As soon as I reached the third floor, the shrill cries echoed in the hallway, and I looked up through the gap in the handrail of the stairs.

"What floor is his house?"

"The seventh floor."

I can only sigh silently: there is a new grave.

When they arrived at the door, several people of the same age as Xiaoyu stood at the door to greet them.

I snorted at the neat black cloth in the corner, "Take two."

"W-This is not in order, is it?"

"Listen to me."

Generally speaking, only relatives or juniors who are not out of the five suits bring filial piety, and the identities of me and Xia Min are really unnecessary.

However, at this juncture, this piece of filial piety can pull our relationship in.

When we arrived in front of the deceased, we both knelt down and kowtowed, and the woman on the side took the child to kowtow in return.

As soon as I stood up, the woman had already pounced on Xia Min.

Rao is used to seeing this kind of scene in the funeral home, but when the crying reaches my ears, I still can't help but be shocked.

A few minutes later, Xia Min also started crying.

And I and the deceased were pure strangers, at most we felt pitiful, and there was no grief at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I began to take a closer look at Xiaoyu's body.

Although I don't have any tangible evidence now, I have enough reason to suspect that Xiaoyu is not so simple as committing suicide.

Xiaoyu has now changed into a brand new gray suit, and he has a tie on his chest, except that he looks a little whiter, but there is nothing special.

It's just that the bruise-purple strangulation marks on the neck are particularly glaring, and they are obviously untreated.

I looked down my neck and my gaze fell on his palm.

He had the same bruises on his hands.

Although it is not as neat as the strangulation marks on the neck, the color is basically the same.

I looked down and thought about it for a long time, and I already had the answer in my heart.

Turning my head, I arrived at the door and sent a text message to Xia Min: Ask her lover, did Xiaoyu have suicidal tendencies before?

Xia Min's reply came quickly: No.

After waiting for a while, Xia Min came out of the house and whispered, "What else do you need to do now?"

"Talk somewhere else."

Coming out of Xiaoyu's house, Xia Min gasped a few times: "It's too depressing in the house."

I squinted at her, "You know Xiaoyu very well?"

"It's not too familiar, because my husband walks around every New Year's holiday, and usually occasionally eats together."

"Then why are you crying so badly?"

When I asked this, Xia Min was immediately stunned, and touched his eyes with one hand: "When you get to this place, it should be normal to cry, right?"

"Because Xiaoyu didn't leave, he was still in that room, and it was his resentment that forced you to cry."

Xia Min's mouth opened wide in an instant: "Then does he have something to say?"

"Of course, it's just that he hasn't opened his eyes and mouth now, and he can't say anything."

"Do you have a way?"

I looked behind me and whispered, "Xiaoyu didn't die a normal death."

Xia Min was obviously a little speechless: "He committed suicide, of course he didn't die a normal death."

"I mean, he killed, not killed."

This sentence made Xia Min's eyes widen instantly: "Don't talk nonsense! If that's the case, then I'll have to call the police!"

"First, I'm not talking nonsense." I leaned into her ear and said, word by word, "Second, if it wasn't done by someone, it wouldn't make much sense for you to call the police."

Xia Min grabbed me and ran down the steps: "Then tell me, how do you see it?"

"Did you notice the bruises on his hands?"

"I'm ......," she hesitated, "not paying much attention."

I stretched out my two hands and analyzed carefully, "If I hang myself, I must have put my neck on a rope and my hands drooping."

"Why do you have bruises on your hands?"

Xia Min pondered for a moment, "It's probably his dying survival instinct and shoved his hand into the rope."

I made her laugh at this explanation: "If he can put his hand completely in the noose, then there is a gap between his neck and the rope, and he will not die."

For a while, Xia Min was also a little confused.

I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and took a few puffs: "The most horrific corpse I've ever seen in my entire funeral career is a female corpse that has been abused to death."

"Abuse?"

Xia Min exclaimed suddenly, raising his hand to cover his mouth.

I quickly explained, "It's not what you think, it's ...... S, I used too much force and strangled my girlfriend to death."