Sitting on the cross-border trading group, the country is chasing after it

After a while, Jiang Ruochu, who was lying on the bed, heard a strange voice asking, "Is there another suitable one?"

Dutt patted his belly cheerfully and said, "She is traveling alone, with no relatives or friends. Let's monitor her and see if she can be matched with any clients."

"If it's suitable, we will..." Dutt chuckled twice.

Dr. Zimmerman reminded: "There are people around, so keep a low profile."

"Don't be so blatant. A Chinese died here last time. Although no one was held accountable, the large number of people involved could easily arouse suspicion."

"Okay, I understand. But don't worry, we have people protecting us. As long as there are no suspicious points in their deaths, China can't do anything to us. Besides, the bodies have been pretended to be cremated according to the procedures, so where can they find out?"

Zimmerman knew he couldn't convince Dutt, so he didn't waste any more time arguing with him.

Then Zimmerman walked closer and took a look: "Chinese?"

"Yes."

While writing out the examination form, Zimmerman called the nurse, handed the form to her, and then went forward to examine Jiang Ruochu.

He was very serious during the examination. After all, if there was a real match, then the organs must be removed while the donor was still alive or had just died.

Because Zimmerman ordered an expedited test, Jiang Ruochu's test results came out three hours later.

During this time, Zimmerman was keeping her on the edge of her seat.

As soon as Dutt saw the checklist, he came up to him eagerly and asked, "How is it?"

Zimmerman looked at the test results and sighed, "It doesn't match."

Seeing this, Dutt also sighed: "Well, that's right, our luck can't be so good that we can get one every time we get one. What about this one? Should we save it or not?"

Zimmerman pondered, “Since the organs are not a match and the profit is not high, there is no need to attack her.”

Zimmerman is not kind and merciful, but he is cautious and does not want too many unnecessary deaths to occur.

Dutt said with a little regret: "Okay, then we will treat it as it should be. Life and death depends on fate."

As soon as Jiang Ruochu heard that they wanted to save him, he immediately started pretending to be dead.

Don't give them a chance to be saved.

As long as she died, these guys would take care of her body and squeeze out the surplus value of her corpse.

Jiang Ruochu opened the system page and found the system skill that could allow her to enter a state of suspended animation. After clicking on it, her heart immediately stopped beating and a straight line appeared on the monitor.

Dutt exclaimed in surprise: "What's going on?"

Zimmerman was stunned for a moment, then immediately began first aid, and the nurse next to him also came to help.

Dutt stood by and kept asking, "Is she dead? Can't she be saved?"

Zimmerman told the nurse: "Prepare for shock."

Dutt said sarcastically: "I think it's better not to save him."

The nurse looked at Dutt in surprise.

Zimmerman thought Dutt was stupid and shouted impatiently, "Quiet!"

After completing the emergency treatment procedure, Jiang Ruochu still had no vital signs. Zimmerman could only declare her dead, asked the nurse to record the time, and sent her away.

"I'll arrange for Sophia to take care of the rest. You can go take care of other patients first."

"it is good."

After a while, Sophia came.

Zimmerman whispered, "Take the man to our place quietly."

After all, there are many people in the hospital and it would be very troublesome if other colleagues found out while handling corpses here, so Zimmerman bought a studio near the hospital specifically for handling corpses.

Of course, Zimmerman did not always transport the bodies away. Instead, he acted according to the situation. For example, Shen Mingya died and had her organs removed in the hospital. Because the hospital environment and equipment were better at the time, he deliberately arranged all the assistants to be his own people during the operation.

"Okay." Sophia was already familiar with the process and didn't need to ask what to do.

During the transportation of Jiang Ruochu, Ye Sha was always watching nearby to prevent any accidents.

Soon, Jiang Ruochu was transferred to his destination.

This is a workshop of about 100 square meters, divided into three parts inside, and the two rooms outside are designed to look like ordinary offices.

The innermost room is the most secretive one, with cold storage and surgical equipment.

Sophie neatly arranged the bodies and equipment so that she could start the operation right away when Zimmerman arrived.

Dutt eagerly began contacting clients.

"Hey, Mr. Johnny, we have a new arrival here, a Chinese female, 25 years old, just died, are you interested?"

"You want to see the stuff? Of course no problem." Dutt casually took a photo of Jiang Ruochu's disguised corpse with his mobile phone and sent it over.

"How is it? She's a good specimen, isn't she? She's 25 years old, still young, and her skin is in good condition. She's the most suitable specimen for you."

Johnny said with satisfaction: "It's perfect, just what I need. I want her body. Remember to clean it for me. I don't want any internal organs left in it."

"Of course, we have cooperated so many times, you are still not at ease." Dutt thought to himself, I won't give it to you even if you want it, and adding organs is another price.

There are people in this world who like to collect clean corpses without organs and internal organs like Johnny, and there are also people who like to collect internal organs, so it is most cost-effective to sell them separately.

Not long after Dutt and Johnny agreed on the price, Zimmerman came and excitedly told Zimmerman that he had found a buyer.

"Hurry up, the buyer is our old customer Johnny, you know what to do. I can't leave for too long, so I'll go back first."

"I know," Zimmerman said as he put on his gloves.

Then he told the nurse Sophia: "You should go back first, I can handle this here by myself."

"Yes, Dr. Zimmerman."

After the two men left, Zimmerman was the only one left in the room.

