The Sweeper Monk in the Morgue

The group walked into the elevator leading to the basement level, and the air instantly turned freezing cold.

As the elevator doors opened, an old man wearing a military overcoat, sitting on an office chair and reading a newspaper, blocked their way.

In front of him was a small table with a large thermos on it. Next to it sat an enamel mug with a few tea leaves floating inside.

Liu Zheng immediately stood up straight and said respectfully, "Old Man Zhong, I brought someone to examine a corpse."

Old Man Zhong put down his newspaper and looked Lin Mo up and down with a pair of seemingly dim, aged eyes.

Lin Mo was also sizing up the old man in front of him.

Old Man Zhong's gaze paused on Lin Mo for a second before he picked up the newspaper again and waved his hand without looking up.

"Go on in. Make it quick, and don't disturb my old friends' rest."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu Zheng replied and led Lin Mo toward the ordinary swing door.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips. He didn't expect that there would be a hidden expert like a sweeping monk in the Yanhuang Awakening, and his spiritual power didn't seem any weaker than Wen Tonghai's.

"Old Man Zhong has been here for many years. He's a veteran of our branch office, and he has never lost a single corpse," Liu Zheng explained in a low voice.

Lin Mo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Liu Zheng skillfully pulled open the back door of the morgue, and a blast of cold air mixed with the smell of disinfectant and frost rushed out.

An entire wall was filled with metal cabinets, each affixed with a cold, numbered label.

Liu Zheng walked straight to one of the cabinets, grasped the handle without the slightest hesitation, and gave it a sharp pull.

The metal slide rails let out a creaking sound that seemed exceptionally piercing in the silent morgue.

A black body bag lay quietly in the drawer.

"Because of the car accident, the condition of the body is already..." Liu Zheng's hand rested on the zipper pull, a troubled look on his face.

"Cut the chatter and open it. There's nothing I haven't seen."

Lin Mo's voice was very calm, devoid of any discernible emotion.

In fact, under his divine sense, the mangled mass of flesh and blood in the bag had already been scanned inch by inch, leaving no detail hidden.

Liu Zheng took a deep breath and sharply pulled the zipper open.

Only three seconds passed.

"There's nothing to see. The body really doesn't have any scent at all."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Have you been to his house?"

Old Bai quickly spoke up, "Xia Zhi went. When he arrived, the place had already been turned upside down. It seems the other party didn't find what they were looking for either."

Lin Mo's fingers tapped rhythmically against the cold metal cabinet door, making a soft clicking sound.

In the entire space, only this monotonous sound and the breathing of the group remained.

"That Billy definitely brought back something very important from Britain."

Before his voice died away, Lin Mo raised his hand, formed his fingers into a blade, and made a slashing motion in the air toward the exposed hair of Billy's corpse.

A few strands of hair silently snapped and drifted down.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zheng was taken aback.

"We'll go to the scene of the incident tonight to summon the soul. We might have an unexpected harvest."

Lin Mo flicked his finger, and the strands of hair floated gently toward Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng reacted extremely fast. He immediately pulled a prepared zip-lock bag out of his pocket, skillfully placed the hair inside, and sealed it.

"Let's go. We're going to Billy's house to take a look now."

Lin Mo turned around, tossing out a single sentence.

"Just because those people didn't find it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Liu Zheng and Old Bai exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of relief in the other's eyes.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Mo stepped in, all the seemingly unsolvable problems instantly had a clear direction.

To be honest, facing all this, Lin Mo felt a hard-to-conceal little thrill in his heart.

After all, he had read so many mystery novels about famous detectives like Edogawa, Poirot, and Sherlock.

If he were to solve a case himself, the sense of accomplishment would be incredibly high.

Of course, in front of Liu Zheng and the others, he couldn't show this emotion.

After all, in their eyes, he was a mature, profound, and invincible supreme expert.

Damn it, I've been influenced by the system.

Only when the footsteps of Lin Mo's trio completely faded away did Old Man Zhong, who had been reading his newspaper at the door, slowly put it down.

Under the dim light, his murky old eyes were now frighteningly clear.

"What kind of master is this? I can't see through him at all. Has someone from the Hidden Sect come out again?"

Old Man Zhong picked up his enamel teacup and blew on the tea dust floating on top.

He faced the rows of cold cabinets, as if chatting with old friends.

"Forget it, none of this is my, Old Man Zhong's, business. Don't you all agree? Anyway, they won't come over to snatch your corpses."

"Speaking of which, it's a good thing the Ning family's matter was suppressed and that technology was destroyed, otherwise I, Old Man Zhong, would have snatched your corpses back even on my deathbed."

Old Man Zhong seemed to be talking to himself, occasionally taking a sip of tea and then spitting tea leaves onto the ground.

Speed is crucial in military affairs. Old Bai stepped on the gas pedal and drove straight to a large single-floor apartment complex in the city center.

The exterior walls of this newly completed real estate development were made of expensive dry-hung stone, shimmering with a gentle luster in the sunlight, silently proclaiming its value.

The main concept of the development was bringing five-star hotel services into residential living.

The security guards at the entrance all stood tall and straight; they were all young, able-bodied military veterans with sharp gazes.

Even when they saw the credentials placed behind Old Bai's car window, they still meticulously executed the procedure and picked up the registration book.

Even Lin Mo had to have his ID card recorded.

"Hello, please register your ID information, everyone."

Even Lin Mo had to follow the rules.

"This security is decent."

Lin Mo nodded inwardly, secretly calculating, "Later, I'll have Chu Lintian buy an apartment here for Miao Miao. The little girl will feel much safer living here."

"Captain Liu, you're losing your touch. You even get stopped at the door," Lin Mo teased.

"It can't be helped. This doesn't count as an emergency situation right now."

Humble, too humble. Captain Liu felt that his official authority was facing an unprecedented challenge.

The vehicle drove smoothly into the underground parking lot, which was absurdly bright. A butler wearing a tailcoat and white gloves was already waiting to the side. He bowed slightly and gestured with his arm.

"Officers, the visitor parking spaces are over there. Please follow me."

Old Bai parked the car as instructed. The butler had already walked briskly to the elevator lobby and pressed the up button in advance. The entire process flowed smoothly like water, without a single superfluous movement.

The rules were genuinely strict, but the service was also truly impeccable.

"This service is indeed worth the money. I could get a place here." The more Lin Mo looked, the more satisfied he felt.

He turned his head to look at the butler beside him and asked casually, "How much do you sell per square meter here?"

The butler maintained a standard bowing posture, his tone carrying just the right amount of pride: "Sir, the current average price for our Lingtian Mansion is 23,000 yuan per square meter."

"Not bad, the price is good. I'll bring a friend over to take a look some other day." Lin Mo nodded.

"T-twenty-three thousand?!"

Hearing this number, Liu Zheng's eyes nearly popped out, and his voice changed pitch. "Are you robbing people?! Isn't the area just outside the city center only 18,000?"