In the conference room, the police chief was baffled when he heard that Xiao Ma planned to contact a Corpse Handler in Xiangxi that he knew.
In the past, he had indeed heard some of the Corpse Handler legends from Xiangxi.
But he had always thought they were fake.
He had never expected that such things really existed.
That was outrageous.
Soon, Xiao Ma's call connected.
The person on the other side snapped and promptly hung up the phone first.
After a while, the other party called back.
On the other end of the phone, answering the call was a young man who didn't look very old.
At most, he seemed around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
He sat on a rock, wearing a sharply tailored suit, with a dark, dense forest behind him.
The attire and the backdrop were bizarrely mismatched.
Xiao Ma was baffled.
"Qiangzi, what are you doing? Is your dad at home? I've got something for your dad!"
The person on the other side was named Li Qiang.
