Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1309 - 639 Carrying the Corpse to Surrender

Sancha River bus station was rarely as lively as it was that day, with circles and circles of people gathered as if attending a grand market.

Since its inception, due to a lack of foot traffic and its distance of several hundred meters from the town, the station had remained vacant for a long time until it gradually started to attract some visitors after opening.

But for a small town, the place wasn’t exactly bustling. Normally, there were only two stalls selling cigarettes, water, and snacks at the main entrance, along with a few tricycles waiting to pick up passengers—cars and buses entered the yard only to turn around and then parked right at the entrance, with hardly anyone inside.

People getting off the buses never stayed, and the number of those waiting at the entrance never exceeded twenty—a small vehicle could carry twenty people and then depart.

Today, however, was unusually lively.

In the middle of the crowd, on the open ground, a thief, whether from fear or cold, had tears and snot running down his face to the point where his features were indiscernible, and he lay on the ground, bound up like a rice dumpling. Next to him, another thief—or more precisely, the body of a thief—lay beside him.

The police station’s car arrived, and a young man who got out frowned as he surveyed the crowd and then the bodies on the ground. He directed the people who jumped out after him, "First, put that thief in the car and ask around to see if anyone knows what happened, we need to understand the situation first."

The living thief, seeing the police officers, reacted as if seeing his own relatives. He didn’t even wait to be pulled; he squirmed on the ground like a caterpillar, desperately inching his way toward the vehicle. He couldn’t have been more cooperative.

The bus driver, also a young man, came over bending and bowing, fishing out a cigarette: "Officer Xu, although this person died on my bus, I swear I didn’t lay a hand on him. Everyone on the bus can vouch for me. I had nothing to do with this, but I’ll cooperate in any way needed. Please don’t delay me from picking up passengers. Have a smoke, have a smoke..."

The woman carrying a bag next to him, the driver’s wife and also the ticket seller on the bus, leaned in to support her husband: "Our boss was driving all the time and didn’t even touch anyone. These two thieves are strangers; their death has nothing to do with us. We’re just trying to make a good business during the New Year holidays, who would have thought this would happen? Officer Xu, you must help us!"

Help? Help with what? They were just afraid that this incident would delay their business.

The new officer in charge at Sancha River, Officer Xu, though quite young, didn’t carry himself in a high profile manner and hadn’t really done anything significant since his arrival. Of course, in this place, there weren’t any significant incidents to handle, not even a few hooligans to deal with, let alone any actual cases.

Officer Xu looked at the couple and refused the cigarette offered by the driver, "I don’t smoke. Don’t panic, just come to the police station later for a statement. It won’t take much of your time. Were you the one who reported this? Who was the last one to hit the person?"

The driver, already unhappy about having to go to the police station for a statement, grimaced even more at this question, looking around: "He was just here, where did he go? Has anyone seen the person who hit the thief? Where did he go?"

He knew where Guo Liucai, the man who had hit the thief, had run off to, but he was unwilling—and unable—to say.

In front of so many people, if he were to speak out, others might label him ’unethical.’ After all, the thief was an outsider, whereas the man who hit him was a local. If you don’t support your own people and instead side with outsiders who steal, isn’t that unethical?

If word got out that he was ’unethical,’ who would ride his bus in the future? Besides, Guo Liucai had gone to Boss Yan’s cattle farm—who knew how Boss Yan planned to handle the situation? If he ended up offending Boss Yan too, the consequences... would definitely not be good.

After shouting a couple of times and seeing that no one reacted, the driver turned to Officer Xu with a miserable face: "Officer Xu, I was busy watching the thief on the ground just now; I really didn’t see where he went. We all agreed to wait here for you..."

The main suspect had disappeared?

Officer Xu looked displeased and swept his stern gaze over the crowd: "Who saw where the person who hit him went? Speak up quickly and report them. Sheltering a suspect is also a crime. Does anyone know... do you know?"

He addressed a burly man carrying a load nearby, who scratched his head upon hearing this: "I don’t know, I just came from the market and managed to squeeze in to watch the excitement..."

A few low chuckles came from the crowd, making Officer Xu’s expression even grimmer. He then asked another person, "Were you a passenger on this bus?"

The middle-aged man he pointed to chuckled foolishly, "Yes, yes, I was just on this bus."

"Then you’ll also need to come to the police station to give a statement. Did you see where the person who hit him went?"

"No problem with giving a statement, but I really didn’t notice where that person went," the middle-aged man said, scratching his head and looking around. "Maybe he went into the yard to find the restroom? I’ll go check for you..."

Without waiting for Officer Xu’s response, he ran into the station’s yard.

Seizing the opportunity, Officer Xu instructed his colleagues, "Find a vehicle to transport the body to the hospital for an examination to determine the exact cause of death. Oh, and don’t forget to search the deceased’s belongings to see if we can find any clues to his identity."

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