Dangerous Goods

It was a little after two in the afternoon, with the sun blazing overhead.

Still wearing a motorcycle helmet, Yimo felt dizzy, as if his head were a metal barrel sitting inside a microwave. It was about to explode.

Could he have seen it wrong?

After all, there was dust on the helmet's visor, making it a little dim. On top of that, the ground was uneven, and the people carrying the body on a stretcher had been unsteady on their feet, swaying a few times. It was only natural that he might have seen something wrong.

But Yimo still couldn't help wanting to make sure. He stopped paying attention to Brother Justice and walked step by step toward the vehicle the bodies had been loaded into.

The bodies hadn't been loaded into the black Security Post pickup truck, but into the large truck with a moving company logo on it.

Through the open cargo doors, Yimo could see three simple coffins inside, as if the truck had been brought specifically to haul bodies.

Was this reasonable?

Just as Yimo was about to reach the large truck, a man who looked younger than thirty came over and blocked his way.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

He wore blue work clothes with the words "Bai Ye Group" on the chest. He looked sunny, with a crew cut, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and wore a consistently warm smile.

His build was average—not fat or thin—but he seemed quite muscular.

Yimo frowned at his words. "You're using a moving truck to transport bodies?"

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Yimo took a deliberate look at the man's shoes. They were branded sports shoes, spotless, new, and clean.

The man smiled at his words. "Here in Box Town, Bai Ye Group takes on all