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Chapter 396 - 362: Smuggling Organs

Chapter 396: Chapter 362: Smuggling Organs

The conversation inside stopped.

Martin froze outside, his heartbeat pounding like a drum, palms sweaty.

He knew he couldn’t stay here too long, otherwise, if discovered, the consequences were unimaginable.

Just as he planned to slip away quietly, the door was suddenly flung open, and the figure of the museum director appeared at the doorway.

"Martin, what are you doing here?"

The museum director’s voice was deep and forceful, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Martin’s heart sank, knowing there was no escape.

Clutching the cloth bag, he tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily.

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

The museum director scoffed coldly, walking steadily towards Martin with an unequivocal tone.

"Martin, don’t think I don’t know what you just heard, but what I have to tell you is that yes, I indeed transported some organs illegally, but it’s also making the most of them, I am not a bad person."

Martin’s eyes widened, staring at the museum director in disbelief.

Making the most of them?

He couldn’t understand how someone involved in illegal organ trafficking could claim they were not a bad person.

How thick-skinned must someone be to utter such an unashamed statement?

The museum director seemed to see through Martin’s confusion, sighed, and continued.

"I know you must be confused and scared right now, but you need to know that these organs were obtained legally, and they are to save lives, I am just a middleman, I ensure these organs can be delivered in time to those patients who need them the most."

Martin’s mind was in turmoil, unsure whom to believe or what to do, he simply stood there, trying to digest the museum director’s words.

Seeing Martin still confused, the museum director gently patted his shoulder, his tone softening.

"Martin, I know all this is too sudden for you, but now, what you need to do is keep calm, don’t let fear dictate your reason. I promise, the little evil I’ve done, it’s all for a greater good."

"You think, if people are dead, why can’t we make the most of them? Why can’t we use their organs, which should turn to ash, to save some other lives?"

All twisted logic!

Isn’t not committing evil no matter how small a principle learned in elementary school?

Martin took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts.

He nodded slowly at the museum director, not saying another word, just silently telling himself to uncover the truth.

The urgent matter now was...

Perhaps he could test the museum director with that object?

"Director, guess what good thing I’ve brought you?"

"Hmm?"

The museum director was startled, only then remembering that Martin had been determined to create something out of the wilderness that morning.

The sudden incident had made him forget why Martin had come back.

He brought something good for him?

The museum director asked Martin suspiciously.

"What have you brought me?"

Martin’s hand trembled slightly as he slowly took out an exquisitely carved box from his homemade backpack, with complex patterns etched on its surface, giving off a faint sheen.

Especially the yellowed photo on top, which gave it an ancient feel.

Wouldn’t anyone call it a relic?

The museum director’s gaze froze the moment he saw the box, his face instantly stiffening as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

"This... what kind of joke are you playing on me?"

The museum director’s voice was shaky, as if he were trying hard to suppress the panic inside.

This item might be unfamiliar to others.

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

But for those who make a living off this profession, the funeral director was as familiar with it as ordinary people are with their cellphones.

Could an urn be considered a "nice thing" to give to someone?

Martin, however, didn’t pay attention to the funeral director’s reaction. He calmly opened the urn, revealing the grayish ashes inside, and then slowly said,

"This I just dug up from the ground, said to be the remains of some unknown person. I think this is what you mean by ’making the most of things,’ right?"

The funeral director’s face grew even uglier. His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, as if he was struggling to control his emotions.

"How... how can you do this?" The director’s voice was almost a roar, his eyes filled with question and suspicion, "Are you mocking me? Insulting me?"

Martin did not respond, just silently watching the funeral director, his eyes devoid of any flicker.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the director’s gaze sharpens, staring directly at Martin.

"Did... did you bring him over?!"

A hint of panic revealed in the director’s voice, he began to look around, as if searching for lurking police officers.

Martin remained silent. His silence served as a tacit consent, dragging the funeral director’s heart into the abyss.

"Martin! You’ve made a big mistake, and you even think of yourself as a crusader of justice?!"

The Night Watchman came out from the room as well, his face turning ugly in an instant.

"Is your head filled with mush? Bringing an urn that you dug up from who knows where into the funeral home?!"

"You sell their organs, this is what you deserve!"

Backed into a corner, Martin did not back down and chose to confront head-on.

"Selling organs? Who?" The Night Watchman countered with a grim face.

"It’s you! I heard everything you were talking about in that room just now!"

The funeral director: "?"

"Did I tell you I sell organs?"

Huh?

Thinking carefully, the director had indeed just mentioned "illegally transporting some organs"...

So they weren’t selling, they were giving them away for free?

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

Watching Jiang Xiao point out scrape marks above the air duct, the funeral director stated with conviction.

Jiang Xiao’s eyebrows were locked tight, his gaze intense as he stared at the funeral director, his voice cold and direct.

"Director, the disappearing bodies, was it your doing? Last night I wasn’t here, you had plenty of time to do all this."

The funeral director’s expression became complex, his gaze shifting, as if weighing something in his mind.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and slowly began to speak.

"Jiang Xiao, I admit you were not here last night, but that doesn’t mean you can make accusations at will. I’m just as surprised as you about the disappearance of the bodies."

"Surprised?" Jiang Xiao scoffed coldly, "This is a funeral home, not a vegetable market, how could bodies disappear without reason? Unless someone tampered with them."

The funeral director’s hands clenched tight; his throat moved as his voice became slightly hoarse.

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

Jiang Xiao did not back down, he stepped over to the air duct, pointing at the scrape marks.

"Isn’t all this evidence enough? The body was dragged away from here, unknown creature indeed, do you really take me for a three-year-old child?"

"That still doesn’t prove we did it," interrupted the Night Watchman, his voice still cold.

"Is that so?" Jiang Xiao turned his head, his gaze piercing toward the Night Watchman, "Then explain to me, what happened here last night? As the Big Warehouse Night Watchman, did you really hear nothing?"

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