Chapter 563: Good friends, stealing corpses together!
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
After Jiang Wan left the town, she went to the farm, briefly explained the situation to Shen Rumei, and then entrusted Ping An to her care.
"mom!"
Ping An obviously also knew that something had happened to Qiao Liancheng.
He stood there looking at Jiang Wan pitifully, as if to say:
"What should I do if something happens to dad?"
Jiang Wan walked over, stroked his head gently and said:
"Don't be afraid, I will be there. Even if dad is not around, I will still be there!"
Ping An looked up at her pitifully. At this moment, he was no longer the stubborn and naughty child.
He is just a poor child who needs love and is afraid that he will lose his loved ones again.
Jiang Wan's heart felt sour, she pinched his little nose and said:
"Little guy, you weren't very cruel before, why are you wilting now!"
Ping An protested with red eyes: "How can I be cruel? Even though I didn't like you when you came, I didn't do anything to you. It's you who can't tolerate me!"
Jiang Wan sighed, ruffled his hair and whispered:
"I didn't like you before, but I do now."
"Your father will come back. If your father doesn't come back, I will take you to marry someone else. When the time comes, you call someone else dad and he will be so angry!"
Ping An is about to cry. What kind of comfort is this?
When Jiang Wan returned to He Shanhai, He Shanhai was about to go out. When he saw her coming back, he hurriedly pulled her sleeve aside and whispered:
"I found out, Hai Ningshuang made an appointment with the funeral parlor to cremate Chen Ping!"
Jiang Wan's eyes instantly turned cold: "What time is it?"
"Five o'clock tomorrow morning!"
Jiang Wan was silent.
It's past seven o'clock in the evening now, and the cremation will be at five o'clock tomorrow morning. It's so urgent!
He Shanhai was silent and said: "There is no other way now, just steal the body!"
Jiang Wan nodded: "Well, that's all we can do!"
"It's just that if we steal the body, if we are caught, we will go to jail!"
But He Shanhai smiled: "What's the problem? It's not like he's going to be shot directly. He's just going to jail. Besides, we may not be caught!"
As he spoke, he blinked and whispered: "I bribed the family of a corpse, and the deceased was a domestic violence man."
"His parents are gone, so he only has a daughter-in-law and a son. Normally, domestic violence men always beat and scold their wives in various ways."
"He almost crippled his son, so my wife has long hated him."
"This time, the domestically violent man died after drinking with his friends. His wife refused to take his body and left it in the morgue for seven days!"
"I secretly contacted the woman today and gave her [-] kilograms of grain. She was happy to hand over the body to us."
"Then we can just swap the bodies of the two people!"
Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and raised her thumb at He Shanhai.
He is worthy of being a future boss. He has many connections and many methods!
"When we go to steal a body, do we still need to call him Jiang Cheng?" He Shanhai thought for a while and asked.
Jiang Wan was silent: "No, I was so sick that I went to the doctor before!"
"Jiang Cheng is engaged in ideological work. It would be very difficult for him to do it if he knew about us stealing corpses."
He Shanhai hummed and suddenly said: "Actually, the best way to save Qiao Liancheng is to let Jiang Cheng confess."
"As long as he admits that he killed Chen Ping, Qiao Liancheng will be fine!"
Jiang Wan shook her head: "Qiao Liancheng and him are life and death brothers, and we won't do this."
"What's more, Jiang Cheng is in trouble this time. He's just unlucky!"
He Shanhai hesitated and said no more.
At about eight o'clock that night, Jiang Wan and He Shanhai dressed up so that they would not be recognized immediately if they were caught.
Chen Ping's body is still in the hospital morgue at this moment, as long as they go directly to the morgue to exchange the two bodies.
"What if Hai Ningshuang finds out it's not Chen Ping during cremation?" He Shanhai asked curiously.
Jiang Wan said: "Probably not, because Hai Ningshuang doesn't love Chen Ping much either."
"Does she have the face to meet a person who was killed by her own hands?"
He Shanhai thinks about it too.
The concierge at the morgue is in his 50s and likes to read newspapers with his reading glasses.
Especially when it gets dark, he prefers to read newspapers under dark lights.
When Jiang Wan and the others came over, the old man was watching attentively. The key to the morgue was on his waist.
Jiang Wan tugged at He Shanhai and asked in a low voice, "Can you open a lock?"
He Shanhai shook his head.
Then he pointed at the old man’s key and said, “Go steal it!”
Jiang Wan rolled her eyes: "No matter how I steal, I don't even know him!"
He Shanhai said: "You are a woman and you are easy to talk to. Let's get close to you!"
Jiang Wan glared at him, but still walked over and knocked on the door.
