Seeing Murong Zejian's appearance, Murong Ze'an couldn't help but think of himself again, when Jing'er's seventeen family were hung on a tree, he didn't dare to show too much sadness, he was the head of the family, what he needed was calm.

But in the dead of night when he was alone, he hid alone in that no-man's corner, and how many tears did he shed silently? The heartache is almost torn apart, this feeling, who knows?

Now this retribution is finally the turn of this bastard, to be honest, Murong Ze still has a trace of joy in his heart, it was he who killed his wife at the beginning, and now it is his wife who is dead, God finally opened his eyes.

But he was the head of the house, and he couldn't show this joy on his face.

"Second child, everyone is very sad when this kind of thing happens, you must mourn." Murong Ze'an patted his younger brother on the shoulder and comforted him in a deep voice.

Murong Zejian looked up at his brother and nodded vigorously, but the sadness on his face became more and more obvious.

"I have already arranged for someone to investigate this matter, don't worry, no matter what, I will also give you an explanation, give an explanation to my younger siblings, and comfort her in the spirit of heaven." Murong Ze'an continued.

"I..." Murong Zejian opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and tears gushed out like water that had opened a floodgate.

"You can rest now, don't care about anything else, everything has a big brother, don't worry, someone has prepared everything that should be prepared, there is one thing I can't get an idea of, should I notify Xiang Long about this matter?" You are his father, and you have to decide this matter. Murong Ze'an finally said.

Hearing this, Murong Zejian's face changed suddenly, he didn't want Murong Xianglong to come back, but this kind of thing couldn't stop him from coming back, his mother died, shouldn't the son come back to mourn?

"Let him come back." After thinking about it for a long time, Murong Zejian said weakly.

"Okay, I'll let him know." Murong Ze'an nodded, ordered his subordinates to serve Murong Zejian, and then turned around and went out.

According to the instructions of the head of the family, the mourning tent has begun to be erected in the Murong Mansion, and all the brightly colored things have been removed, and all have been replaced with two tones, white and black, and there is a sad and solemn atmosphere everywhere.

The monks who were invited also began to chant scriptures in the Buddhist hall for the second lady.

Walking around the mansion, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and after Murong Ze'an said a few more words to his subordinates, he returned to the study in the bamboo forest.

An old man with gray hair who was over the age was already waiting there, and when he saw Murong Ze'an coming back, he immediately crossed his hands and lowered his head, and called out respectfully: "Family master." ”

"Hmm." Murong Ze'an nodded, then sat down, looked at the old man standing in front of him, and asked slowly, "How is the investigation going?" ”

"Lord, I have already checked the corpse, it was because it was killed by an external force, and many bones were shattered all over the body, the most fatal one was in the head, and the injury was in the temple, it can be concluded that he must have been beaten before he died." The old man replied.

"Can you tell what the murder weapon is? Do you have any knife wounds, gunshot wounds or anything like that? Murong Ze'an asked again.

"There were no knife wounds and gunshot wounds on the surface of the body, it was all caused by blunt force blows, and it is said that the place where the body was found was by a mountain spring, and I went there to see it, and there were no traces of a fight or anything like mud or grass on the clothes of the deceased, and there were no marks of being hit by stones or abrasions from falls." The old man continued to analyze.

"And what do you mean?" Murong Ze'an frowned.

"The place where the body was found was not the scene of the murder, it should have been transferred after the deceased was killed, and, judging from the appearance of the body, I can conclude that the time of death should have been around ten o'clock last night." The old man said with certainty.

"Ten o'clock?" Murong Ze'an's eyes lit up, he remembered that after Murong Zejian came to look for him yesterday, it was almost ten o'clock when he left.

"You go down first." Murong Ze'an didn't ask anything more, and told the old man to retreat.

"Yes." The old man retreated in an orderly manner.

Murong Ze'an closed his eyes, tugged at the bridge of his nose, and then suddenly shouted, "Shadow." ”

A ghost-like figure appeared quietly in front of Murong Ze'an, and he couldn't even feel how he appeared, and he didn't know where he came from.

This shadow was just like the few black-clothed people who appeared in Murong Zejian's room last night, it was black from head to toe, and it was the kind of black that could blend in wherever he went.

Even more exaggerated than the men in black was that the shadow didn't even show its eyes, as if it had been thrown into a black paint bucket and then fished out.

The shadow standing in front of Murong Ze'an exuded an inexplicable terrifying aura all over his body, and everyone standing beside him would feel chills all over his body.

"What do you think about this?" Murong Ze'an asked at the shadow.

The shadow's body seemed to move, but it didn't speak.

