The death of Song's mother is definitely not simple, and if you touch the melon, there may be unexpected gains.

Jin Ran's eyes were like torches, constantly going back and forth between Lu Xuan'er and Song's father.

"Amitabha, God bless, please bless the believer in peace and prosperity in her life."

After praying in his heart, Jin Ran ignored Lu Xuan'er and Song's father, and strode into the Song family's ancestral house.

"Song Jinran, have I allowed you to attend the funeral?" Father Song shouted angrily.

Jin Ran turned around and faced Lu Xuan'er, "Da filial daughter, you still don't help me and persuade your father." ”

Lu Xuan'er pulled Song's father's sleeve, "Dad, my sister is always my mother's daughter, I think my mother wants my sister to come and see her off for the last time." ”

Father Song's expression was entangled, hesitant, and difficult to make up his mind.

Lu Xuan'er pursed her lips and twisted her waist, "Dad, Dad, okay?" ”

"Forget it, Song Jinran can attend the funeral."

Lu Xuan'er smiled, "Thank you, Dad, you are the best." ”

Father Song nodded Lu Xuan'er's brain, "You, there must be a limit to kindness and kindness." ”

Father Song looked at Jin Ran and said sharply, "Song Jinran, at the funeral, you'd better keep to yourself." If you have the slightest words or deeds that cross the line, I will have people throw you out. ”

An adopted daughter, a personal daughter, it is better to adopt in person!

Jin Ran took a step and walked steadily into the ancestral house of the Song family.

The ancestral house of the Song family is plain, and the mourning and music are in the ears, which makes people feel heavy.

Jin Ran's face has not changed, cold and calm, his eyes are not happy, and the steps he takes are always 66 centimeters, an auspicious number.

Entering the mourning hall, there is a coffin on the mourning hall.

The coffin is made of fine wood, which is in line with the status of Song's mother.

Jin Ran went straight to the side of the coffin, held his breath, and looked inside.

Mother Song lay neatly in the coffin, wearing a strange black shroud, her face was very white, her lips and eyes were tightly closed, and her hands were folded on her abdomen.

Jin Ran stretched out his hand and began to check Mother Song, and when the people around saw this, they were frightened and indignant.

"Song Jinran, what are you doing? What are you going to do to my sister? Song's mother's sister shouted.

Jin Ran didn't stop, "I suspect she was murdered. ”

If Mother Song died of natural causes, the system would not refuse to tell her, it was just an ordinary thing.

Excluding the impossible situation, Jin Ran has reason to suspect that Song's mother was murdered, and Lu Xuan'er was involved, so that the system could not reveal the slightest clue.

"Fuck off, I'm not allowed to blaspheme my sister." Mother Song's sister rushed towards Jinran, and she had the posture of crashing into Jinran.

Jin Ran casually raised his hand and pressed Song's mother's sister.

"Blasphemy? No, I'm helping her. If she had been murdered, she would have hoped that someone would help her find the killer. Jin Ran said.

"Then you can't ...... either."

"There will be gains, there will be gains, there will be losses, I believe she won't mind."

Mother Song's sister also felt that her sister's death was too strange, and Jin Ran persuaded her in a few words.

Jin Ran checked Song's mother's body up and down, took off her outer clothes, her underwear was exposed, and there were faint blood stains on her left chest, and the blood stains were red and black, which showed that she had been stained for some time.

"Song Jinran, what are you doing?" Father Song strode in, like an angry lion.

Jin Ran told the truth and told Song's father that she was investigating the case.

"Investigating the case? Just you, what can you find out? Father Song said urgently, "Besides, your mother died of illness, so there is nothing to investigate." ”