Building 8, Unit 2, Apartment 401.
Watching Qin Ziwu walk away, Zhao Shuheng looked at Zhao Pu. "Dad, it's not dangerous, is it?"
Zhao Pu patted his son's head. "We're just moving something. What's so dangerous about that? This is an opportunity."
A flash of worry crossed Zhao Shuheng's eyes. "Dad, we're moving a body! Didn't you hear the noises from outside just now?"
Zhao Pu chuckled. "Your old man is a doctor. I've seen more dead people than all of you combined. What's the big deal? The fact that they're asking us to move a body proves they're short on people."
Zhao Shuheng looked at his father's white hair, pressed his lips together, and nodded.
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Building 8, Unit 2, Apartment 601.
The man's voice trembled. "Honey, should... should we go? If we help move the body, won't that make us accomplices?"
Although the woman was also a little scared, she gritted her teeth. "We're going. We have to."
