"So, you are an officer." When he heard that Zhao Yu was a policeman, Master Zhang was not scared anymore, but he suddenly wilted.
"Master, next, let's talk about my real reason for coming here." Zhao Yu opened his briefcase, took out the picture of the Seven Star Hanging Coffins, and said, "Take a look at this, do you know it?"
The master stretched his neck and looked at it. He immediately asked, "Officer, what do you mean? Isn't this the Seven Star Hanging Coffins in Wuqing Mountain? I heard that there were corpses in the coffins, right? Many villagers had gone to see it."
Suddenly, Master Zhang seemed to understand what Zhao Yu had meant and hurriedly apologized. "Officer, don't mistake my meaning. The bodies in the hanging coffins have nothing to do with us. We just heard about it. We don't have that ability..."