Loss

"Open the door."

Wang Yuechuan thought for a moment, then called out rather calmly toward the morgue door.

"Don't even think about it! You—you—you killed someone! I absolutely won't open this door!" The old constable grew even more nervous the moment he heard Wang Yuechuan speak. "If something happens, I can't take responsibility!"

"You only need to open the door. You won't get involved." Wang Yuechuan said indifferently, "You should know where I come from. I came here with a special mission this time... This is part of the mission."

"A mission? What kind of mission? To kill someone?" The old constable shook his head. "Wait! How did you get in there? Why didn't I know? Sneaking around... You must have done something shady! And that person is a foreigner, too!"

"Open the door! If you don't, and something happens, you'll be even less able to take responsibility!" Wang Yuechuan shouted coldly.

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority. When the old constable heard it, his heart pounded, and he was nearly frightened into moving the chair blocking the door.

"I... I can't make that decision. Sorry for the trouble!" Since the old constable had spent so long guarding this post, which offered neither much money nor any chance of promotion, he had long cultivated a deep talent for protecting himself. There was no way he would take responsibility for this matter. "I... I'll report it!"

"You...!"

Wang Yuechuan gritted his teeth. No matter how calm he usually was, he nearly lost his composure at that moment. Faced with something like this, even a thousand explanations would not make things clear—not to mention that he could not casually tell an ordinary old constable guarding the morgue about it.

Even if he did, the man would only think he was crazy!