The black cat that Yesha transformed into suddenly jumped onto the morgue.

Zimmerman was startled and exclaimed, "Where did the cat come from!?"

The black cat didn't move, just stared at him, causing Zimmerman's scalp to tingle.

He raised his hand and shooed the black cat away: "Go away, you beast."

But the black cat remained motionless, squatting beside the corpse, as if guarding something.

Ye Sha was indeed guarding Jiang Ruochu, because Jiang Ruochu had entered a state of suspended animation.

Zimmerman turned around and picked up a long stick, trying to drive the black cat away, but when he stretched out the stick, the black cat nimbly raised its paw, slapped the stick away, then glanced at Zimmerman and licked its paw leisurely.

Somehow, Zimmerman saw contempt in a cat's eyes.

Oh my God, he must have worked too much overtime, and there was too little oxygen in this space, so he had hallucinations and thought that a cat had facial expressions.

At this moment, the corpse lying on the morgue moved its fingers.

Zimmerman initially thought he was dazzled, but when he looked carefully again, the corpse's arms began to move. Then the corpse suddenly sat up, turned its neck flexibly, and looked at Zimmerman.

"Ah!!" Zimmerman stepped back repeatedly and fell on the ground. His lips trembled and he said "you you you" for a long time, but in the end he couldn't piece together a complete sentence.

Jiang Ruochu asked Ye Sha: "Did you scare our doctor?"

Ye Sha felt like he was being blamed for no reason and was speechless: "You scared him."

The resurrected corpse and the talking cat drove Zimmerman, a materialist, completely crazy.

Jiang Ruochu shrugged indifferently, jumped off the morgue, squatted down calmly, and patted the frightened Zimmerman's face: "Can you still speak?"

Zimmerman took a deep breath and waited for a long time before asking in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Ahem..."

Zimmerman asked later, choking on his saliva due to fear.

Ye Sha looked Zimmerman up and down. Seeing that he was sweating profusely and his legs were shaking, he said with disdain, "Killing people and harvesting their organs. I thought you were so brave, but you turned out to be a coward."

Zimmerman came back to his senses and asked: "Are you here to investigate this matter?"

"It's good that you have a clear mind." Jiang Ruochu asked calmly, "I know your organization must be very large. You are just an executor. I want to know all the information you know."

"If I tell you, I'll die!"

Ye Sha threatened coldly: "If you don't tell us, you will die too."

Zimmerman observed Ye Sha. He could tell that the man in front of him was not joking. He really wanted to kill people and had killed people before. The look in the eyes of such people was usually different from others.

Zimmerman sneered: "I don't know who you are, but I know there is nothing in this world that money can't buy. Tell me, how much money do you want to give up."

"I advise you not to be so wishful and want to fight the organization behind me."

"That is undoubtedly like an ant trying to shake a tree."

Jiang Ruochu said coldly: "Don't even mention the tree, even if it's the sky, I can turn it over for you."

Ye Sha controlled the knife and put it against Zimmerman's neck: "Too much nonsense, I have no patience, speak."

Zimmerman lowered his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and had a conflicted expression. It was obvious that he was having a fierce ideological struggle.

During this process, the knife got closer and closer to his neck, leaving a deep bloody mark, and blood flowed down the side of his neck.

Zimmerman was a doctor and knew the danger of this place. If the blade had gone a little deeper, he would have died. He begged for mercy: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

"I am just an executor. When I receive a suitable patient, I fake his/her death and remove his/her organs to provide to the client."

"If you can't be an organ donor, you can sell your body."

"Our buyers are wealthy people from all over the world. They like to play with things that ordinary people can't play with."

Jiang Ruochu asked: "Are you more than one executor?"

Zimmerman hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded.

"Who are the other executors? Which link does the police officer Dutt belong to? Are you colluding with the local police? And after the organs are harvested, who will be responsible for transportation? You should also have the buyer's information stored, right?"

Zimmerman licked his lips and fell silent again.

"I've already said it, so I don't mind saying more."

Zimmerman said: "I don't know who the other executors are. This must be highly confidential. I don't know the name of the person in charge of transporting the organs or what he looks like. He always wears a mask and a hat every time he comes. I only have his contact information."

"As for the buyer's information, it's all stored in the computer."

"What is the transporter's contact information?"

Zimmerman pointed to the cabinet next to the table and said, "There is our special mobile phone in there. Whether it is to contact the transporter or the customer, we use that phone. The call is encrypted and cannot be detected by the equipment."

Jiang Ruochu was about to get it, but was stopped by Ye Sha: "I'll go, you watch him."

"Okay." Jiang Ruochu looked at Zimmerman with disgust and helplessness, "You are a respected doctor who can cure diseases and save lives, but you chose to become an executioner."

Zimmerman laughed hoarsely twice: "Yeah."

He lowered his head with a dejected look, and it was unclear whether he was repenting for what he had done, killing so many people, or regretting being caught.

Then he suddenly vomited blood.

Jiang Ruochu was stunned for a moment, and asked hurriedly: "What did you eat?"

Zimmerman vomited more and more blood, and he was about to sit in a pool of blood: "I can't tell you who it is. If I tell you, not only will I die, but my family will die too."

"You have no idea how powerful those people are."

Zimmerman stared in despair: "I can't avoid it, I can't avoid it. Only if I die, my family won't die."