.

...

Xianluo is a southeast asian country that laughs at poverty and doesn't laugh at prostitution.

Although it was a buddhist country, its buddhism was different from that of the domestic buddhism. The domestic buddhism was the dharma dharma, which advocated the enlightenment and crossing people, and finally achieved a positive result. The buddhism in southeast asia is basically derived from the small chan dharma, which focuses on personal cultivation, so the great chan dharma is not feasible in southeast asia.

Because of this, the people in this country laugh at the poor and not the prostitutes. As long as they can eat enough, men will try their best to become women. Because in Xianluo, women make more money than men.

Apai was a male nurse in a hospital. Even at night, he would continue to come to the dangerous city where there was a gunfight last night to clean up the bodies.

The rest of the people who came with him to clean up the bodies were boys like him, who had poor families, couldn't perform surgery, and had been trying to save money for themselves.

Only men from poor families would do such tiring and hard work.

The rich have already fulfilled their life goals and earn more money than the operation fee.

"Apai, let's move slowly. We don't have to work so hard. It's so annoying on a rainy day." A slightly shrill voice whispered to Apai.

The person who spoke was Apai's classmate and colleague, Banzhuang.

Banzhuang, a thin man of 160 centimeters in a waterproof raincoat, complained to Apai as he carried a body with Apai to a truck parked on the side.

"That's not good. Bacteria and plagues are the easiest to breed in the current season. These bodies have been released for a day and will rot very quickly in the rainy season." Apai hesitated.

He was also wearing a raincoat.

In these poor and backward small southeast asian countries, life is the least valuable, only money is the most valuable. For the sake of money, the corrupt authorities only gave simple equipment such as raincoats, masks and gloves to the people who carried the bodies. Not even a decent set of biochemical clothes.

Speaking of the corpses, Banzhuang subconsciously looked down at the cold corpses in his hands. There was no white cloth on the corpses, because there were so many dead people that even the corpses were transported by carts. How could he care so much about these details?

Therefore, at this moment, the grim expressions on the faces of these dead bodies were directly exposed to the eyes of both of them.

Looking at the ferocious expression on the dead man's face, Banzhuang shivered inexplicably, feeling a cold wind behind him.

"There are a lot of people who died this time. The bodies were transported one car at a time... Apai, do you think these people really died in yesterday's chaotic gunfight, as the police said?"

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