Wang Hai said angrily: "Mourning dog, what kind of attitude do you have! The third master is newly mourned, why are you embarrassed to play in front of his mourning hall!"

The mourning dog said leisurely: "Why am you embarrassed, the third master also said before his death, I hope we all live happily, I am inheriting his old man's legacy!"

"You!" Wang Hai was furious and wanted to do it.

"Okay, this is the third master's mourning hall, you guys are making trouble, what kind of system do you become!" A deep voice came, Long Qing looked over, it was a middle-aged man with a well-maintained complexion, wearing a black suit, a shirt and tie inside, his hair was neatly combed, and the whole person gave people a very clean and wise feeling.

The middle-aged man seemed to have some prestige, and after he spoke, Wang Hai stopped talking, and the mourning dog just snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"We came here this time, mainly to discuss what to do about the third master's funeral? It's not a way to drag it all the time, whether it is really submitted to the police and handed over to the police for investigation, or whether it is just to be buried in the ground, everyone discusses and comes up with a rule, and does it according to the rules!" the middle-aged man continued.

The mourning dog said: "I agree with the immediate burial of peace." What is the matter with the corpse being handed over to the police and then dissected into disfigurement? And can we hand it over to the police for investigation? Isn't this death?"

Wang Haidao: "What should we do about the cause of the third master's death? Just let the third master die in vain? Shouldn't we get justice for the third master?"

The mourning dog said coldly: "Wang Hai, what do you mean by this, the doctor has said that the third master died because of myocardial infarction, what is called death in vain?

Wang Hai snorted coldly: "I'm not trying to stir up trouble, I'm just talking about things, the third master has a heart attack and it's not a matter of a day or two, and he has always had medicine on him, why was he fine before, but now he suddenly has something?"

"That's what I said!" the mourning dog sneered, "you are alive and kicking now, can't you die in the future?"

"I will definitely die in the future, but it will be after the age of seventy or eighty, and if I die before that, it will definitely be the hand of some people with bad intentions and secrets!" Wang Hai said coldly.

The mourning dog snorted coldly, no longer entangled with Wang Hai, turned his head and asked Uncle De, "Uncle De, what do you say?"

Uncle De hesitated for a moment and said: "I hope that the body of the third master can be preserved intact and not be messed up, on this basis, I am in favor of finding someone to check whether there is another reason for the death of the third master." ”

The mourning dog pursed his lips: "It's not the same as not saying!" He turned his head and asked again, "Hou Xing, what about you, what do you think?"

Long Qing, who was standing with his head bowed on the side, suddenly understood, it turned out that this person was Hou Lele's father, Hou Xing, who was known as Zhiduoxing. No wonder the mourning dog has to sell his face.

As far as Long Qing knew, the Fuqing Gang used to respect Mr. Bai, and there were three pillars under him, the mourning dog was responsible for external operations, Hou Xing was responsible for the formulation of the overall strategy and financial management, and the third master was responsible for the criminal name and supervised the members of the gang.

Hou Xing usually follows Mr. Bai all the year round and rarely pays attention to the things in the gang, but he is the God of Wealth of the Fuqing Gang, and few people dare to offend him. After Mr. Bai was assassinated by Long Qing, Hou Xing became one of the three giants, and the mourning dog always wanted to become the new boss of the Fuqing Gang, so he naturally wanted to get Hou Xing's support. Therefore, he has a lot of respect for Hou Xing.

After Hou Xing pondered for a moment, he said: "I don't have any opinion on this matter in essence, I can accept it no matter how I decide, but the third master has worked hard for our gang all his life, and I don't want his body to be dissected beyond recognition after his death, so I hope to be buried as soon as possible, of course, if I can find an investigation method that does not destroy the third master's body, I personally support the investigation of the matter, after all, the third master did die a little suddenly." ”

Long Qing secretly sneered in his heart, although Hou Xing's words were good, he was actually clearly helping the mourning dog, but he didn't want to offend Wang Hai.

Sure enough, the mourning dog said: "Wang Hai, you heard it, we all support the early burial of the third master, if you stop it again, it is really unpredictable!"

Wang Hai pursed his lips and said: "Mr. Hou and Uncle De just said that they didn't want to destroy the body of the third master, but they both supported the investigation of the case, since this is the case, I agree with their opinion, we don't autopsy, but we must find a special person to investigate!"

The mourning dog said impatiently: "How else to check? The third master has no scars all over his body, and the doctor has said that it is a heart attack, it is a heart attack, who do you find out a flower?"

Wang Hai said coldly: "You can't control this, the third master is as kind to me as a mountain, I can't just let him die in vain, you don't want to investigate, I'll find someone to investigate!"

"Hmph, when do you want to find out, do you just let you check and not let the third master be buried?

Wang Hai stretched out his slap and said, "Give me five days, I only need five days, if I can't find anything in five days, then let the third master be buried!"

The mourning dog turned his head and asked, "Mr. Hou, Uncle De, what do you think?"

Uncle De said softly: "I am in favor of giving Wang Hai five days. ”

Hou Xing also nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I also agree!"

"Okay, since both of you agree, I have nothing to say about the mourning dog, Wang Hai, make good use of your five days, I really hope you can find out something!"

Hou Xing walked over, patted Wang Hai's shoulder, and sighed: "Check it carefully, I hope you can find out the real cause of the third master's death." After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Uncle De, there are some things I want to ask you!" At this moment, Yingzi suddenly stood up and said.

"Are you?" Uncle De looked at Yingzi's face, a little puzzled. Before coming in, Long Qing and Yingzi both made some disguises, and Yingzi was wearing men's clothes, which Uncle De didn't recognize for a while.

Eiko took off her hat, revealing her black hair, and then wiped her face twice, erasing some of the glue used for camouflage, revealing a beautiful face.

Uncle De was startled at first, and then said excitedly: "Miss, you are finally back, but unfortunately you came back too late, the third master has always wanted to see you before he died!" Uncle De couldn't help but feel painful as he spoke.

Yingzi's eyes also turned red all of a sudden, but she held back her tears and said, "Uncle De, hasn't the third master always had the medicine for heart attack on him, and he has been diligent in practicing all these years, and he hasn't had a heart attack for a long time, why did he suddenly have an attack, and he didn't have time to take medicine?"

Uncle De held back his crying and wiped a handful of tears before he said sadly: "You blame me for this matter!"