The noise attracted Zi Shumo's attention, and he turned his head to look, only to see a tall man standing out from the crowd. He had neat short hair, and a face as clean and smooth as a shelled egg, but the cold, staring expression in his eyes showed his age. He was dressed in black, with white flowers on his sleeves, and he was surrounded by people dressed in the same clothes as him, about a dozen of them, including two young men with wreaths in their hands.

"Qi Zongsheng! What are you doing here!? ”

"Joke, of course, I came to visit my brother."

"You are not allowed to put on incense! Brother Ren doesn't need you to worship! ”

The two groups of people argued in front of the spirit, and when Zi Shumo heard the name Qi Zongsheng, he suddenly remembered the Zongsheng group that Lei Qiang said before. According to the current situation, this Qi Zongsheng and Brother Ren do not deal with each other. I thought this kind of scene was just played in a movie, but I didn't expect to actually witness it with my own eyes, Zi Shumo really couldn't cry or laugh.

"Get out of the way! When people come to worship, they should treat each other with courtesy, how can they make noise in front of the spirit of good benevolence! Sister Yun said loudly with a cold face, and those who blocked Qi Zongsheng were stunned, and immediately all of them were put aside.

"In this Blissful Club, Sister Yun, you are the most reasonable, Liangren is really blessed to have a sister like you. Alas, it's a pity that he died young! Qi Zongsheng's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it. He has a humble attitude, and there is no sign of making trouble, more like an elegant gentleman, who is just right. Zi Shumo couldn't help but wonder how such a person could know someone like Su Liangren.

Qi Zongsheng came to the spirit to pay respects, and then came to the family to salute according to the instructions of the master of ceremonies, and his eyes swept over Zi Shumo who was standing aside, revealing a curious gaze. But he quickly looked away and politely and thoughtfully said "condolences" to Sister Yun.

"I have a heart. I apologize for the inconvenience today. Sister Yun endured and gave an eviction order. Qi Zongsheng was very knowledgeable, nodded slightly, and left with his own people.

Everyone watched Qi Zongsheng leave, and a little brother with Mo Xigan's hair that Zi Shumo had seen came forward and whispered in Sister Yun's ear, "Just let him go?" ”

"The people's etiquette has been thoughtful, today is your brother's memorial, don't make trouble." Sister Yun looked in the direction Qi Zongsheng left, whispered, then turned her head to look at Zi Shumo, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zishu, can you please wait a while, let's talk in the inner hall?" ”

Although Sister Yun's words were a question, her tone could not be denied, and the little brother next to her didn't wait for Zi Shumo to answer, so he reached out and grabbed Zi Shumo's arm and pulled him into the inner hall.

If it was usual, Zishu Mo would definitely not be like this, but at this time, his heart was full of doubts, and he also wanted to find out, so he did not resist, and followed Mo Xigan into the inner hall very cooperatively.

The inner hall is an old wooden building, and there are no modern equipment in the room, only electric lights and telephones to make people feel a little modern. The wooden furniture is all colored, and it feels like a little spark can turn this place into ashes in an instant. But the room didn't feel cold, Zi Shumo noticed that there were several copper pillars on the ground around here, and the copper pillars had hollow auspicious patterns, and there were charcoal inside, so the room was not cold.

There are two screens in the middle of the room, the screen on the left is a majestic whistling tiger, and the screen on the right is a lively Buyun Dragon.

Two screens divide the room into two halves, and the half inside is placed with wide mahogany chairs, which are quite a bit of Ming and Qing style from the simple shape, and the several old men sitting on it also make people feel that time and space are out of order. The youngest of these people looked like they were in their fifties, and the oldest was about seventy or eighty, and they all looked inexplicably fierce, and they didn't have the kind eyes of ordinary old people at all.

Outside the screen, near the door, are rows of single wooden armchairs, similar in style to the inside, and each chair has a small square table on which a tea set can be placed.

Two waist-high celadon bottles at the door, the plum blossoms that are more than one person high are blooming thickly, and the heat is wrapped in the aroma, which makes people a little stuffy.

Zi Shumo did it under the guidance of Mo Xigantou, and glanced at the several old people inside, who were thoughtfully sipping tea, and they all glanced at Zi Shumo from time to time, but no one talked to him.

The little brother of Moxigan left after Zi Shumo sat down, and a middle-aged woman who was also dressed in black and wearing filial piety served him a cup of hot gaiwan tea, and then retreated without saying a word.

The room was eerily quiet, with the regular and boring sound of needle movement from the old grandfather clock near the screen, and the occasional clash of cups and saucers from the inside broke the silence, making the scalp tingle.

Zishu Mo sat in place, although he was a little thirsty, he didn't have the tea in his hand. The floor clock had already sounded the time twice, and the tea in hand had already run out of heat, Zi Shumo secretly moved his toes that were about to stiffen, and thought to himself: These old people can really sit! When is that Sister Yun coming!?

While he was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, which lifted his spirits and quickly stretched his back.

In the morning, Sister Yun appeared at the door surrounded by several women.

Zi Shumo got up and nodded to her, and she returned the salute, but she didn't stop but walked directly into the screen.

After whispering to several old people in the screen for a while, Sister Yun called Zi Shumo into the house in a loud voice.

Zi Shumo looked around at everyone indifferently, his gaze finally stayed on Sister Yun's face, and he said with a smile: "Sister Yun, I don't know what you want to talk to me?" ”

"Liangren's death, we want you to give an explanation." Sister Yun said coldly.

"It's natural that Brother Ren died, but I didn't have anything to do with him, it was nothing more than a matter of escorting the car to transport the goods a few days ago. At that time, Brother Ren promised me and gave me time to investigate, as for Brother Ren's death, I only found out until here! Zi Shumo did not hide the stunned in his heart, and there was no deception between his words.

It's a pity that Zi Shumo's words did not convince everyone, one of them had a gray beard, and the flesh on his cheeks drooped like a bulldog, he stared at Zi Shumo viciously, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Humph! You're a self-thief! I was afraid that I would be held accountable by Ah Ren, so I killed him! ”

"I did not kill him, nor did I keep him alive. If you want me to bear this pot, you have to come up with evidence, you can't just say that I killed him, right? Zi Shumo was not in a hurry, his face sank like water, revealing a composure that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

"Wu Laosi, this kid said that you wronged him, then you should come up with evidence, don't be like the previous president, unclear." An old man with a thin face laughed, and when he didn't smile, his cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, and when he laughed, it was all a bracket.