I know very well that Razor is a person who must have absolute certainty in everything before he can do it. If he is not sure, he will not take risks.

If it was just to send the incense burner, there was no need for the Razor to take it in person.

It can be seen that Razor is obviously very confident this time, so he will go this trip. I took a deep breath, looked at Razor and said, "Okay, I believe you once... By the way, where is the incense burner, have you not carried it with you?"

Seeing that the razor was empty and there was nothing on my hands, I asked strangely.

Razor nodded: "Yes, I didn't bring the incense burner."

I was stunned.

It was agreed that Razor would bring the incense burner to change people, but what was Razor doing? He came by himself and left the incense burner at home. Wouldn't this trip be wasted and a waste of expression?

I was so amused and crying: "Brother, what should I do if you don't bring the incense burner, what should I do if they are safe? The White Dragon King wants me to use the incense burner to replace people from him."

He even cried out in a hurry.

But Razor acted calmly and seemed to be unconscious of this matter.

The razor asked me to sit down, poured two cups of tea slowly, and handed me the first cup: "Brother, don't be impatient, listen to me talk to you slowly."

I have a bitter face, how can I get down?

Say to Razor: "If you don't bring the incense burner out, you have to tell me in advance. I'm ready to prepare a plan. Don't you know how dangerous the situation is now."

Faced with my questioning, Razor took it easy.

He scraped the surface of the tea with a cup lid, and the heat rose like a sleeve, swinging around between the two, forming a sharp contrast between the two.

One was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and the other was as quiet as a stone in a glacier.

It looks a bit weird. The way these two people get along is really confusing and don’t know. They even think that we are not friends, but are born and dead.

After taking a sip of tea, Razor slowly said to me: "Brother, have you ever thought that the White Dragon King you met was actually just a fake?"

I was already very anxious, and when I was said by Razor, I was immediately as if I was struck by lightning and almost knocked over the teacup.

He asked in surprise: "Don't make such a joke. How can you be sure that the White Dragon King is a fake?"

"Have you ever met the White Dragon King before?"

Razor asked, and I shook my head: "No...but we have seen both the saint and the witch. It's impossible for them to make mistakes at the same time, right?"

"Neither the saint nor the witch is your own people. They are not worthy of your trust. Anyone may lie to you."

Razor raised his head, stared at my eyes, and said so.

I bit my lip and recalled the appearance of the White Dragon King, and felt that the young White Dragon King seemed to be missing something, lacking a sense of majesty and domineeringness.

Razor took out a document from his arms and handed it to me: "Tell me the truth. Before I went abroad, I had entrusted my client to investigate the White Dragon King, and the results were very surprising."

I took the information with skepticism.

After opening the information and reading it carefully, he said in surprise: "What, this White Dragon King comes from the slum?"

Razor nodded.

"This is a very authoritative investigation report. I can guarantee that the information on it is 99% accurate. From this point, do you think you have seen any information?"

Razor trusts his investigation report very much, and he hopes that I can trust as much as he himself.

I stared at the photos on the report and pondered: "From the investigation report, the identity of this White Dragon King is a child from a slum, but the White Dragon King himself is of noble origin, so how could it be from a slum? In other words, this White Dragon King is fake."

The razor put the teacup down.

He said to me, "No matter whether he is true or false, what we need to be clear now is that we must respond to changes in the same way. Although we are in other countries now, we cannot mess up our own stance."

After Razor finished speaking, I put the information on the table.

I looked up at the ceiling, my mind was a little confused.

If the White Dragon King is fake, then who is cheating? Is it a slum child who pretends to be the White Dragon King in order to deceive the incense burner in my hand?

I was suddenly shocked, sat up and said to Razor, "By the way, why did you appear in this factory? What is your relationship with the factory manager?"

When I asked Razor, he answered calmly: "If I told you that I am also the controlling shareholder of these two factories, what would you think?"

Speechless.

It turns out that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple.

The factory I tried my best to investigate was the Razor, which was a coincidence, right?

I smiled bitterly: "You have so many industries. When you go to this country to open factories, you will have a wide range of ways to make money."

Looking at my face, Razor joked, "If you want, I can give you both factories and let you run them yourself."

