Drive the Corpse to Inherit the Family, I Will Make the Corpse Drive Wisely

My name is Lin Mu, and I am the 107th generation descendant of a family that drives corpses in western Hunan. On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, I received an order to send a corpse back to Guizhou from Guangdong. One thousand two hundred kilometers, according to traditional practice, I had to carry the body for half a month. My waist can't bear it. So I had an idea - rented a new energy vehicle, stuffed the body into the driver's seat, turned on automatic driving, and slept in the passenger seat. Perfect. It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that a traffic police detachment leader named Qin Feng saw a scene of "a dead man driving" on the surveillance camera. His worldview was shattered. Here comes my trouble. What's even more troublesome is that my 18th generation ancestors created a chat group, and they scolded me in the group every day for being an "unworthy descendant" and "the reincarnation of Zhou Bapi." And the traffic policeman named Qin Feng changed from "I must arrest you" to "Can you fucking report it in advance?", And finally became my exclusive person to deal with the aftermath. Qin Feng said: "Lin Mu, what I regret most now is that I didn't arrest you directly that night." I said: "Captain Qin, we are grasshoppers on the same rope." These days, corpse removal has to keep pace with the times. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.