"Jing Shengjun, I still believe in the young grandmother, she won't do anything like that......"

Chiba Keiko looked at Ye Jingsheng's sad appearance and said softly with relief.

"yes, I know." Ye Jingsheng smiled at Chiba Keiko, only to feel very dull in his heart.

——

"Master, this is it."

Wen San looked in the direction of Jiading's finger, and saw that behind an iron gate were small western-style buildings, which looked very tall.

Wen San surrounded Xiong with his hands, looked at the western-style buildings inside, and said: "Where do I live, it turns out to be a few dilapidated buildings, and they are not as big and comfortable as Lao Tzu's yard." ”

"That's that......"

The family members echoed one after another.

"How can the house here be compared to the old man's yard......"

"It's just ......"

"Alright, let's stop talking and see why there are so many police officers at the door."

Wen San raised his hand and grabbed the back of a family's head, and with a forceful push, the family staggered forward a few steps, and then responded, and walked quickly towards the iron railing door.

"What for?"

The police officer guarding the door asked when he saw the man walking over, holding an iron bar.

The family was frightened, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Passing by, I'm passing by......"

As he spoke, he was about to turn around, but he accidentally saw the security guard squatting on the side of the road. After thinking about it, he walked quickly towards the security guard.

Wen San stood in place and looked in the direction where the family was walking, only to see a man in uniform squatting under the shade of a tree on the side, looking dressed like a security guard.

Jia Ding walked over and sat next to the security guard, and when he saw the security guard's sullen appearance, he asked tentatively, "What's going on here?" Why are there so many police officers? ”

"It's not because of the assassination of Director Zhou!" The security guard had no place to vent his complaints, and suddenly he heard someone say this, and he couldn't help but say it.

"Hasn't the murderer been caught yet?"

Jia Ding continued to inquire.

"If this is caught, then what are these officers doing here?!"

The security guard said indignantly, "Look at me, I was there before." The security guard pointed to the duty room and said very indignantly: "But if you look inside now, it is all occupied by that group of people, so I can only sit here now, like a begging for food!" ”

"Oh~" Jia Ding nodded as if he didn't understand.

The security guard came back to his senses, looked at the man next to him, and frowned, "No, who are you?" What do I think of you like this, are you a local? ”

Jia Ding waved his hand, "I came with my master, my master is the nephew of the director of this week, and after hearing the news, he came to condole." As he spoke, he got up, "Big brother, you continue to sit, and I'll go over first." ”

"Oh......"

"Nephew?" The security guard asked himself and said: "There are really a lot of relatives in the director's family this week, and there are many ...... looking for him."

"Master, I asked." Jia Ding walked quickly to Wen San's side, and said everything he had just inquired about: "These police officers are here to investigate Director Zhou's murderer."

"Investigating the murderer?" Wen San touched his smooth chin, looked at the police officers not far away, hooked his lips and sneered, "Look at the police officers here are not very efficient, it's really useless to find the murderer after so long!" ”

Wen San said and walked towards the iron gate.

"Hey, hey, who are you? Stop—"

When the police officer guarding the door saw this, he pointed at it with an iron rod in his hand and reprimanded.

Wen San glanced at the police officer with disdain, his hands behind his back, and his toes were arrogant, "I am the nephew of Director Zhou, and I came to condole!" ”

"Director Zhou's nephew?"

The officers looked at each other when they heard this, because no one had seen it, so they didn't know whether it was true or not.

"What proof do you have that you are the nephew of Director Zhou?!"

A police officer asked, holding an iron bar.

Wen San's eyebrows furrowed, "If you want to prove it, then it's better to call the housekeeper of the state director's house, this is not clear, it's better than you holding an iron rod here and spitting Xingzi 9 to prove to me!" ”

When the police officers heard this, they looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you wait, I'll call and ask the housekeeper of Director Zhou's house to come out!"

A police officer walked into the duty room and made a phone call.

The security guard sitting on the side saw the police officer who was calling, and then looked at the man standing at the iron gate, with a high toe and a lord's shelf.

"Could it be that he is really the nephew of Director Zhou......"

The security guard muttered to himself, curious.

After a while, I saw an old man running quickly through the iron gate, dressed in black, with a white strip tied around his waist, and he looked like he was mourning.

"Butler."

The police officer saw the butler coming, opened the iron door, and pointed to Wen San.

"Take a closer look, do you recognize this person?"

When the housekeeper heard this, he looked up and saw that the man standing not far away was very familiar.

Wen San looked at the housekeeper's squinting and difficult appearance, his eyebrows furrowed, and he lost his patience, "Old man, open your dog's eyes and see clearly, Lao Tzu, don't you remember?!" ”

Wen San scolded angrily. The housekeeper raised his eyebrows, "Master Wen, Master Wen, you can count ...... here"

The housekeeper hurriedly said to the police officer beside him: "This is my husband's nephew, let him in, let him in......"

When the police heard this, they quickly cleared the barricades.

"Master Wen, right? It's all to blame for the villain's eyes and ignorance of Mount Tai, and he didn't even know that you were Director Zhou's nephew, don't blame it, don't blame it......"