Razors are not generous in appearance.

People like him must have a very broad industry. Giving one or two factories is like tickling.

But my mind is not here.

I asked Razor: "Since you are the boss behind the scenes, I want to take the initiative to ask, what exactly is the boiler in your factory burning and why is there a smell of oil smoke."

Hearing me questioning this.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of the razor's mouth: "The smell of oil smoke, do you smell the smell of smoke floating out of the kitchen?"

I said to Razor seriously, "I'm not kidding you. What floats out of your chimneys is indeed smelling smoke, just like the smell of floating out of the crematorium cremation stove."

As soon as he said this, the scene suddenly became cold.

Razor's expression was also stunned, but I stared at Razor's face, waiting for Razor's answer.

After the two of them confronted each other for almost a few minutes, Razor nodded slowly: "You are right, it is indeed a crematorium, and my factory is dealing with the body."

Facing Razor's generous and honest admission, I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, I guessed it right, but why did Razor deal with the corpses in his factory? Where did the corpses he dealt with came from?

Seeing my puzzled expression, Razor thought for a while and asked, "Why do you think of investigating these two factories?"

"When I was in China, I encountered an organ smuggling case. When smugglers dealt with the corpse, I didn't know what method they used. Anyway, they would make the corpse disappear quickly."

I told Razor what I thought.

Razor twitched his lips and sneered: "So you suspect that the way these people deal with the bodies is to burn the bodies with torches, which will make the bodies disappear without a trace?"

Razor said this, I took a deep breath.

He asked Razor directly: "Can you tell me where the things you deal with come from, and why do you burn them?"

"If I told you, this is a study about zombies, what would you think?"

Zombies? Research? What's going on.

I tried hard to suppress the horror in my heart and said to Razor: "If your head is not hot, then you are talking nonsense. In our world, there are no zombies..."

"Have you heard of the zombie virus?"

Razor asked coldly, and I said, "It's a computer virus. Is there any connection with your factory boiler? "

"The zombie virus once broke out on a large scale in a state in the United States, but this virus will only spread on elks. As long as the elk swollen with this virus appears to be like a zombie, loses its sense of autonomy, and will actively attack other creatures, including humans."

Razor's knowledge reserves seem to be quite strong, but he even knows the zombie virus.

I said, "That virus only spreads on elks, why are you studying it?"

"The Americans spread this virus to Country T. These crazy guys actually conducted experiments on humans, causing some people with strange diseases to appear in this country."

I gasped when I heard Razor say this.

I don’t know if what Razor said is true, but if what Razor said is true, then it is simply a kind of conscientious experiment. Taking the virus on humans for experiments is originally an anti-human behavior.

Is this kind of behavior no one in this country to stop it?

He calmed down his emotions and asked Razor: "So your boiler is used to wipe the butts of the Americans?"

I don't believe that Razor will cooperate with the Americans to do such a careless experiment, but the smoke floating out of the razor's boiler makes me feel extremely suspicious.

What exactly is this coming and going?

Razor sighed and said to me, "Let's go, I'll take you to my boiler room to take a look, and you'll understand."

We arrived at the dressing room, put on thick protective clothing, accompanied by experts, put on a completely isolated helmet and gas mask, and walked towards the boiler room.

Looking at such protection, I felt even more confused.

This kind of high-level protection can be equated with radiation protection. It is like the protective covers that people wear in the end of the world, but when entering a boiler room, such protection is required. How can the smoke generated in the boiler room be emitted?

Will this have no impact on the environment and people outside?

When I entered the boiler room, I saw several tall boiler workers wearing protective suits working in front of the boiler. Looking at the figures of these operators, they looked a bit like Westerners.

Asians are not that tall.

These workers were putting corpses into the boiler. I looked closer and saw that all the corpses were wrapped in vacuum bags and were cut into pieces, as if they were chopped off directly from the human body.

What surprised me even more was that the surface of these corpses looked very strange, as if all the meridians were bursting out from under the skin.

Moreover, the colors are mostly dark green, as if the chromosomes have changed and the blood has become green.

This looks like a strange lesion.
To be continued...