I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange rules talk

Conversation inside stopped.

Outside, Martin's heartbeat was beating as fast as a drum, and his palms were already wet with sweat.

He knew that he couldn't stay here for too long, otherwise if he was discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

He was about to leave quietly, but at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and the curator's figure appeared at the door.

Martin, what are you doing here?

The curator's voice was low and powerful, and there was an unexplainable meaning in his eyes.

Martin's heart sank, and he knew he had no way to escape.

He held the bag tightly and tried to stay calm, but his voice still trembled involuntarily.

Director, I...I was just passing by.

The curator sneered and walked towards Martin in a steady pace, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Martin, don't think that I don't know what you just heard, but what I want to tell you is that I did illegally transport some organs, yes, but this is also to make the best use of the things. I am not a bad person.

Martin's eyes widened and he looked at the curator in disbelief.

Making the best use of everything?

He doesn't understand why a person who sells human organs would say he's not a bad person.

How thick-skinned do you have to be to say such shameless things?

The curator seemed to see through Martin's doubts. He sighed and continued.

I know you must be confused and scared now, but what you need to know is that these organs were obtained legally and are used to save people. I am just a middleman. I ensure that these organs can be delivered to those in urgent need in time. in the hands of their patients.”

Martin's heart was in turmoil. He didn't know who to believe or what to do. He could only stand there blankly, trying to digest the curator's words.

Seeing that Martin still looked confused, the curator patted his shoulder gently and his tone became softer.

Martin, I know this is all too sudden for you, but now, what you need to do is to stay calm and don't let fear dominate your reason. I promise, this little evil I did, everything will be the same. For the greater good.”

You think, people are dead, why can't we make the best use of them? Use their internal organs that should be turned into ashes to save the lives of some other people?

It’s all nonsense!

The principle of not doing evil things for small things is something you learned in elementary school, right?

Martin took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind.

He nodded slowly to the curator and said nothing more, just telling himself silently in his heart that he must find out the truth.

The top priority now is

Maybe test him with that thing?

Director, what good things do you think I brought you?

Um?

The curator was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that hadn't he vowed to create a wilderness this morning?

What happened just now was so sudden that I forgot why he came back.

Did you bring something good for yourself?

The curator asked Martin with a suspicious look on his face.

What did you bring me?

Martin's hands trembled slightly as he slowly took out a delicate box from his homemade backpack. The surface of the box was engraved with complex patterns and had a faint luster.

Especially the yellowed photo above gives people an ancient feel.

Doesn’t anyone who sees it have to call it an old thing?

The curator's eyes froze the moment he saw the box, and his face instantly stiffened, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Are you kidding me?

The curator's voice was trembling, as if he was trying to suppress his inner panic.

This stuff may be unfamiliar to others.

After all, you can only see it a few times in a lifetime.

But for people who live on this bowl of rice, the curator is as familiar with him as most people are with their mobile phones.

Can urns be given away as goodies?

Martin ignored the curator's reaction. He calmly opened the urn, revealing the gray-white ashes inside, and then spoke slowly.

I just dug this out of the ground. It is said to be the remains of an unknown person. I think this is what you call 'making the best use of everything', right?

The curator's face became even more ugly, and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, as if he was trying to control his emotions.

How could you do this? The curator's voice almost shouted, and his eyes were full of questions and doubts: Are you mocking me? Are you insulting me?

Martin did not answer, but looked at the curator quietly without any fluctuation in his eyes.

The curator suddenly seemed to realize something. His eyes became sharp and he stared directly at Martin.

Did you bring him here?!

There was a hint of panic in the curator's voice, and he began to look around, as if looking for potential police officers.

Martin remained silent. His silence seemed to be a kind of acquiescence, which made the curator's heart sink to the bottom.

Martin! You have made a big mistake and you still think you are a messenger of justice?!

The night watchman in the room also came out, his face instantly turned ugly.

Are you confused in your head? Are you taking the urn that Ta Ma dug out from nowhere to the funeral parlor?!

You sell their organs, you deserve this!

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Martin did not give up and chose to face the hard steel.

Organ trafficking? Who? the night watchman asked with a dark face.

It's you! I heard everything you said in the room just now!

curator:?

Did I tell you that I sold my organs?

ah?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the curator just said that through illegal transportation of some organs.

So, they didn’t sell it, so they gave it away for free?

The body must have been dragged away by some unknown creature.

Seeing Jiang Xiao pointing out the drag marks on the ventilation duct, the curator said confidently.

Jiang Xiao frowned, staring at the curator with burning eyes, and his voice was cold and direct.

Director, are the disappearing bodies caused by you? I was not here last night, so you had enough time to do all this.

The curator's expression became complicated, and his eyes flickered, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

Jiang Xiao, I admit that you were not here last night, but that doesn't mean you can accuse at will. I was also very surprised by the disappearance of the body.

Accident? Jiang Xiao sneered: This is a funeral parlor, not a vegetable market. How could the body disappear for no reason? Unless someone tampered with it.

The curator's hands were clasped tightly, his throat rolled, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Do you have evidence? If not, I suggest you better retract your accusation.

Jiang Xiao did not flinch. He walked to the ventilation duct and pointed at the drag marks on it.

Don't these traces explain everything? The body was dragged away from here, and there is no unknown creature. Do you really think I am a three-year-old child?

That doesn't prove that we did it. The night watchman interjected, his voice still cold.

Really? Jiang Xiao turned his head and pierced the night watchman with his eyes like a knife: Then please explain, what happened here last night? As the night watchman of Daku, you really didn't hear anything?