We exchanged glances. Normally, you would document the find and wait for the forensic team. But something urged us to open it immediately.

— “Carefully,” — said my partner.

I approached from the other side, placed my hand on the lid. The mechanism was stiff, the hinges creaked. I lifted it slowly. And seeing what was inside, I took a step back in horror

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Inside, there were no fabrics or wreaths. Just rows of black garbage bags, neatly stacked. One was torn, and white powder spilled out.

— “No way…” — sighed my partner. — “What a find.”

— “Looks like we’ve uncovered someone’s big operation,” — I said, taking out the camera to document the evidence.

Later, we learned that a criminal group, under the cover of a funeral home, was transporting illegal substances in coffins to avoid drawing attention.