You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

late at night.

South edge of Seattle.

A two-story old Victorian building stands alone in the shadows, far from the bustling streets.

This is a traditional funeral home in O'Connor.

The dark red paint on the building's exterior walls appeared somewhat mottled under the streetlights, and the attic windows on the roof resembled two dark, hollow eyes.

A night breeze blew by, and the few withered old oak trees in the yard rustled.

The air was filled with a complex smell, a mixture of the pungent formaldehyde preservative, the rich scent of white lilies, and a kind of aged frankincense often found in old Catholic churches.

This smell made the house seem both eerie and sinister, yet also gave it a solemn feel that made people subconsciously tread lightly.

A Dodge Challenger silently glided into the unloading area of ​​the funeral home's backyard and came to a steady stop in front of a few concrete steps.

The car door opened.

Alex and Leon jumped out of the car, and together they carried the heavy black body bag containing Sarah's body out of the cold, stuffy car and down the steps into the semi-basement embalming room of the funeral home.

The lights in the processing room were bright but not glaring. The walls were covered with white tiles, and the floor was spotless.

In the center of the room stood a stainless steel table, next to which were neatly arranged various glass containers, silicone tubes, and delicate suturing instruments used for injecting preservative solutions.

An elderly white man in his seventies was standing in front of the stainless steel counter, waiting for them.

This is O'Connor.

He was a typical Irish old man; his hair was completely white, but neatly combed.

He was wearing a well-tailored, high-quality black three-piece suit, with his tie neatly tied.

Even when he was engaged in this shady, underworld business of picking up the dead at night, he maintained a rigid and respectable old-fashioned gentlemanly demeanor.

A blanket was hanging on his chest.