A police officer hurriedly stepped forward, took out a cigarette from his bosom and handed it over.

Wen San crossed it directly, without lifting his eyelids.

"Let's go, old man, take me to meet my uncle and grandfather."

"Hey......"

The steward answered, and led the way.

The officer, who was ignored in the cold, unhurriedly stuffed the cigarette he had smoked into the cigarette case.

"Hey, big brother, this Director Zhou is dead, but it's just a nephew, what are you afraid of him doing?"

"You know a pi!" The police leader kicked the talkative officer away.

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, although this Director Zhou is dead, his relationship in the hall is still there. Look at this nephew of his, arrogant and arrogant, if one day he uses these official positions to become an official, and you anger him, can you have a good life at that time! ”

"Yes, yes, big brother is talking about ......"

The kicked police officer covered the kicked Xiong's mouth, and only reluctantly stood up with the support of the police officers on the side.

"In our line of work, I'd rather be a little cheaper sometimes, rather than easily provoke others and create an enemy for yourself, otherwise, in the end, you may not even know how to die!"

The police leader said unhurriedly, looking at the figure of the group of people walking away, his eyebrows raised slightly.

These little bunnies don't know anything!

When Wen San came to the western-style building, he looked at the black silk hanging inside, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

"Master Wen, please inside, Mr.'s mourning hall is set up in the living room."

The butler opens the door and makes a 'please' motion.

Seeing this, Wen San took a deep breath and slowly walked in.

The huge yard is full of flowers and trees, which should be a gorgeous moment, but it is hung with black silk, which makes the atmosphere very depressing.

"Didn't anyone come to mourn?"

Wen San looked at the deserted courtyard, and even if he walked into the door, he still couldn't hear half a minute of movement. This building is so quiet that you can hear it clearly.

The housekeeper lowered his head and sighed, "Mr. had a lot of friends before his death, but when they heard that Mr. died at home, no one dared to come to mourn, for fear that the murderer would find them." As for the maid, when the husband died, he would not be needed, so they were all dismissed. ”

The butler sighed deeply.

Things are people, the world is impermanent, people go tea and cool, and this is how it should be.

When Wen San heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the black eyes in the lobby, hooked his lips and said, "Old man, don't tell me, I'm the first person to come to mourn?"

Hearing this, the butler raised his head and nodded after hesitation.

Wen San rolled his eyes, and felt that he had been deceived.

"That's it! The first is the first, who made my uncle and grandfather take care of me very much during his lifetime, although it is all for the sake of my mother's face. Wen San raised his eyebrows, and walked in.

The mourning hall set up in the lobby, behind the tablet is the coffin, the dark coffin, at a glance, is the best Nanmu, and there is a burnt paper money on the side. is obviously a powerful person, but he didn't expect it to be so desolate after death, and there is not even a person to send a mourning flag.

The butler lowered his head, walked briskly to the spiritual seat, knelt down, and reached out to put the paper money into the brazier.

"Sir, Master Wen is here, he has come to see you......"

When Wen San heard this, he glanced at the old man who was kneeling with his back to him, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his face straightened, and he bowed towards the spiritual position.

"Uncle, I'm here to see you. Although we haven't seen each other much and haven't gotten along much, but just because you helped our family three or four times, and this time helped me and my mother rescue from prison, I also remember this kindness. Don't worry, I will find your murderer, and you will rest in heaven. ”

Wen San's words fell, he stood up, looked at the coffin behind the spiritual seat, and frowned.

I still remember that the last time I saw him, it was at my mother's birthday banquet, and this time, before a year, I was separated forever and could never see each other again.

Thinking of this, Wen San felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen—"

The butler suddenly knelt down in front of Wen San, kowtowed, and said.

Wen San was startled, and subconsciously took a few steps back, "What are you doing here?!" ”

The housekeeper raised his head and burst into tears, "Don't hide from Master Wen, this time I invited Master Wen to come first to mourn Mr., and secondly, to ask Master Wen to find out the murderer of my husband, so as to comfort Mr. Wen's soul in the sky." ”

Wen San frowned, "You old man, what a scheming!" This investigation of the murderer is the business of those police officers outside, what does it have to do with me! Besides, I'm a newcomer, and I'm not familiar with life, so you asked me to investigate the murderer, why don't you go! ”

The housekeeper was stunned, "Can ...... However, just now, Master Wen, you clearly said that you would help Mr. find out the murderer, Master Wen can deceive the deceased——"

"I," Wen San choked, "I'm comforting my uncle and grandfather, but I'm not serious." There are so many police officers outside who can't find the murderer, how can I find out! ”

When the housekeeper heard this, he instantly lost his breath, turned around and knelt in front of Zhou Jian's spiritual seat.

"Sir-sir, it's useless for the old slave, the old slave has no way to find out the murderer, so let you die unclear, the old slave is ashamed of Mr., the old slave will accompany you-"

So saying, the butler got up and was about to crash into the coffin.

"Hey, stop him! Stop him! ”

In an instant, the housekeepers rushed in, hugged the butler who was about to hit his head, and stopped him.