Mu Xiangshan sighed and helped him up: "The festival mourns and changes." ”

Guo Zicheng nodded when he stood up, he was wearing glasses, his face was calm, and he said softly: "Thank you, Uncle Mu." ”

He glanced at Qiao Jin again, but he didn't particularly care, and quickly looked away.

"I'm calling you at night, Uncle Mu, forgive me. ”

"Needless to say. Mu Xiangshan waved his hand: "Who would have thought of these things? ”

Guo Zicheng nodded and was silent.

He took Mu Xiangshan and Qiao Jin in.

In the hall, Guo Jieshi's mourning hall photo is hung in the center, his photo should have been taken early in the morning, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but the black and white photos are a little crazy no matter how you look at them.

There is a coffin in front of the photo, which has not yet been covered, and Guo Jieshi, who is wearing a shroud, is lying inside.

He obviously looked a little refreshed, but now he was dead, and he could only lie inside, closing his eyes forever.

There were two people kneeling in front of the coffin, Guo Zicheng's current - Cheng Yujun, who is his wife, and Guo Shuoyu, who is not her biological daughter and Guo Zicheng's daughter.

Guo Zhuyi is now in the hospital, Guo Zhulian is not there, in addition to Guo Zicheng's original son and daughter, there should be a grandson, but he is not there now.

Mu Xiangshan looked at Guo Jieshi's mourning hall photo and sighed slightly.

He still remembers that when he came that day, he jokingly said that if Guo Jieshi suddenly left one day, he wouldn't be able to see it for the last time.

I didn't expect it to be.

In just two or three days, no one knew that such a thing would happen.

He gave Guo Xie three sticks of incense, and Qiao Jin in the back also put on three sticks of incense according to his understanding.

After the incense, Guo Zicheng said to Mu Xiangshan: "Uncle Mu, it's too late now, you and Qiao Jin should go back first, and it's too late to come back tomorrow morning." ”

"It's okay, I'll sit here for a while, and I'll accompany Xie on the last journey. ”

Mu Xiangshan shook his head, and finally asked, "How did Xie Shi go?"

Guo Zicheng smiled bitterly: "It's not quite right when I come back from the police station, I had a big quarrel with me, I guess I don't have the face to see me, I am angry, I can't wake up when the maid calls him to eat at night, and when I see it, the person is gone." ”

Mu Xiangshan just nodded.

Guo Jieshi is dead, of course Guo Zicheng can say whatever he wants, even if anyone has doubts, it is impossible to have the qualifications to investigate.

Moreover, Mu Xiangshan didn't care too much about how Guo Jieshi died.

Sooner or later, he would have such a day, if he hadn't known that he had found someone to kill his original partner.

After Guo Zicheng said this, he did not stop Mu Xiangshan, and let him sit at home.

Now in the middle of the night, he notified a lot of people, and naturally there will be others who come to mourn.

Mu Xiangshan found a place to sit down, he was not too mad, this big night, although the villa was brightly lit, it was extremely quiet.

Qiao Jin stood on the side, and Guo Shuoyu, who was kneeling there, secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Jin.

In fact, she had a feeling of hair in her heart, mainly because she went to see her grandfather's body after her grandfather died.

Grandpa is clearly dead.

He lay on the bed and stared, and then he closed his eyes without knowing what his father had done.

But Guo Shuoyu can't forget what he looked like before he died.

Obviously, there are many people and she shouldn't be afraid, but now that she is kneeling in front of the mourning hall, and the coffin board in front of her has not been covered, she always has an indescribable creepy feeling.