Extortion by threatening to expose a corpse

  In the end, it was all because of their greed for small advantages. They were quarreling loudly in the car, and the people surrounding the car were also making a big fuss. Before long, I heard the sound of sirens coming from behind, and it turned out that a police car had arrived.

  I didn't expect the police here to be so diligent, they were willing to go out on patrol before dawn. The police got off their car and walked straight to our large passenger vehicle, knocking on the door and asking the driver to get off.

  。

  The police have arrived, and the two drivers no longer dared to stay in the car. They opened the door and walked down with their heads hung low. However, there was a strange scene: as soon as the two drivers got out of the car, a policeman rushed up to the driver's seat, pulled out the car key, and then ran back down. This policeman couldn't possibly think that the drivers would dare to escape in front of them.

  Two drivers and villagers were arguing outside the car, seemingly quite fiercely. The passengers on the bus felt a bit relieved from their panic, and some of them couldn't help but be curious, so they got off the bus to watch the commotion.

  When it comes to watching the excitement, Dog Root has always been extremely enthusiastic. As soon as he saw someone leading the way down from the car to watch, he pulled me along and ran down too. Before long, except for the elderly and women with children, all the passengers on the bus had rushed down to join in the excitement.

  As soon as I got off the car, I saw a man lying several meters in front of the car head. Although it's too dark to see his face now, one of his legs is stretched out almost to his shoulder, obviously broken, but he didn't even make a sound, probably really killed by the impact.

  "Officer, you have to do something about this! I was driving normally on the road when he suddenly crashed into my car out of nowhere, like a gust of wind. There's no way I could've reacted in time. And what's with people wandering around on the street at 4 am? They must be trying to scam me." A driver said emotionally, pointing at the corpse on the ground.

  I couldn't help but shake my head, this driver is really stupid, who would risk their life for a little money, saying that will only add fuel to the fire, what a joke.

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  As expected, the villagers immediately blew up, and a sturdy black man jumped out and walked right in front of the driver.

  The black man slapped the driver with a loud slap, then scolded loudly "I'll f**k your ancestors, my dad is over 70 years old and still runs like the wind, what's wrong with you?"

  The driver seemed to be punched silly, covering his face and muttering "That old man was indeed running too fast, I just felt a blackout, he crashed into me, I really didn't see him."

  Hei Hanzi listened and kicked the driver's body twice, directly kicking him down. Then he said viciously, "Anyway, if you don't leave 100,000 yuan today, don't blame me for being impolite."

  After finishing speaking, that black man lifted up the iron shovel in his hand and scraped it on the ground, scraping out a string of sparks.

  Actually, I already felt something was off here. Judging from the situation, this black guy's father had died, but looking at his ferocious expression, there wasn't a hint of sadness. The old man is lying dead on the street now, even if it's to preserve the scene, he doesn't even know to cover the deceased with a quilt, instead he keeps asking the driver for money.

  。

  "Brother, we're out on the road, who would carry so much money on them?" Another driver looked more rational and immediately thought of a more practical issue.

  "There are so many of you, can't you just make up the difference? If there's a shortage of 50,000, it should be possible to make up for it with 100,000, right?" someone among the villagers surrounding the car said.

  "Hey, right, anyway you won't get the money today, none of you in this whole car can leave." The black man waved his hand and more than a dozen villagers rushed up, surrounding us thirty or so travelers.

  This is clearly a robbery, I looked at the two police officers, unexpectedly they were holding their hands and watching like spectators, without any intention of intervening. The driver saw that he couldn't negotiate with the villagers, so he sought help from the police, but who knew they would shrug their shoulders and say "You people in the car should figure it out among yourselves, these villagers are ethnic minorities, we can't manage them too well."

  The two drivers looked at each other with a bitter face and turned to the passengers outside, meaning they wanted to borrow some money from us to deal with the trouble in front of them. Taking out one's own money to wipe someone else's butt, everyone is definitely unwilling, but looking around at the dozen or so villagers with fierce faces holding farm tools and machetes, they could only obediently take out their money.

  More than 40 passengers, one person took out 10,000 yuan, just enough to make up for the 500,000. These villagers were really good at calculating. On the other side, the passengers were lining up to take out money, while the driver was writing IOUs with a bitter face.

  "Xu Ge, I think something's off. Look at those two kids in uniform, they're not even getting paid, what a joke." Dog Root whispered in my ear.

  I nodded, relying on the ability to observe words and expressions that I had cultivated over the years of doing business. There must be a cat's claw between these two policemen and the villagers.

