I sat on the ground, feeling nauseated as I looked behind me at the two human skin sacks laid out. Rachel Lan had already removed their shirts and unstitched the seams at the back.
Inside, aside from the reddish subcutaneous muscle, there was hardly any bone visible—it was a genuine human skin sack. Rachel Lan had called the Ghost Burial Squad, and they would send people over to handle it.
Inside each human skin sack was a fist-sized urn of ashes. The two ghosts should be inside. Rachel Lan had already sealed them with a charm.
Suddenly, I remembered—I’d seen these human skin sacks before, and not just one or two, but a whole pile. In that big freezer where the Rotten-Faced Ghost was, there were a bunch hanging up.
Thinking of the Rotten-Faced Ghost, I recalled what Leo Huang and the others warned me about—the ghost nicknamed Dragon Head was looking for trouble with me.
I hurriedly told Rachel Lan everything at once. She looked at me thoughtfully.
“Where is the place you mentioned?” I pointed toward the highway leading to the outskirts of the city.
“Just over there, a bit farther ahead.”
I remembered that night at the ghost company, when Leo Huang and the others went with me to work—it was just down this road.
About half an hour later, two long black vans drove up. Several people got out, looking exhausted, dressed in ordinary clothes.
“Damn, working this late at night… If I wasn’t trying to make some extra cash, I wouldn’t bother coming out!”
One of them, wearing business attire and black-rimmed glasses, said.
“Let’s get to work. If we finish early, we can get two tables of mahjong going and play till dawn.”
Eight members of the Ghost Burial Squad arrived and got busy. Rachel Lan told them what I’d just shared with her, and they took notes.
After loading the human skin sacks into the van, the others began joking around, chatting about girls and the upcoming mahjong game.
I was dumbfounded. Were these really the police department’s special unit for handling ghost incidents? They didn’t seem to have any motivation to work at all.
“That’s enough, Miss Lan. We’ll submit this report to our superiors when we get back. As for whether it’ll be resolved, who knows? We’ll notify the Nether Syndicate.”
“The pay’s lousy. If things go wrong, we could lose our lives.”
Someone started complaining.
“If they’re like this, won’t they be doomed if they run into a ghost?”