1 June 2003.

This day is the annual Children's Day, and Ye Wei organized a group of college classmates, about a dozen people, to have dinner at a Jiangnan restaurant.

These classmates have more contacts among the forty-odd people in the class, and they also have more or less understanding of what Meng Long has done, and only by letting them witness Meng Long's death will everything be logical.

After three rounds of drinking, the time was more than eleven o'clock in the evening. The hotel closed, and everyone trembled and helped each other out. There is still a little bit of consciousness, but it is not very awake anymore.

"I ...... I can still drink it, come again! Cheers!! ”

Meng Long fully showed the proper posture of a drunken person, dragged his friends to the door of a cigarette hotel, went in to buy a bottle of Moutai, and staggered out.

In full view of everyone, Meng Long opened the wine bottle, took out a packet of white powder from his pants pocket, and poured it into the wine.

"Fuck the fuck!"

He shook the wine well and held the bottle above his head. A group of people standing next to him thought he was taking drugs, but they didn't dare to stop him.

Then, Meng Long turned the bottle upside down, and the liquid inside poured down......

"Smack!"

A third of the wine in the bottle went down, and Meng Long suddenly slammed the bottle to the ground. The whole person shook for a moment, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Eh, Meng Long! Meng Long, what's wrong with you? ”

Someone went to pull him, only to find him motionless and without any signs of life.

"Hit 120, hit 120!"

I don't know who was shouting, and the other people on the side were also half sober, and quickly took out their mobile phones from their pockets.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Wei took two steps forward and pulled out a small fresh-keeping ziplock bag from Meng Long's hand, with a label on it, and three capital letters were written on the label: KCN.

"Potassium cyanide, it's potassium cyanide!" When a man saw it, he shouted: "He committed suicide and is hopeless." ”

"Take it to the hospital." Ye Wei sighed, bowed down to set up Meng Long, and casually pulled a classmate to help. Together, the two carried the person to the side of the road and hailed a car.

Ye Wei asked the person to go back first, wait for the police, and make a record, and stuffed Meng Long into the car: "Go to the funeral home." ”

"Funeral home?"

The driver was startled, looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror, and saw Meng Long like a dead man. I guess I felt unlucky, so I didn't talk anymore, and drove all the way to the funeral home.

"Here, death certificate." Coming to the funeral home, Ye Wei took out a forged death certificate from his pocket: "A few months ago, someone ordered a coffin, named Meng Long. ”

The staff accepted the death certificate, did not look at it carefully, took a stretcher and pulled Meng Long to the coffin.

"Mr. Meng only ordered the coffin and cemetery, and the other cleans, shrouds, hearse, posthumous photos and burial money have not been paid, do you have your own preparations?"

Ye Wei hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "He committed suicide because he was poor, and we can't afford to pay for it." Otherwise, I don't want those false ones, and when the time comes, I will do a good job of the posthumous photos, and the funeral money will be gone, and I will be buried directly, right? ”

"Yes." It is estimated that this kind of poor bastard is commonplace, and the staff did not show obvious surprise: "Then when will your funeral be arranged?" ”

"As soon as possible."

Ye Wei frowned: "Let him settle in the ground as soon as possible, which is also the last thing I can do as a friend." ”

"Can't his relatives come?"

"He's an orphan."

Ye Wei didn't deceive people, after Meng Long went to engage in pyramid schemes, his family cut off contact with him, so there is nothing wrong with saying that he is an orphan.

After the staff asked some more regular questions, Ye Wei left. He didn't have time to work on the rest of the matter, and no one asked him to make a record, so he went back to the rental house.

As soon as I arrived at the place, I received a call from a classmate who was present at the time, saying that the police didn't ask any questions, and everyone spoke in the same voice. But later, a waiter from a Jiangnan restaurant came to the police, and the procuratorate sent a suicide note. Through the monitoring, it can be seen that it was under the table when everyone left one after another after eating.

There are not a few words on the suicide note, to the effect that I have done too many things to the effect that I can't live my life anymore and want to die. I hope to die in this way, so that people can know that this world has come by itself.

Fortunately, at that time, the police and the prosecutor did not take it seriously and closed the case as an ordinary suicide. Otherwise, I don't know if I will be implicated if I investigate it in detail.

For the perfect implementation of the plan, Ye Wei sent Meng Long back to the rental house by taking advantage of having no money to deposit. Even the hearse didn't work, so I just found a truck and pulled it back.

……

"Wow! I'm still in a panic to buy such a big one, take out that thing of yours, and I'll take care of it! ”

Meng Long crawled out of the coffin, rested for a while, and picked up Ye Wei's "artifact".

said that it was an artifact, but it was actually a sketch drawn by Bai Shu, and Ye Wei measured the lock made of the coffin. This lock is attached to the inside of the coffin, and when the coffin lid is closed, as long as someone screws this lock inside, the person outside cannot open the lid, giving the illusion that the coffin has been nailed.

The two of them tossed for a while with a hammer and a screwdriver, and finally fixed the lock.

"I'll try it first, you're watching from the outside!"

Meng Long dropped the tools in his hand and jumped into the coffin: "Come, Ye Wei, cover the lid!" ”

Ye Wei looked at him helplessly, and used his strength to put the lid on the pile. Although this coffin is a bargain, only a few thousand yuan, the material is still solid wood, and the weight is not light.

"Pop-"

Ye Wei heard a small, muffled sound of the lock. He knew that the dust had settled.

Months of flattery, months of enduring humiliation, just for such a moment.

The lock is designed by Bai Shu, and of course it won't be that simple. In fact, this lock can only be locked once. After locking, not only can the outside not be opened, but also the people inside. To forcibly open it, the only way to destroy this coffin is to destroy it.

But Ye Wei was not as happy as he imagined, only a sense of relief. He sat down against the wall of the coffin, only a layer of solid wood away from Meng Long.

"Meng Long, do you know? When my dad died, he used a simple urn of only about 100 yuan. This kind of solid wood coffin, the family has no money to buy it. ”

"Alas, life is impermanent, let's mourn."

Ye Wei heard Meng Long's muffled voice from the other end of the coffin, he didn't realize that he was not far from death: "I remember seeing you two years ago and saying that your father had diabetes, isn't the survival period of diabetes quite long?" Why do people say it's gone? ”

"If there is no money for treatment, people will be gone, what a normal thing."

Ye Wei heard Meng Long fiddle with the lock inside, and he didn't open it for a long time, this was the voice he wanted to hear the most after enduring it for so long.

"Huh?"

At this time, Meng Long had already found out that there was a problem with the lock, but he did not suspect Ye Wei, and continued to fiddle: "Why is there no money?" Don't you have 200,000? ”

"My dad died two years ago." Ye Wei replied coldly.

"Gee, you could have come to me two years ago...... What the? Two years ago? ”

Meng Long finally noticed that something was wrong, and suddenly hammered the lock hard, but he still couldn't open it: "Didn't you run away at that time?" Didn't ...... before that?"

"That's right, when I was cheated out of all my money by you and locked up, my father had no money for treatment and died."