The reason why I stopped was because Zhao Wencheng, who was in front of the memorial shed, spoke.
He hugged the woman, with a weird smile on his face, and patted the woman's back gently with his palm: "Stop crying, stop crying, I will feel bad if you cry your body badly, you know what?
,Mother."
When I heard what he said, my legs went weak and I almost jumped away.
No matter how you look at that woman, she is only about twenty years old. Being a man's daughter at this age is wrong, so at first I thought she was Zhao Qingting's granddaughter and Zhao Wencheng's daughter.
But now after hearing his words, my outlook has been completely shattered.
What a fucking show!
Zhao Qingting is seventy or eighty years old, and he is an old artist, and he is still angry because of the shady things about the competition, so in my heart he is a relatively conservative old man.
I didn't expect that this woman in her early twenties would actually be his little wife, which surprised me a little.
But what surprised me the most was that looking at the situation now, his little wife actually got involved with his own son, which almost made me jump.
I couldn't help but feel pity for Zhao Qingting in my heart. Marrying a young and charming wife is something a man should be proud of.
But the risk is also very high, because you don’t know when you will be slapped with a green hat.
Now it seems that Zhao Qingting's cuckolding has been firmly established, and the person who put the cuckolding on him was his own son. How can he reason with him!
If Zhao Qingting's ghost had not been sent to the underworld by Duanmuqing, he would have taken away this traitor at all costs after seeing this scene.
Now the two people in front of the mourning hall have snuggled together, and Zhao Wencheng's big hands kept wandering around the woman's body.
The woman also moaned in response.
Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but cursed in my heart.
This is really fucking exciting. Could this scene and this place give them another kind of excitement? What should they do next?
I was speechless and took a deep breath. If these two idiots were really going to do something, I wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson, at least so that Zhao Wencheng wouldn't be able to get hard in the future.
But just at this moment, Zhao Wencheng's cell phone rang.
He took out his cell phone with some displeasure and answered the call, seemingly dissatisfied with the guy who disturbed his sexual interest.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wencheng grabbed his mother's butt twice with his hands. He stood up with a look of reluctance, as if there was something urgent to deal with, and then got up and walked towards the building in front of him.
past.
The woman, on the other hand, was still kneeling in front of the mourning shed and burning paper.
Seeing Zhao Wencheng leaving, I sneered and thought to myself, you are lucky, otherwise I will castrate you no matter what you say today.
I walked around the woman, then came to the back of the funeral shed, and stood in front of the freezer where the body was stored.
There is a table in front of the freezer, which just blocks the woman's view.
Zhao Qingting's body lay quietly in the ice coffin. The surroundings of the coffin were filled with flowers and elegiac couplets. These things have no meaning. People have died to see what use these things have.
They are all for living people to see.
I bent down, gently opened the ice coffin, looked at Zhao Qingting's body carefully, and then helped him turn over.
The scene outside just now made me have some doubts about the cause of his death, because if such a shocking plot usually appears in the movie, then there will definitely be problems with the old man's death.
But the test results disappointed me.
Because Zhao Qingting didn't look like he was killed because he was very weak and had cancer.
After checking, I determined that he died of injuries and not murder.
After confirming this, I rearranged his body and then looked up at the building in front of me.
This is a three-story villa, which is very elegantly built.
I decided to go there and have a look, because the uncomfortable feeling I felt came from this building.
I walked out of the mourning hall, then came to the door of the building, and then stopped.
Because I discovered that there are actually two cameras at the door. If you want to go in, you will definitely be photographed.
Although it was not difficult for me to destroy the two cameras, I thought about it and bypassed the door, went to the back of the building, and chose to climb the wall directly.
Anyway, wall climbing is a piece of cake for me, so there is no need to waste time breaking those two cameras.
I easily climbed up the wall with my nails, and then went directly to the roof.
There is a balcony on the top of the building, and then there is a room, which occupies about one-third of the roof area.
I walked to the door of the room and opened the door easily.
There are various props used for singing and opera in the room. Some of those props are old and look very shabby.
Some are new and have not been used much.
There are many photos hanging on the walls of the room. Those photos are photos from Zhao Qingting's various performances, from when he was young to old age.
I walked around the room and found nothing unusual, then walked out.
At this time, Zhao Wencheng's voice came from a nearby room. He seemed to be on the phone, and his tone was a little excited, as if he was arguing with someone.
It's just that I ended the call as soon as I got close to him, so I didn't even hear what he said.
I heard footsteps in the room and quickly hid aside.
At this time, the door opened and Zhao Wencheng walked out.
I looked at his back and thought for a moment. Instead of following him, I opened his door and walked in directly.
This is a study room, very luxuriously decorated, with soft carpets on the floor. As soon as I step on it, I know that this thing is very valuable.
The surrounding walls were covered with various calligraphy and paintings. I walked around and found that these calligraphy and paintings were not fakes, they were all real.
And not only are they by modern famous artists, but there are also several authentic paintings by ancient people. If these things were put up for auction, they would be worth a sky-high price!
"Damn it, singing is so profitable!"
Looking at the luxuriously decorated study, I couldn't help but curse. Every place in this room seemed to be filled with the stench of money.
I carefully checked the inside of the room and found nothing except that the owner was very rich.
I backed out, closed the door, and walked to the top of the stairs when I heard waves of low shouts coming from below.
It sounds like I'm practicing my voice.
I went down the stairs to the first floor and saw four young people in the living room, practicing their postures.
The art of Peking Opera requires continuous practice. If a person dies, it will be useless, so I was not surprised.
I didn't see Zhao Wencheng among these people.
His father is a famous actor in Jishui, and Zhao Wencheng also said that he is a member of Jishui Music Association, so he must be an expert.
It's just that I don't think that guy looks like someone who concentrates on singing.
At this time, a person walked in the door, it was the woman who made me almost think she was Zhao Qingting's granddaughter.
Seeing her come in, all the young men in the room stopped and respectfully called the master's wife.
The woman looked sad and her face and eyes were red from crying.
Seeing the woman's appearance, I couldn't help but sneer. If this woman were to act, she would definitely be at the level of a movie queen.
Zhao Wencheng disappeared from the living room, which made me feel a little strange. I didn't know where the guy had gone. I just watched him go downstairs.
Originally I thought he was going to find a woman for a tryst, but now that the woman is back, Zhao Wencheng is not going to find her.
Could it be that he went out?
I don't know why, but ever since I saw that scene in the mourning hall, I've had a vague feeling about this Zhao Wencheng.
I took out my phone and dialed Xu Yang's number.
"Has Zhao Wencheng gone out?" I asked Xu Yang directly on the phone.
"No, I've been waiting at the door and no one came out," Xu Yang said.
"Do you want me to go in and help?" Xu Yang asked carefully.
I smiled and said no, if I can't handle it here, then it's useless for Xu Yang to come in.
Zhao Wencheng didn't go out, so where did he go?
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but be filled with questions.
"ah!"
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the top of the building.
Everyone who heard the sound immediately rushed upward.
I jumped out of the window in a flash, and then climbed up.