Jiang Wan wore a white down jacket today.
There are no down jackets these days. Jiang Wan gave Liu Qianqian a sample and asked Liu Qianqian to make it.
It is also preparing to be the main product of clothing factories next year.
Of course, not being able to harvest so many feathers this year is also the most important factor.
Mass production is not possible, only one or two pieces are possible.
Jiang Wan's piece is a sample. It has a lot of duck feathers stuffed inside to keep warm.
When she knocked on the door, the old man didn't hear him, so she moved closer and shouted.
As a result, I didn't see a nail on the door. This was exposed by the door being in disrepair for a long time.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, and when she took her arm down, she just caught the nail.
"Stab!"
Jiang Wan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this voice. She said in her heart that the fabric of this down jacket was not up to standard. If there was a cut, the feathers inside would not fly all over the sky.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened.
The moment the door opened, Jiang Wan's down jacket was pulled open.
Stab it!
What was originally just a small hole was magnified in an instant, and even half of the sleeve was torn open.
The duck feathers inside instantly poured out, a messy handful.
When the door was opened, the wind blew up the duck feathers.
It drifted down again.
At that moment, it seemed like it was snowing.
The concierge didn't know why. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the "blizzard" in the sky.
The uncle is a little confused.
At this time, Jiang Wan was also very confused. She looked up at the uncle depressedly and asked:
"have you eaten?"
His movements were a little stiffer, his voice was hoarse and rough, and his face was a little paler.
Then combined with the white duck feathers.
That state was very much like a snow girl coming out of the snow, ready to eat people.
As for asking you if you have eaten?It just came out of nowhere and was exported without even passing through the brain!
When the uncle saw this scene in front of him, his body trembled:
"Ah! Ghost!"
Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Jiang Wan was even more confused. Was she that scary?
The white snow in the sky was still falling. Jiang Wan smelled it and suddenly smelled the special smell of livestock hair.
She couldn't help but sneeze:
"Ah Ji, um, I have to talk to Liu Qianqian later. These feathers need to be disinfected, otherwise they will stink!"
After speaking, he bent down and took the key from the uncle's waist.
However, it was not appropriate to see the uncle lying like this. After thinking about it, she reached out and dragged him into the house.
When she straightened up and was about to leave, her eyes drifted and she saw the title of a story newspaper on the table next to her:
"Snow Girl Murder Case"
"..."
I didn’t expect the uncle’s taste to be so strong!
"mom!"
Ping An obviously also knew that something had happened to Qiao Liancheng.
He stood there looking at Jiang Wan pitifully, as if to say:
"What should I do if something happens to dad?"
Jiang Wan walked over, stroked his head gently and said:
"Don't be afraid, I will be there. Even if dad is not around, I will still be there!"
Ping An looked up at her pitifully. At this moment, he was no longer the stubborn and naughty child.
He is just a poor child who needs love and is afraid that he will lose his loved ones again.
Jiang Wan's heart felt sour, she pinched his little nose and said:
"Little guy, you weren't very cruel before, why are you wilting now!"
Ping An protested with red eyes: "How can I be cruel? Even though I didn't like you when you came, I didn't do anything to you. It's you who can't tolerate me!"
Jiang Wan sighed, ruffled his hair and whispered:
"I didn't like you before, but I do now."
"Your father will come back. If your father doesn't come back, I will take you to marry someone else. When the time comes, you call someone else dad and he will be so angry!"
Ping An is about to cry. What kind of comfort is this?
When Jiang Wan returned to He Shanhai, He Shanhai was about to go out. When he saw her coming back, he hurriedly pulled her sleeve aside and whispered:
"I found out, Hai Ningshuang made an appointment with the funeral parlor to cremate Chen Ping!"
Jiang Wan's eyes instantly turned cold: "What time is it?"
"Five o'clock tomorrow morning!"
Jiang Wan was silent.
It's past seven o'clock in the evening now, and the cremation will be at five o'clock tomorrow morning. It's so urgent!
He Shanhai was silent and said: "There is no other way now, just steal the body!"
Jiang Wan nodded: "Well, that's all we can do!"
"It's just that if we steal the body, if we are caught, we will go to jail!"
But He Shanhai smiled: "What's the problem? It's not like he's going to be shot directly. He's just going to jail. Besides, we may not be caught!"
As he spoke, he blinked and whispered: "I bribed the family of a corpse, and the deceased was a domestic violence man."
"His parents are gone, so he only has a daughter-in-law and a son. Normally, domestic violence men always beat and scold their wives in various ways."
"He almost crippled his son, so my wife has long hated him."
"This time, the domestically violent man died after drinking with his friends. His wife refused to take his body and left it in the morgue for seven days!"
