"The other party is dangerous."
"The fact that he could stop the coachman from sending out any warning before death means his strength far exceeds what the carriage can handle."
On the carriage.
Unexpectedly, the Corpse Retriever explained to Jiang Qiao:
"So send out a warning first."
"Call the guards over."
"But we can't rule out the killer still being nearby, so we'll leave for now. Someone else will naturally handle what comes next. It has nothing to do with us."
"Too vicious." Jiang Qiao shook his head without responding. He merely said:
"What kind of person do you think it was?"
The more he said, the more mistakes he would make.
He didn't understand the procedures for dealing with such matters.
It was best not to speak.
Changing the subject would be best.
"Hard to say." The Corpse Retriever pondered for a moment. "There aren't many forces bold enough to attack a coachman. The authorities are one possibility, but if the authorities came, they would either investigate covertly or come in a large group."
"A covert investigation would be for gathering information."
"A large group would be for a Certain Kill."
"Killing someone while hiding like this doesn't fit the authorities' style."
"Other than the authorities, the ones most likely to do this—and who have a reason to do it—are probably that group of Corpse Stitchers."
Corpse Stitchers?
Jiang Qiao recalled the blogger he had seen in a short video.
What was going on?
Had that person organized a group outing just to cause trouble in the ghost market?
But he said nothing.
He merely nodded.
His gaze turned toward the lake outside.
Seeing that Jiang Qiao was silent, the Corpse Retriever stopped talking as well.
Silence descended over the scene.
The return journey was peaceful, with no accidents.