One hundred and eighty-two, the funeral home recognizes the corpse
After Wang Dongyang listened, he was silent for a while. After a long time, he asked: "Where is Shaowen's body now? I want to go take a look." There was a sad look on his face.
"Now the body has been dragged to the funeral parlor by the police. They wanted to perform an autopsy on the body, but I didn't agree." Jian Letian replied. He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his face. "They informed me that they were going to arrive.
Go to the funeral home to identify the body. This is a routine procedure for the police.
"People are dead, so what's the use of anatomy? In the afternoon, I will go to the funeral parlor to see Shaowen for the last time." Wang Dongyang said leisurely, and then changed the subject: "Chu Zongping, Wen Fei, I must make sure that they cannot survive.
, I can't die. I want to cut off their heads to pay homage to Shaowen's spirit in heaven." Wang Dongyang said viciously, the flesh on his face trembling. Jian Letian stood aside and couldn't help but shudder.
After a long while, Wang Dongyang waved his hand and said: "You two go out and prepare the car. I want to go to the funeral parlor to see Mr. Wen. Now I just want to be alone for a while." Nail and Jian Letian faced each other.
Wang Dongyang bowed and walked out of the office.
At this time, only Wang Dongyang was left alone in Nuoda's office. He was curled up on his seat, his eyes were dull and gray. Wang Dongyang's mind recalled the figure of his son when he was a child. At that time,
Wang Shaowen is very smart and cute. Since Wang Dongyang's wife died early, he took great care of this only child.
It was Wang Dongyang's overindulgence as a child that led to Wang Shaowen's arrogant, domineering and arrogant character when he grew up, and ultimately ended up being tragically killed by a random gun.
Now that Wang Dongyang has lost his son in old age, it has been a huge blow to him. Although he is very rich, and after years of hard work, he personally founded the Mingyu Group, which can be said to be successful and famous. But now he has become a loner, with so many
What's the use of money? He's getting older, and Mingyu Group will eventually fall into the hands of outsiders. Thinking of these things, Wang Dongyang's heart aches again...
The funeral parlor in Binzhou City is located at the foot of Lianhua Mountain on the outskirts of the city. It has beautiful mountains and clear waters and beautiful scenery. On the mountain opposite the funeral parlor is the cemetery. The gate of the funeral parlor looks quite large, with a tall and solemn grandeur, and there is a spacious door at the gate.
PARKING LOT.
There is a straight and wide road at the foot of the mountain that connects to the national highway outside the mountain. At the end of the road, where the foot of the mountain turns, there are seven cars lined up, all of the same model and type.
The colors seemed to form a dotted line heading towards the funeral home. All seven cars stopped one after another in the parking lot at the entrance of the funeral home.
The people who got out of the car were all wearing uniform black suits and black ties, with solemn expressions. They were surrounded by an old man in his fifties and walked towards the hall. Although the old man was not in a good mental state,
It's very good, but it has a majestic aura, and the eyes are full of light.
This old man is Wang Dongyang, the chairman of Mingyu Group. Jian Letian and "Nail" stood on either side of Wang Dongyang. More than 30 people followed behind. The hall of the funeral home was very spacious, and the floor was covered with
It is paved with marble and decorated in a church-like style. With so many people coming in at once, the hall seemed a bit crowded.
The security guards at the funeral home were shocked when they saw such a large formation. They all picked up the walkie-talkies in their hands and reported to their superiors. After hearing the news, two policemen in police uniforms walked out. When they saw that the person coming was Wang Dongyang
, looked at each other. One policeman took out his walkie-talkie and went to report to his superiors.
Another policeman came over and asked Wang Dongyang politely: "Excuse me, why do so many of you come here? I hope you can maintain order here."
"We are Wang Shaowen's family members, and we are here to identify the body." Jian Letian stepped forward and said.
"Oh, so you're here to identify the body. But the morgue can't accommodate so many people. You can enter at most three people." The policeman glanced at the more than 30 people behind Wang Dongyang, and said to Jian Letian with a worried look on his face.
Jian Letian raised his eyes and looked at Wang Dongyang, who nodded. Jian Letian said to the police: "Okay, let's go in with three people. Please go through the formalities with us. This is Wang Shaowen's father, the director of Mingyu Group
Mr. Wang Dongyang." Jian Letian introduced to the police and pointed at Wang Dongyang with his finger.
The policeman nodded to Wang Dongyang and said consolingly: "Mr. Wang, please forgive me!" Wang Dongyang nodded to express his thanks. The policeman turned around and made an invitation gesture to Jian Letian, and then walked towards the back. Jian Letian followed the policeman.
Went in to go through the formalities.
"Nail" saw huge sofas on both sides of the hall and said to Wang Dongyang: "Director Wang, go sit on the sofa over there. We will go in after Mr. Jian completes the formalities." Wang Dongyang sighed deeply.
