My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

The yamen servant asked tremblingly:

"Are you a dead ghost?"

"I am your father."

The yamen servant outside was furious, but after thinking about it, how could the dead say such beautiful words except for the living?

Opening the door, seeing the iron plate in Lin Xiang's hand, he blinked and asked:

"you are still alive?"

"You will die if you don't open the door."

"Come out quickly."

Lin Xiang walked out of the yard, and the yamen servant closed the door. After taking a breath, he said:

"You, what happened to you inside?"

"No ah!"

Hand over the iron plate in your hand to the yamen servant:

"Master Ling's belongings are all here."

"well."

After taking the iron plate from Lin Xiang's hand, the yamen servant roughly counted it and found that the number was right, then he winked at Lin Xiang, and he understood, followed behind and walked outside.

The yamen servant brought Lin Xiang to the government yamen room, and there were already two vicious men waiting.

The yamen servant reminded:

"No other meaning, just a routine body search."

Lin Xiang didn't care, he raised his arms, and after the two searched one after the other, they shook their heads to the yamen servant to say no.

The yamen servant immediately lifted the red silk covering the table and put five ingots of gold:

"This is given to you by the magistrate."

Lin Xiang didn't expect the magistrate to be so generous:

"Thank you, Lord Prefect, for me."

Holding five ingots of gold in his hand, Lin Xiang slipped one to the yamen servant without anyone noticing when he went out.

The yamen servant put it in his sleeves expressionlessly but skillfully. He, who had always been lukewarm, naturally became enthusiastic and sent Lin Xiang to the outside of the yamen:

"You are a polite person. You are not greedy for money like other corpse hunters. I will speak well for you in front of the magistrate."

"Okay. If there is a corpse in the future, call me."

The yamen servant watched Lin Xiang leave, feeling that there was something wrong with what he just said.

What does it mean to call him a dead body?Who died for no reason?

Lin Xiang came out of the government office, holding gold ingots in his hands, walking around the downtown area, attracting the attention of many people.

Finally stopped in front of the bun shop.

The shopkeeper stared at the gleaming gold ingot in Lin Xiang's hand, and already thought of a story about a nouveau riche who bought all his steamed stuffed buns to give to the poor in his mind.

A lot of spectators began to gather around.

"Guest officer."

Lin Xiang took out two pennies from his sleeve.

"A bun."

The shopkeeper hadn't responded yet, and it wasn't until Lin Xiang repeated it that he made a steamed bun for Lin Xiang muttering.

Lin Xiang took the buns, threw the two cents on the stall, and walked away swaggeringly.

Seeing Lin Xiang leaving, the shopkeeper complained:

"I've never seen such a brazen person who buys buns with gold but with two cents."

The spectators around looked at each other in blank dismay.

Then they scattered.

At this time, Lin Xiang was taking a shortcut back to Yizhuang from an alley.

Four sneaky guys follow behind.

Sure enough, as Lin Xiang expected, some of the ruffians on the street couldn't resist the temptation and came to make trouble.

Lin Xiang stopped deep in the alley, turned around and asked:

"What are you doing?"

The leader saw that Lin Xiang didn't have the slightest expression of fear, and was a little puzzled, but seeing that there was only one person on the other side, and there were four of them, he didn't think too much:

"Brothers don't have a lot of money and want to borrow money to spend."

"Okay!"

Lin Xiang threw the gold in his hand on the ground:

"But there are four of you, and I only have three."

"You kid, don't want us to fight among ourselves, it's useless."

"Fourth. Go and fetch the gold."

"Don't bother."

After Lin Xiang kicked the gold ingot on the ground, he said:

"This is money for your life."

After finishing speaking, he used the things in his sleeves and took out "On the Hanging Rope".

The four of them looked at each other, not knowing what was going on with the man in front of them.

Are you a fool?