Su Bai's body froze slightly, looked at the door, without any movement.

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." However, the person outside seemed to be sure that there was someone inside and was still knocking on the door.

Seeing that he could not hide, Su Bai took a deep breath, covered the mop on the blood stain, and walked towards the door.

"Who?" he asked outside the door.

"It's me, Zhao Kongqing." A man's voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, Su Bai's heart burst.

Zhao Kongqing is Zhao Mingshan's brother and a plainclothes policeman who participated in Zhu Yingying's battle before. He knows him.

"Brother Zhao, is there anything wrong?" Su Bai calmed down his emotions and felt that he would not show any strangeness, so he opened the door.

Zhao Kongqing was still wearing the leather jacket he had before and was standing at the door.

At this time, he looked a little depressed, and I wonder if it was because of the death of his colleague that affected him.

After the door opened, Zhao Kongqing frowned slightly when he saw the burning brazier: "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning. These are garbage in the store and I'm going to burn it tonight." Su Baiqiang said calmly.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing looked at the wet ground and nodded: "Then you pay attention to fire safety."

After saying that, he paused, "I came to you this time because I want you to help make two urns."

"Under?" Su Bai immediately understood when he heard his words.

These two urns were prepared for his colleagues.

"What kind of wood do you want?" Su Bai thought for a while and asked.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing frowned and then said, "Are there any recommendations?"

"There are South China Sea yellow rosewood, small-leaf red sandalwood, red rosewood, ebony, and golden nanmu..." Su Bai said the materials he had here, and then said:

"What I recommend is red rosewood. This wood is hardwood. Compared with the soft wood of Jinsinan, it has a heaviness. It is not much different from the South China Sea Huanghuali and the printed small-leaf red sandalwood. It is red, which is more atmospheric and affordable."

"Well, okay, that's it." Zhao Kongqing nodded.

"You can record their names, ages and patterns, and I can make them in about two or three days." Su Bai walked to the counter, took out a notebook and handed it to Zhao Kongqing.

"By the way, how much is it here?" Zhao Kongqing nodded and asked casually.

"Just give it seven hundred." Su Bai replied.

Hearing him say this, Zhao Kongqing chose the pattern on the notebook and also filled in the name on the notebook.

The price of 700 yuan is indeed very fair and very cheap.

Some factories processed urns are probably the price.

Not to mention handmade.

Su Bai's handicrafts are also good near this old street.

Then, Zhao Kongqing put down seven hundred yuan: "I will pay the money first, and I will come to you in three days."

"Okay." Su Bai nodded.

"By the way." It was at this moment that Zhao Kongqing seemed to remember something and looked at Su Bai.

His eyes were very sharp, like a hawk, as if he could look directly into a person's heart.

When Su Bai saw his eyes, his heart beat slightly faster.

At this time, he even felt that he had revealed some flaws.

"Xijiang City has not been very peaceful recently, please be careful." Zhao Kongqing picked up the paper and pen and wrote a string of numbers on the notebook: "If there is anything, call me."

"Yes, okay." Su Bai nodded and agreed.

Afterwards, Zhao Kongqing left the coffin shop and walked towards the darkness.

Soon, a police car drove out of the darkness and drove towards the distance.

Su Bai looked at the police car that was leaving, and a cool breeze blew.

He felt a cold back, and at this time, Su Bai realized that a fine cold sweat had oozed out of his back.

Su Bai discovered that Zhao Kongqing's aura seemed to be no weaker than Zhu Yingying.

"He is also a resurrection?" He frowned slightly.

But immediately, Su Bai threw this idea behind his mind. From Zhu Yingying's memory, he could only feel that Zhao Kongqing was very capable and there was nothing else abnormal.

Moreover, how can a resurrected person become a policeman?

Shaking his head, Su Bai closed the door, picked up the stick beside him, and opened the wood chips in the stainless steel washbasin to make the fire inside burn more vigorously.

But this time he was lucky. Although he met Zhao Kongqing when he destroyed the evidence, he did not reveal any flaws.

Otherwise, it would be a big trouble.

"Xijiang City has not been peaceful recently." Su Bai put the wooden stick aside, remembering what Zhao Kongqing said just now, his brows frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, but suddenly remembered what he was discussing at work this morning.

Perhaps it wasn't accidental that a girl from Xijiang No. 2 Middle School disappeared.

Now, in this city, in addition to Zhu Yingying and the murderer who killed her, there may also be other vicious people.

"You have to pay more attention to safety in the future." Su Bai thought for a while, then put away the money and picked out a piece of rosewood from the warehouse.

There was nothing to do tonight, so he planned to make the urns of the two policemen.

After picking out the wood, Su Bai measured the following with a ruler and saw the red rosewood into the shape of two rectangular cuboids with a wooden saw.

Then, he sawed the two rectangles open, then took out the grinding machine from the side and began to carefully polish it.

This series of movements seems very skillful.

The federal government is now promoting cremation, so Su Bai's coffin shop often receives orders for selling urns, and making urns is no worse than coffins.

This made it until three or four o'clock in the morning, and the things in the stainless steel were almost burned.

Seeing this, Su Bai stood up and stretched his body.

A crackling sound suddenly came from him.

At this time, in his hands, a very exquisitely carved urn appeared, with the pictures on it vividly.

Su Bai has been taught by his father since he was a child, and his woodworking skills are even better than those of some teachers.

This is also the reason why he can still get a coffin and urn business after his father passed away.

Then, Su Bai lifted the stainless steel basin, walked to the faucet, washed it into the ashes with water, and made the ashes into paste.

Then he walked to the street and poured the paste into the sewer.

After Su Bai finished these things, he was still a little worried, so he cleaned the stainless steel washbasin and used water to clean up the traces on the street.

"Hu..." He exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling satisfied.

Now, all the clues of his rebirth have been cleared.

But immediately, Su Bai smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!