He followed "Nail" to the edge of the sofa and sat down.
After a while, Jian Letian came out with the police with a piece of paper. Jian Letian walked to Wang Dongyang and said: "Director Wang, this interview form must be signed by the family members." After saying that, he put the paper in his hand on the
On the coffee table, a pen was handed to Wang Dongyang at the same time. Wang Dongyang took the pen, looked at it briefly, and then signed his name on the paper.
After completing the formalities, Wang Dongyang, Jian Letian and "Nail" followed the police and walked towards the morgue inside. After passing a long corridor, the police came to a window and handed the paper in. There was an identity card.
The person wearing a white coat and a mask took the paper, read the content on it, and opened the morgue door.
Although the man in the white coat was wearing a mask, everyone could feel his indifference. Everyone who works here probably has this expression. Jian Letian thought to himself.
Without saying a word, the white coat guided the four people into the room inside. The temperature in the room inside was very low and there were no windows. Although it was daytime, more than a dozen fluorescent lamps were turned on inside. They were placed neatly in rows in the center.
There are several rows of large cabinets. There are clouds of mist surrounding the large cabinets.
Everyone felt that there was a sinister smell in it, and the hairs on their bodies stood up involuntarily. The white coat glanced at the list in his hand, and started searching by the cabinet. He walked to a cabinet in the middle and pulled it on the second section.
The handle of the cabinet was pulled out hard, and a strange sound of rubbing metal was heard, which made people feel very harsh after hearing it. The white coat opened the entire door of the cabinet.
A burst of cold air spewed out, and everyone shrank involuntarily. They saw an iron plate pulled out, with a body bag placed on it, and the zipper of the body bag was locked. The white coat glanced at everyone and said with a white
The gloved hand opened the zipper, only halfway. That is, the upper body of the corpse was displayed in front of everyone.
Wang Shaowen looked pale, with frost condensation on his face and hair. His eyes were closed tightly, his face was very calm, and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper. He was not wearing any clothes and was naked. His chest and abdomen
There were seven or eight bullet holes, but the remains of the body were carefully modified by the undertaker here.
Wang Dongyang shouted: "Shaowen, you died so miserably!" He couldn't help feeling sad, and he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Jian Letian and "Nail" standing on both sides hurriedly pulled Wang Dongyang away
Holding on to the white coat, he stood aside and looked at everyone indifferently. Since he has been working here all year round, he has become accustomed to life and death. Just like the white coat he wears, he has developed this kind of attitude towards everything.
Can remain without any expression.
"Young Master Wen, you can go with peace of mind. I will help you take good care of Mr. Wang from now on, and I will respect him like a son." Jian Letian choked and said, "Although we are not brothers, I have always treated you as my own.
Brother, I will avenge you. If you have a soul in heaven, you must bless Director Wang to live a long life." After saying that, he bowed deeply to Jian Letian's body. "Nail"
With a serious look on his face, he also bent down and bowed.
The policeman stood behind, looking at Wang Dongyang's appearance, with mixed feelings in his heart. Wang Dongyang is the godfather of the Binzhou underworld. His life is full of legends. He came out of a poor mountain ravine at the age of fifteen and passed through
Decades of hard work have created the business empire of Mingyu Group. In these decades, many gangs and companies have risen and fallen, but only the evergreen tree of Mingyu Group will always stand.
Now Wang Dongyang looked like a kind father, his face was full of love, and he was bursting with tears. It was impossible to tell that he was actually the all-powerful underworld boss. The policeman looked at the time and made a move on the man in the white coat.
With a wink, the man in the white coat leaned down, zipped up the body bag, and pushed the iron plate into the cabinet. Nail and Jian Letian supported Wang Dongyang, and Wang Dongyang called his son's name.
Thinking of the separation between yin and yang from now on, I cried.
After coming out of the morgue, Wang Dongyang's body looked very weak. With the support of Jian Letian and "Nail", he walked to the hall. The bodyguards in black suits in the hall all stood up from the sofa and swarmed around.
Come over and greet the boss. Jian Letian raised his hand and motioned for them to wait aside. Wang Dongyang sat down on the sofa in the hall.
The policeman came over with another piece of paper and said: "Mr. Wang, if you saw the deceased just now and you are sure it is your son, please sign here. This is a routine procedure for our police. I hope Mr. Wang can cooperate."
." Wang Dongyang didn't even look at it. He picked up a pen and signed his name haphazardly. The policeman took the paper and said, "Thank you." and walked away.
At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and many people came over. Walking in front were He Hua and Yang Hongjun from Athlon Company, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a thin build, dyed yellow hair, and a sad face.
When Wang Dongyang saw the people from Athlon Company coming, he stood up with a "Teng" sound.