As f * ckers, although they were currently investigating a case and not in charge of traffic accidents, if they did not do anything when they encountered a traffic accident, if people, even reporters, knew about it and blew the matter up, they might not be able to fill their bowls.
So, in the end, Wenner and Cyric discussed with each other and decided to let Cyric stay behind to call the people from the transportation bureau and maintain the traffic order, in case something happened again.
But Ye Xuan and the others did not care so much. Right now, it could be said that they were like clay Bodhisattvas crossing the river, and they could not even protect themselves. There was no way for them to care about so many things. Ye Xuan, on the other hand, thought it was better to avoid trouble. Now, they needed to leave this place. If they stayed here, who knew what the Grim Reaper would do, and it would be even worse if the innocent were to be hurt.
The car started again, and Ye Xuan and the others continued in the direction of Bushwick. Only Wenner was left in the car, and apparently, he had learned his lesson from the previous incident. This time, he followed Ye Xuan's car dozens of meters behind them.
Almost ten minutes had passed since the car accident, but Hall and Perrin still had lingering fear in their hearts. Although the first and third attacks happened in an instant, the second attack was when the whole car crashed right next to them. If it weren't for Ye Xuan's Drift to move the car away, they could not help but shudder at the thought of the car crashing into their car.
"Ye, thank you for just now. If it weren't for you, we would have become hamburgers now." Perrin exhaled and looked at Ye Xuan, who had his hands firmly on the steering wheel. Her eyes were like autumn cabbages.
"You're welcome. Aren't I in the car too?" Ye Xuan did not see the autumn cabbages in Perrin's eyes. He was focused on observing everything around him.
Although according to the Grim Reaper's rules, Hall, as the victim of the attack, had escaped once, they were already safe. Then they would be safe. However, the rules were dead, but the Grim Reaper was alive. No one could guarantee that the Grim Reaper wouldn't be attacked again.
"Ye, you said that we've already been attacked once. Will it be Loren's turn next?" Ye Zichen's mood gradually calmed down.
Hall suddenly thought of his next candidate. He couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"Holler, did you forget that when we came out, Ye had already sent Lauren into the sanctuary. Don't worry, she will be fine." Before Ye Xuan could speak, Perrin comforted him.
"Mm, thank you, Perrin!" Although Perrin was consoling him, But Hall was not at ease.
Seeing that Hall was still restless, Ye Xuan's eyes flickered, and he said, "Don't worry, Hall. It'll be fine!"
"En, Ye, thank you!" Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Hall felt relieved. Nodding his head, he sincerely expressed his gratitude.
The car continued on the road. Sure enough, the Grim Reaper had not given up yet. For example, a manhole cover suddenly fell on the road in front of the car. Another example was a barbecue square exploded, and several forks with meat stuck in them flew over. Another example was a billboard that fell from the sky. It seemed to be getting closer and closer to Bushwick. The Grim Reaper's breath became more and more anxious. It seemed that he did not want them to go to Bushwick.
Wenner, who was following behind them, was skeptical at first. But later on, he began to slowly believe what Ye Xuan and the others had said about Grim Reaper. As a f * cking detective, Wenner had also experienced danger. He had even been through a hail of bullets, but this short two-hour journey was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat even though he was just following behind them. In his eyes, this journey was simply a journey from hell. The endless dangers could be compiled into a book of "100 ways to die by accident".
However, no matter how dangerous the journey was, there would always be an end. After two hours, the journey, which could be said to have gone through eighty-one difficulties, finally came to an end when Ye Xuan stopped at a remote street in Bushwick called Krull Street, which Palin had pointed out to him.
The funeral of Americans was basically cremation. The people who were buried were either the rich ones or the poor ones who couldn't even afford the cremation fees. Most people were pushed into the incinerator to be cremated after death. Therefore, there would be a cremation facility set up by the American government at the opposite corner of every city in the United States.
In addition to the crematorium, because of religious beliefs, after the death of the deceased, a Christian funeral would be held. The deceased would be remembered in the church, and then the deceased would be pushed into the morgue behind the church. After being processed by the mortician, the deceased would be pushed into the incinerator to be burned.
Morticians had existed in China as early as the Eastern Han Dynasty. As the name suggested, after a person died, they would place the corpse in a coffin and tidy up the remains. In fact, in the ancient times of Huaxia, there were two other occupations that were opposite to a mortician. They were the Corpse Painter and the Coroner. However, these two occupations could still be seen occasionally except for the Corpse Painter. The Coroner had basically gradually disappeared in history because the United States did not have a long history, and the only occupation that was established was the Coroner.
Since morticians often came into contact with the dead, they would more or less be tainted by the gloomy aura of the dead. Therefore, even in a liberal society like the United States, there were still some psychological barriers against morticians. Most people would not come to such a crematorium if they were not disgusted.
As soon as he got out of the car, Ye Xuan could not help but frown as he looked at the steeple-shaped building behind the church. His expression turned grave. In the eyes of an ordinary person, perhaps there was nothing above the steeple-shaped building. However, to Ye Xuan, who had magical eyes, he could see that the black nether energy above the building seemed to be encircling the entire building. Even his Mind Energy could not penetrate it.
"What is that place?" Ye Xuan pointed to the steeple-shaped building and asked.
"Oh, you mean there? That should be the morgue!" Hearing Ye Xuan's question, Palin took a look and answered.
"Morgue?!" Hearing Palin's words, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed and he nodded noncommittally. "Okay, let's go in!"
In front of them was a church. In the middle of the church was Christ tied to a cross. The church here was usually only used for funerals. Because there was no funeral today, the entire church was empty. Only two rows of white candles were lit at the end of the church. Not only did it not look sacred because it was a church, but everything in the church seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, and an ominous aura permeated the entire air …
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