The Zhou brothers seemed to suddenly realize the reality and acted honestly as filial sons and grandsons. The night before the funeral, the two brothers took the initiative to assume the responsibility of keeping vigil.
Xu Chunliang believed that these two people must be a cat crying like a mouse and pretending to be compassionate, and he did not agree with his grandfather's handling of this matter.
Mei Ruxue advised him to focus on the overall situation, try not to cause extraneous matters at this time, and finish the funeral safely.
Xu Chunliang couldn't help but feel a little upset when he saw the Zhou brothers performing in the mourning hall. He came to the street alone and kept out of sight.
I saw my father, Xu Jiaxuan, standing alone under a big locust tree and talking on the phone. He seemed to be in a good mood and grinned quite happily.
Although Xu Chunliang could understand that his father did not have deep feelings for his great-uncle, if his grandfather saw him like this, he would have to be rude. Xu Chunliang quietly approached behind him, wanting to hear who Xu Chunliang was talking to.
happy.
Xu Jiaxuan was extremely alert. Xu Chunliang was aware of it as soon as he approached him. He turned around with his hands on the phone. After seeing clearly that it was his son, he glared at him and said to the phone: "Someone is here. Let's talk next time."
Xu Chunliang looked at him with disdain: "What kind of underground work are you doing? How shameful are you?"
Xu Jiaxuan said confidently: "Can't I have some privacy? Why are you so gossipy? You have the same virtue as your mother."
Xu Chunliang said: "Fortunately I didn't follow you, otherwise I would have killed myself head-on."
"How to talk? In your heart, I am so unbearable?"
Xu Chunliang stared at him for a while, feeling that his appearance was really similar to Zhou Renhe, and reminded him: "Old Xu, please restrain yourself these two days. With your cheerful look just now, if grandpa sees it,
The consequences could be disastrous."
When Xu Jiaxuan heard him mention the old man, he quickly looked around and was relieved when he was sure that his father was not around. He sighed and said: "What else do you want? I flew all the way here and sacrificed several days. I have nothing to do with this man."
My uncle doesn’t understand either. It’s a bit disappointing, but it’s not too sad. Your father and I are more real people and are not good at pretending.”
Xu Chunliang knew that what he said was also true.
Xu Jiaxuan took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked one himself. Xu Chunliang helped him light it.
Xu Jiaxuan grinned. His precious son finally respected him for once. He took a puff of cigarette and said, "Why did you come out?"
Xu Chunliang said: "The guests are almost here, nothing happens."
Xu Jiaxuan whispered: "Can't you stand the disgusting look of those two guys?" He knew his son Mo Ruofu, and he knew his son somewhat.
Xu Chunliang nodded.
Xu Jiaxuan said: "Mr. Zhou left his inheritance to you. It seems that you have got a big advantage, but in fact it has left you with a big trouble. Although our Xu family is not the top rich, we are not far behind these three melons and two dates.
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Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "That's quite a big statement. What my uncle left to me was not just three melons and two dates. The total cash for the real estate must be 50 million. The most important thing is the trademark of Renhetang."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "We have our own Huichun Hall, but in this way you will become the enemy of the Zhou brothers. They are not good people. I don't know what dirty tricks they will think of to deal with the Xu family in the future."
Xu Chunliang said: "Have you ever worried about the Xu family's affairs?"
Xu Jiaxuan was stopped by his son's question. He was silent for a while and sighed: "I know I have been sorry for my family these years. Son, I heard that Mr. Zhou was killed by someone?"
Xu Chunliang told the story of Zhou Inhe's murder. Now the Jeju police are also investigating the matter.
Xu Jiaxuan said: "Who do you think is the most suspicious?"
Xu Chunliang said: "It's not easy to talk about things without evidence."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "What if there is evidence?"
Xu Chunliang looked at him in surprise: "You seem to know something?"
Xu Jiaxuan quickly shook his head and said: "That's what I said, I always feel that this matter is a bit suspicious."
"That's right! What do you suspect?"
Xu Jiaxuan said: "What are we talking about? I always feel that it is not such a coincidence. I have also observed this old house. Who among ordinary people would be interested in this place? The person who did this probably knows the inside story.
Yes, and I want to find out the secrets inside this old house while Mr. Zhou is not around."
Xu Chunliang nodded. Although Xu Jiaxuan was cynical and very minded, he actually thought so too. Xu Chunliang said: "The police investigation showed that nothing was lost here. It was said that someone had broken into the house and it happened to be seen by my uncle."
Just then, the gangster was eager to escape and pushed my uncle down."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "Your uncle most likely didn't see the gangster clearly. The gangster must have disguised himself, otherwise he might kill someone and silence him."
Xu Chunliang said: "This is almost the same as killing people and silencing them." In fact, the first thing he suspected was one of the Zhou brothers, but his uncle did not identify them after he woke up. Xu Chunliang thought that maybe Zhou Renhe thought about his father-son relationship.
The reason was that before he died, he wanted to sever the father-son relationship with Zhou Yiwen and Zhou Yiwu. What exactly made him make such a decision.
