Zhang Ai didn’t sound happy. “Uncle, this is not okay. This is your job. How can you leave it to an outsider?”

Uncle Liu fumed, “Officer Zhang, it’s easy for you to talk. Why don’t you stay here for a few days and see for yourself?”

“If one of the corpses is stolen, it will be your responsibility. You don’t want to get charged, do you?”

When Zhang Ai said that, Senior Shu was amused. “Little girl, I’ve been alive for quite a long time, and I have never heard of anybody stealing a corpse.”

He then glanced at Zhang Ai, signaling at her to shut up.

Although Zhang Ai felt reluctant, she had no choice. She could only agree.

Uncle Liu left in high spirits. Before leaving, he repeatedly told us that if we heard someone compose poems in the morgue at midnight, we should never go inside and watch as curiosity would kill us. He was also curious, so he went inside for a peak. What he saw was…

Uncle Liu noticed that he’d said too much. He gave a sheepish smile and turned around to leave.

Senior Shu stopped him and gave him a talisman. “You shouldn’t...