  Being cheated is not a habit of mine, I told Doggie that there must be something wrong with this matter, and the corpse might be fake, I have to take a look.

  Gou Genzi nodded, then took out his phone and sent a text message. Before long, he received a response. Gou Genzi glanced at the phone, then lowered his voice and said "I was right, people in the company say that there have been cases of drivers hitting and killing people here, and then being extorted by ethnic minorities."

  The dog root child found a crowded place and squatted down to make a phone call. And I quietly squeezed through the crowd towards the corpse at the front of the car.

  What are you doing?

  The black man in front let out a loud roar and ran up to me in three strides, just blocking the corpse behind him.

  "It's not good for an old man to lie on the ground like this." I had a sudden idea and quickly took off my coat, pretending to cover the body with it.

  "Mind your own business." The black guy pushed me, this guy was quite strong, and I retreated several steps in a row.

  "I'm a doctor, I suspect that the injured person is not dead yet and can still be rescued. Let me take a look." I walked back in front of him again.

  "Save your mom's ass." The black man cursed, then felt embarrassed and quickly added "My dad won't let you touch us."

  "Comrade, you must believe in medicine and trust doctors." I said with conviction.

  "Right, let's get the doctor to take a look, who knows, maybe he can be saved and everyone will be happy?" Dog Root finished the phone call, winked at me, and then stirred up the passengers to cheer.

  "Yes, yes, let the doctor take a look." Actually, anyone with discerning eyes can see that something is not quite right here. Now that someone has taken the lead, it's only natural to lend a hand. If the problem can be solved, that's for the best; if not, the situation can't get any worse anyway.

  A crowd of people shouted together, and the dozen or so villagers also couldn't hold back. I observed the faces of the big black man and the two policemen, finding that they had all become much darker, so I knew this matter was definitely problematic, and suddenly I had the courage.

  "Just take a look, but don't think about making a move on my dad, or I'll kill you." The black guy and the police officer exchanged a glance, then said to me.

  "Don't worry, I don't even have a nail clipper on me." I waved my hand at the black man and then sidled around him to stand in front of the corpse.

  The corpse was real, I stretched out my finger and probed under the nose of the corpse, and indeed there was not a hint of breath. However, from the time of the accident to now, it's been less than an hour, so the corpse should still be warm, but this corpse in front of me was icy cold, much colder than the surrounding temperature.

  This is really too strange.

  "How is it? Is anyone dead?" The black man's words were somewhat disdainful.

  Is this really how it is when a real father dies? I understood in my heart, but didn't say anything out loud, and just asked the driver to find me a flashlight.

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  It's all for show, I remember on TV dramas doctors would always shine a flashlight into the patient's pupils and then shake their head at the family before declaring death.

  I shone my flashlight on the corpse's face, and the deceased's face looked dry and withered, thin and old, as if it were a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin, with a dull grayish-green complexion that didn't look like someone who had just died.

  This virtuous corpse can still run and crash into the car like a gust of wind? If this is true, then it's not just crashing into people, it's really crashing into ghosts!

  I mustered up the courage to reach out and touch the corpse's skin, but to my surprise, it felt cool to the touch with a hint of slipperiness. I carefully scratched the surface of the deceased's skin with my fingernails, and immediately felt something flake off into my nail crevices.

  The big black man said that Lao Tou was over 70 years old, at such an advanced age, why is he still wearing makeup?

  I secretly sniffed the smell with my fingers under my nose, and a pungent smell immediately entered my nostrils. I held back my nausea and pretended to be calm on my face.

  If I'm not mistaken, this is the smell of formalin and disinfectant mixed together. That night in the morgue, I had a good sniff.

  I reached out and lifted the eyelids of the deceased, shining my flashlight on them. I found that the eyes were dry and sunken, like a deflated cotton ball or the eyes of a long-dead fish. I intentionally applied more force with my hand, and when I moved it away, I saw that the grease on the eyelid had been wiped off, revealing a purple-black substance underneath.

  "This is a corpse, only dead bodies that have been dead for some days will grow this thing. In other words, the corpse in front of us was not just hit to death, it has been dead for at least a few days. Thinking again about the formalin on the body, even if it's been ten or half a month since death, it's not impossible."

  I snapped off the flashlight, and since it's still dark outside, I couldn't let these "villagers" discover that I've caught on.

  "Doctor, how is it? Can he still be saved?" The long-distance bus driver asked me with some expectation.

  I glanced at those villagers, and they all looked at me with ill intentions.

  "The dead cannot be killed again, unless it's a god coming down to earth, no one can save them." I replied loudly so that everyone present could hear clearly.

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