"I heard that after the second child went back yesterday, there was a sound of quarrel in the room, and the noise was very fierce, and later there was even a sound of fighting." Murong Ze'an continued.

"You suspect he did it?" The shadow asked suddenly.

"It's not uncommon for the two of them to quarrel, but it's the first time they've started to fight, especially this time, there are still dead people, I can't help but doubt it." Murong Ze'an nodded and said.

"Maybe it was because the two of them quarreled, and his wife ran out in anger, but when she met a gangster, she was killed." The shadow said slowly.

"Do you believe that?" Murong Ze'an asked rhetorically.

The shadow stopped talking again.

"Why is a good Murong family being like this now? Getting so dirty? Murong Ze'an slammed the table and said angrily.

"Head of the house!" A voice came from outside the door, and the shadow vanished instantly.

With the screams, a man ran in from outside the door, panting and flustered.

"Steward Yang, what are you doing in such a hurry? What does it look like? Murong Ze'an reprimanded with some dissatisfaction.

"Home, the head of the family, the second master, the second master, he wants to commit suicide." Steward Yang said breathlessly.

"What?" Murong Ze'an stood up suddenly: "Go, take me over." ”

Under the leadership of Steward Yang, Murong Ze'an came to Murong Zejian's residence, and at this time, the door was already surrounded by people on the inside and outside of the door. Everyone craned their necks to look in.

"The head of the house is here, get out of the way." With a loud roar from Steward Yang, the surrounding people crowded to both sides, making way from the middle, and Murong Zean walked in along this road.

I only saw that there was a one-zhang-long white silk on the beam of the roof, Murong Zejian stood on the chair, held the white silk in his hand, tied the two ends into a knot, and then put his head in.

"Dick." Murong Ze'an roared when he saw this scene, and everyone present trembled with fright, and Murong Zejian was no exception, and his head that stretched into Bai Yan also twisted to this side, looking at Murong Ze'an.

"What are you doing? Go up there and get him down. Murong Ze'an commanded to the people around him.

Everyone woke up like a dream, and hugged Murong Zejian from the chair, just now they all gathered here to watch, but no one dared to move, because the second master had spoken, no one was allowed to go over, they were all subordinates, and they had to listen to the master. Even if human life is a matter of heaven, they don't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Now that the head of the family has spoken, the head of the family is older than the second master, so he naturally has to listen to the head of the family.

Murong Zejian was still struggling vigorously when he was taken down, his hands clenched into fists and kept beating those who were holding him, and his mouth was still shouting: "Let go of me, let go of me, let me die." ”

Murong Ze'an looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly.

"Tie him to a chair for me." Murong Ze'an said again.

Immediately, someone found a rope and trapped Murong Zejian firmly on a chair with a backrest, tied like a zongzi, and couldn't even move.

When everyone had done all this, Murong Ze'an waved his hand and said, "You all go out." ”

The men immediately bent down and exited the room one by one.

In the end, there were only two people left, Murong Ze'an and Murong Zejian, who were tied to the chair.

Murong Ze'an took a deep breath, and then said, "Look at what you look like now?" ”

"Let me go and let me die." Murong Zejian ignored Murong Ze'an's words, and continued to roar, his body was constantly writhing and struggling, but the rope was too tightly tied, no matter how much he struggled, it was still useless.

"You bastard." Murong Ze'an stepped forward in one step, raised his hand and slapped Murong Zejian's face fiercely.

Murong Zejian immediately stopped talking, his face was swollen, and a hateful look appeared in his eyes.

"Look at you now, do you still have a bit of the second master of the Murong family? A man who is dozens of years old, and he is still looking for death and life to hang himself, are you ashamed? Why did the Murong family come up with such a thing as you. Murong Ze'an scolded with hatred.

Murong Zejian's eyes stared hard, as if they were about to tear, and his eyeballs were about to fall out, but he was still staring at Murong Ze'an so deadly, if his eyes could kill, I am afraid that at this moment Murong Ze'an had been killed by him.

"You don't have to look at me like that, I don't say a lot of things, but it doesn't mean that I don't know, you know best what you have done, I can tell you in advance, acting also has to have a degree, and it is easy to wear it if you overact." Murong Ze'an nodded at him and said.

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Zejian suddenly stopped staring, but asked with a confused expression.

"There is no impermeable wall in this world, what people do is what the sky is watching, if you want to hide it from everyone, it is impossible, I read that you are my younger brother and a member of the Murong family, this matter will end here, you don't want to make trouble anymore, just accept it when you see it." Murong Ze'an threw down this sentence, turned around and left.