The two militiamen seemed at a loss, and the messenger didn't offer any help either. Fuller stood for a moment, then bent his rotund body to grab the scorched corpse by the shoulders and drag it out of the ruins.
Unexpectedly, while the upper body of the scorched corpse moved, its lower half remained in place, and the contents of its abdominal cavity spilled onto the ground.
The two militiamen couldn't bear it and rushed out to the courtyard to vomit.
The messenger turned away in disgust and kindly suggested, "Why not leave the corpse here for now? It won't delay your search for your things."
"No way," Fuller gritted his teeth. "This workshop was left to me by my father and grandfather. How can I let a thief use it as a burial ground?"
The messenger said no more and bent down to help Fuller. After some effort, the two finally managed to move the corpse outside the workshop.