Xu Jiaxuan said: "Is there no surveillance in the old house?"
"Yes, but it has been broken for a long time."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "We can investigate what the two brothers were doing at that time."
Xu Chunliang said: "The police have investigated and both brothers have provided alibi."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "It is difficult to prove alibi. Using the Mandela effect can easily create the illusion that one is not present." The Mandela effect he said is a collective false memory phenomenon, which refers to a large number of people's memory of a certain person.
The memory of an event or thing does not match the actual situation.
Xu Chunliang said: "You don't have to speculate blindly. I will find out about this matter after my great-uncle is buried."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "In fact, it is very simple to find out this matter. Now is the best opportunity."
Xu Chunliang looked at Xu Jiaxuan in surprise: "Have you thought of a solution?"
Xu Jiaxuan said: "After all, I have a master's degree in psychology. I know how to take advantage of the psychology of ordinary people."
Xu Chunliang felt that Xu Jiaxuan was getting more and more interesting, so he smiled and said, "Tell me and listen."
Xu Jiaxuan said: "No matter how good your words are, it's better to take action. Let's work together tonight to find out the truth of this matter. We can't let your great-uncle die like this inexplicably."
In the early hours of the morning, the old house in the ancient alley fell into silence. Only the lights in the mourning hall were on. The wind picked up, mixed with drizzle and fell on the tent, making a rustling sound like spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
At this time, only the Zhou brothers were left standing vigil.
Zhou Yiwen yawned and saw Zhou Yiwu sitting next to him dozing off. He nudged him with his elbow and asked him to check the light. It was almost time to add oil to it.
Zhou Yiwu stretched out somewhat depressedly and stood up to refuel.
Zhou Yiwen squatted down to burn the yellow paper and whispered in his mouth: "Dad, you have a good journey. No matter what you do to us, we brothers are here."
After Zhou Yiwu added oil, he came over and squatted opposite him and threw yellow paper into it. He picked up a piece of lighted yellow paper and lit the cigarette. However, he was blinded by the smoke. He threw down the yellow paper and smoked while rubbing his eyes: "Old man
You may not accept our favor."
Zhou Yiwen said: "Whether he appreciates it or not, let's have peace of mind."
Zhou Yiwu snorted coldly and said: "It's better for him to just kick his feet and ignore everything. Leaving a mess and leaving so much trouble, why should we brothers deal with it?"
Zhou Yiwen said: "Walls have ears, so be careful what you say."
Zhou Yiwu said disdainfully: "What's the matter? I'm not afraid of them." He stood up and went to his father's portrait, pointed at the portrait of Zhou Renhe and said: "If you really have a soul in heaven, use your brain. You founded Renhetang."
It’s true, but the development to today’s scale is due to the efforts of our two brothers. Why do you leave what should belong to us to others?”
Although Zhou Yiwen also hated the old man deeply, he was not as disrespectful as Zhou Yiwu.
Zhou Yiwen whispered: "Yiwu, don't mess around."
Zhou Yiwu said: "He is the one who forced me to act nonsense. I really don't understand. Do you think that if we bow our heads and give in, we can move the Xu family and Xu Chunliang will give us back what should belong to us? You can just dream.
, everything we are doing now is in vain.”
Zhou Yiwen said: "People's words are scary. You don't want to be poked in the back and said to be unfilial, right?"
Zhou Yiwu gritted his teeth and said, "Why can't we be unfilial if he can be unkind..." Before he could finish his words, the lights in the mourning shed suddenly went out, and both of them felt their hearts sink at the same time.
The evergreen lamp was still on, but the light in the shed instantly dimmed. Zhou Yiwen looked at the swaying flames and couldn't help but frowned and whispered: "I told you not to talk nonsense, you have to listen."
Although Zhou Yiwu was a little nervous in his heart, he still pretended to be calm and laughed and said: "Isn't it just a power outage? Do you really believe in the nonsense about spirits in the sky? There are no ghosts and gods in this world."
Zhou Yiwen was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "Go and see if there is a power outage."
Zhou Yiwu was a little reluctant, but he still left the memorial shed. The electricity was temporarily pulled out from the old house.
The door of the old house was open. Zhou Yiwu walked into the old house and saw that it was dark inside. The ones staying at the old house tonight were Xu Chunliang and his son, and everyone else went to a nearby hotel to rest.
Zhou Yiwu looked at the main room and then walked to the kitchen on the east side. The wires were connected from the kitchen.
Zhou Yiwu pushed open the kitchen door, reached for the switch, and turned it on, but there was still no response. He thought the fuse had blown. When he took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, someone pushed him from behind, and Zhou Yiwu staggered in.
In the kitchen.
Then he heard the two doors behind him closing. Zhou Yiwu wanted to call for help. A light flashed in the darkness, and he saw an old man with snow-white hair standing there with his back to him in a shroud.
Zhou Yiwu was so frightened that he wanted to turn around and run outside, but his legs did not obey his orders at this time and stood there as if frozen.
The old man with his back turned to him said secretly: "I died so miserably..."
