Zhou Ping walked over, "Excuse me, this is the Li family, right?" Zhang Shu is here, right? ”

The man looked up, "Oh, you just called...... I am Li Haiming, and Zhang Shu is my wife. ”

"Oh." Zhou Ping was a little embarrassed, "I am Zhang Shu's nephew, and my mother is her sister." ”

"Your mom called her the other day and said you were on a business trip. On that phone call before, I thought it was you. Li Haiming tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He knew about the phone, but the voice Zhou Ping heard on the phone just now was not his.

The noise of the room continued, several voices overlapping, and only a few repetitive words could be heard.

Li Haiming ignored this, but said in a choked voice: "Your brother, you went suddenly." Your aunt is feeling bad. She...... It's so sad. He took a puff of his cigarette, choked, and coughed violently.

A woman in the room came out and saw Zhou Ping, and immediately shouted: "Hey, it's you, right?" The people of their Zhang family, right? Her nephew, right? You're in a hurry! Your aunt is crazy! You Zhang family take a look at it clearly! Your daughter is not in her right mind! Don't blame us! ”

She spoke with a broken voice, and every word seemed to be shouted in someone's ear.

Before the words fell, the quarrel in the room raised a few volumes, and there were some footsteps and collisions.

Zhou Ping couldn't help but walk in quickly.

Before he could see the person clearly, he was firmly grasped by a pair of hands.

"A bunch of brutes from their Li family killed my son...... They killed our family......"

The woman who grabbed him didn't cry, just repeated a few words in a hoarse voice and in a dull tone.

As I heard on the phone, there was a bit of panic chill in the emotionless voice.

Zhou Ping looked down and saw clearly the person holding him.

He had seen this man on a video call, but now it was a little unfamiliar.

During the video call, the other party's burgundy hot hair characteristic of middle-aged and elderly women stood energetically, as if there was a sign on their heads, with the word "fashionable" written on it. That pair of tattooed eyebrows is even more characteristic of the times, reflecting her exaggerated eyeliner and lipstick, with a unified style. She said she had just returned from a square dance, and her brightly colored top could still be seen in the camera.

Now, the woman in front of her was without makeup, and her face was full of tears frozen in wrinkles. The permed hair hung down and fell loosely, making her look like a crazy woman. The clothes she was wearing were pajamas, I don't know how long it had been since she had changed, they were crumpled, and there were stains left on them that couldn't be washed off.

Zhou Ping smelled the sour smell of sweat and a smell of burnt ash on her. He inexplicably thought of the phrase "the smell of death".

When he looked up, he saw a group of angry strangers, as well as a black-and-white photo of a young man. He was completely unfamiliar with that face, just like he had just seen Li Haiming, and he didn't know it at all. But the smell of death seems to have become stronger because of a posthumous photo.

"They killed my son...... They're going to kill my son......" Zhang Shu's hands pinched Zhou Ping's arm.

"Auntie, calm down first, don't worry. I just arrived, and I don't know what happened to my cousin......" Zhou Ping persuaded as gently as possible.

"Your cousin killed them!" Zhang Shu screamed reflexively, and her voice immediately became softer again, "Your cousin was killed by them...... Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping...... You are Zhou Ping......" She stretched out her hand and touched Zhou Ping's face, as if she was blind, and she could only rely on her hands to confirm who the person in front of her was, "You help me, you help me...... They killed your cousin. You've got to help me......"

The scream was like a needle, inserted into Zhou Ping's brain, and the subsequent whisper was like a snake, and together with Zhang Shu's hands, it tightly wrapped around Zhou Ping.

The strangers who were watching around were obviously relatives of the Li family, not from my cousin's company. They looked at Zhou Ping and Zhang Shu with disgust. Zhou Ping glanced at Li Haiming, whose eyes were dark, and felt the ten fingers that were almost trapped in his flesh, only to feel that he had stepped into the mire.

Zhou Ping endured the pain in his arm and said to the Li family around him: "I want to talk to my aunt alone first." ”

"What are you talking to a crazy woman? The police have found out, it is sudden death! Overtime! Young people keep working overtime without resting! There is a debtor and a debtor, she feels sorry for her son, but she went to find someone else's boss! I don't have the courage to find someone else's boss and yell at us. The woman who spoke to Zhou Ping just now not only had an impressive pronunciation, but also had a very neat mouth, and her speech speed was fast and urgent, like a machine gun for a while.

Zhang Shu didn't react to this, just repeated the words she put on her lips.

Zhou Ping looked at Zhang Shu's appearance, with some sympathy, glanced at the people of the Li family, and said restrainedly: "No matter what, I want to talk to my aunt." On your side, can anyone call the shots? ”

Saying this, Zhou Ping looked at Li Haiming.

He should be the head of the family. Zhou Ping vaguely remembered that his mother mentioned that his aunt was the eldest daughter-in-law, and his cousin was also the eldest of the next generation of grandchildren. If so, Li Haiming should be the eldest of these siblings.

Li Haiming didn't look at Zhou Ping at all, nor did he look at his wife. When he entered the room, he stared at the photo.

Zhou Ping had been mentally prepared, but he still felt disappointed when he saw this uncle-in-law immersed in the grief of losing his son.

His grief is human, but he is not alone, he has brothers and sisters, and a wife.

"You help me...... Can you help me...... They killed my son......" Zhang Shu's whisper echoed through the room.

Only her voice remained in the room.

Li Haiming remained unmoved.

The rest of the Li family all showed expressions of disgust or ridicule, looking at Zhang Shu and Zhou Ping. They made no secret of their emotions, and their expressions could be described as exaggerated. The woman who talked the most laughed loudly.

The voice did not drown out Zhang Shu's whispering.

The voices of two women collided in the room.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping could only change to a tough attitude and unceremoniously drove people away, "You see the excitement is almost the same, right?" If you really don't want to leave, then I'll call the police. Let's go to the police station to watch the excitement, what do you think? I also happened to check with the police to find out what had been found. ”

The talkative woman laughed artificially and was about to speak.

The middle-aged man next to him had already spoken, and the voice was the male voice that Zhou Ping heard on the phone.

"Okay. See for yourselves. My eldest nephew's affairs have been in trouble for six days, and he will be buried tomorrow for the first seven days, and it is getting more and more excessive! You can solve your aunt, we all have to thank you! ”

He said this with resentment, and impatiently raised his feet and walked out.

The rest looked at each other and followed.

No one greeted Li Haiming. However, the woman who talked a lot still sneered at Zhang Shu, and when she was pulled away, she didn't shut up.

Waiting for everyone to quickly leave, only Zhang Shu's voice was left in the room.

Anyway, there were just three of them in this room, and they could have a good conversation.

Zhou Ping thought like this and saw the urn next to the posthumous photo.

Looking at the young man with good facial features in the photo, he has mixed feelings in his heart.