Chapter 131: The Corpse Ran Away?

Ten more days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yu Dazhang had originally thought he would attend an commendation ceremony.

By then, he would be draped in a big red flower, giving various speeches on stage; he had even written a draft for himself.

After all, it was a special case, so holding a large meeting to commend it was normal.

Moreover, it wasn't just him who earned merit; the First Detachment also received a collective second-class merit.

As a result, after waiting so many days, there was not a single sign from the bureau that a commendation meeting would be held.

He later learned through private chats with colleagues.

It wasn't that the bureau didn't want to hold a commendation meeting, but rather they were in no mood to hold one.

In the past half month, the entire Songhai police force underwent a major purge, with many personnel up and down being called in for investigation.

Holding a commendation meeting at a time like this, if several people were taken away during the meeting, that would be too awkward.

Yu Dazhang clearly understood this was because of the Third Affiliated Hospital case.

The network of connections was too complex, the scope of involvement too broad; they had been investigating for over half a month and still hadn't caught everyone.

During this period, he participated in arrest operations many times, but they were only arresting grassroots personnel.

Those at the section chief level and above were not their jurisdiction.

Worth mentioning is that two officers from the Hongkou Branch Bureau were also taken away for investigation, and once they left, they never returned.

The officers who had previously been suspended and transferred due to the hospital investigation also returned to the detachment and resumed their positions.

Another week passed.

Yu Dazhang's life had finally returned to normal.

He commuted to and from work every day, occasionally dating Seeing Qu Tuotuo for meals and strolls.

The branch bureau had no immediate plans to have him return to the First Detachment, so he took this opportunity to relax.

Compared to that, the work pace of the detachment was much more relaxed than the First Detachment.

On this day, right after getting off work, Seeing Qu Tuotuo called to invite him to dinner.

The two found a restaurant and sat down.

"Dazhang, you should buy a car; otherwise, commuting is so inconvenient," Seeing Qu Tuotuo suggested.

Yu Dazhang waved his hand and said helplessly:

"Forget it; rather than pedaling a bicycle, I might as well take the bus."

He had once thought about buying an electric bike, but with his body weight, it would be equivalent to carrying two people on an electric bike.

It would consume too much electricity.

If it ran out of power halfway, he would have to push it back, which would be too tiring.

"Pedaling what bicycle?" Seeing Qu Tuotuo, angered, stamped her feet:

"I'm talking about a car!"

A car? Yu Dazhang blinked twice, looking at her in confusion.

Did he do something that made her misunderstand?

"No, where did you get the idea that I can afford a car?"

Speaking of which, Yu Dazhang actually did have a driver's license and could drive.

Driving courses were part of the curriculum at the police academy, considered a compulsory subject.

Moreover, obtaining a driver's license during school was more convenient.

In his previous life, he had bought a car himself; although it wasn't a good car, it was sufficient for transportation.

Now, though~

The economic conditions didn't allow it.

"So stupid!" Seeing Qu Tuotuo glared at him:

"I'll buy it for you."

"Have we reached this stage in our relationship?" Yu Dazhang was somewhat surprised:

"Is this a dowry or a betrothal gift?"

His meaning was clear: he did not accept.

It wasn't that Yu Dazhang was being pretentious; he simply had never experienced such treatment.

There is a phrase: "It would be shameful to accept."

That was probably his current state of mind.

They say eating soft rice is easy, but this really depends on the person.

Some people truly cannot bend their backs or lower their heads.

Seeing Qu Tuotuo naturally heard the meaning in his words; she wasn't angry and continued to persuade:

"I just want to make your commute more convenient. Don't buy a good car; just buy one worth a few hundred thousand and drive it for now."

Yu Dazhang almost choked.

Good heavens, a car worth a few hundred thousand didn't even count as a good car in her eyes.

"You don't understand poor people," he said, not knowing what else to say.

Fuel, maintenance, insurance... a car worth a few hundred thousand costs at least twenty thousand a year. Yu Dazhang's current monthly salary was 4500, which would be cut in half directly.

Besides, if he really drove a car worth a few hundred thousand to work, how would the leaders and colleagues view him?

There would definitely be gossip at that time.

The impact would be bad.

The next day.

Yu Dazhang arrived at the detachment early in the morning.

No sooner had he entered than he saw Li Jun rushing out.

"I was just about to call you. Come on, there's a case!"

"A case?" Yu Dazhang glanced quietly into the room and followed without a word.

There were still seven or eight officers in the room, yet Captain Li had called only him away; this case must be unusual.

Reaching the police car, Yu Dazhang opened the door, got in, and then asked:

"What case?"

Please... save... 6... 9... book... now....!

Li Jun gave him a meaningful look, tossed a case file to him, started the car, and drove away.

Yu Dazhang opened the case file and read its contents carefully.

Case name: August 17 Running Corpse Case.

Case number: 746548...

Suspect: None yet.

Filing time: August 17, 2014.

Filing unit: Qingpu Branch Criminal Investigation Detachment.

What the hell is this?!

Having read only the opening, Yu Dazhang was furious.

Which idiot wrote this case file?

Running Corpse Case!

Are you kidding?

How can a corpse run, or rather, if it can run, is it still a corpse?

This is pure nonsense.

He forced himself to continue reading.

August 17, 2014, morning.

The Qingpu Branch received an alarm call from someone claiming to be the night-shift attendant at Qingpuer Academy.

His main duties were to guard the hospital morgue, receiving bodies, recording, verifying, and disinfecting.

Some readers may not be familiar with this.

Why would a place like a morgue require twenty-four-hour watch?

It isn't because they fear the corpses will run away.

Rather, the time of death cannot be predicted.

Therefore, the morgue must have someone on duty around the clock to receive bodies at any moment and make preparations.

Well, it is also to prevent people from stealing corpses.

Cases of missing organs from corpses had indeed occurred before, and quite frequently.

According to the attendant's description, at around one in the morning that night, he was on his usual night shift.

Faintly, a rustling sound came from the morgue.

The attendant, who had been playing with his phone, immediately grew alert and instinctively stood up to look.

He saw a corpse that had been lying on the morgue table somehow sitting up, staring straight at him with both eyes.

At that moment, he was frozen in fear.

Anyone daring enough to work the night shift in a morgue must have a bold heart.

Yet this scene still made his whole body go weak.

The sitting corpse made no other move; it simply stared at him through the glass of the duty room.

A living person and a corpse stared at each other in the eerie, yin-heavy morgue.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination caused by fatigue.

But everything before his eyes was far too real.

After staring at him for a while, the sitting corpse slowly began to move.

He saw it climb slowly from the morgue table; once on the ground, it looked around in some confusion.

Finally, it walked toward the attendant.

The corpse's face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood, and its eye sockets were sunken in.

Its two eyeballs were so stiff they showed no life at all, like a pool of dead water, staring fixedly in one direction.

In the silent morgue, the corpse's footsteps grew closer and closer to him.

(End of this chapter)