"I secretly contacted the woman today and gave her [-] kilograms of grain. She was happy to hand over the body to us."
"Then we can just swap the bodies of the two people!"
Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and raised her thumb at He Shanhai.
He is worthy of being a future boss. He has many connections and many methods!
"When we go to steal a body, do we still need to call him Jiang Cheng?" He Shanhai thought for a while and asked.
Jiang Wan was silent: "No, I was so sick that I went to the doctor before!"
"Jiang Cheng is engaged in ideological work. It would be very difficult for him to do it if he knew about us stealing corpses."
He Shanhai hummed and suddenly said: "Actually, the best way to save Qiao Liancheng is to let Jiang Cheng confess."
"As long as he admits that he killed Chen Ping, Qiao Liancheng will be fine!"
Jiang Wan shook her head: "Qiao Liancheng and him are life and death brothers, and we won't do this."
"What's more, Jiang Cheng is in trouble this time. He's just unlucky!"
He Shanhai hesitated and said no more.
At about eight o'clock that night, Jiang Wan and He Shanhai dressed up so that they would not be recognized immediately if they were caught.
Chen Ping's body is still in the hospital morgue at this moment, as long as they go directly to the morgue to exchange the two bodies.
"What if Hai Ningshuang finds out it's not Chen Ping during cremation?" He Shanhai asked curiously.
Jiang Wan said: "Probably not, because Hai Ningshuang doesn't love Chen Ping much either."
"Does she have the face to meet a person who was killed by her own hands?"
He Shanhai thinks about it too.
The concierge at the morgue is in his 50s and likes to read newspapers with his reading glasses.
Especially when it gets dark, he prefers to read newspapers under dark lights.
When Jiang Wan and the others came over, the old man was watching attentively. The key to the morgue was on his waist.
Jiang Wan tugged at He Shanhai and asked in a low voice, "Can you open a lock?"
He Shanhai shook his head.
Then he pointed at the old man’s key and said, “Go steal it!”
Jiang Wan rolled her eyes: "No matter how I steal, I don't even know him!"
He Shanhai said: "You are a woman and you are easy to talk to. Let's get close to you!"
Jiang Wan glared at him, but still walked over and knocked on the door.
Jiang Wan wore a white down jacket today.
There are no down jackets these days. Jiang Wan gave Liu Qianqian a sample and asked Liu Qianqian to make it.
It is also preparing to be the main product of clothing factories next year.
Of course, not being able to harvest so many feathers this year is also the most important factor.
Mass production is not possible, only one or two pieces are possible.
Jiang Wan's piece is a sample. It has a lot of duck feathers stuffed inside to keep warm.
When she knocked on the door, the old man didn't hear him, so she moved closer and shouted.
As a result, I didn't see a nail on the door. This was exposed by the door being in disrepair for a long time.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, and when she took her arm down, she just caught the nail.
"Stab!"
Jiang Wan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this voice. She said in her heart that the fabric of this down jacket was not up to standard. If there was a cut, the feathers inside would not fly all over the sky.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened.
The moment the door opened, Jiang Wan's down jacket was pulled open.
Stab it!
What was originally just a small hole was magnified in an instant, and even half of the sleeve was torn open.
The duck feathers inside instantly poured out, a messy handful.
When the door was opened, the wind blew up the duck feathers.
It drifted down again.
At that moment, it seemed like it was snowing.
The concierge didn't know why. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the "blizzard" in the sky.
The uncle is a little confused.
At this time, Jiang Wan was also very confused. She looked up at the uncle depressedly and asked:
"have you eaten?"
His movements were a little stiffer, his voice was hoarse and rough, and his face was a little paler.
Then combined with the white duck feathers.
That state was very much like a snow girl coming out of the snow, ready to eat people.
As for asking you if you have eaten?It just came out of nowhere and was exported without even passing through the brain!
When the uncle saw this scene in front of him, his body trembled:
"Ah! Ghost!"
Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Jiang Wan was even more confused. Was she that scary?
The white snow in the sky was still falling. Jiang Wan smelled it and suddenly smelled the special smell of livestock hair.
She couldn't help but sneeze:
"Ah Ji, um, I have to talk to Liu Qianqian later. These feathers need to be disinfected, otherwise they will stink!"
After speaking, he bent down and took the key from the uncle's waist.
However, it was not appropriate to see the uncle lying like this. After thinking about it, she reached out and dragged him into the house.
When she straightened up and was about to leave, her eyes drifted and she saw the title of a story newspaper on the table next to her:
"Snow Girl Murder Case"
"..."
I didn’t expect the uncle’s taste to be so strong!
