The next day, Wren came to the cemetery as promised.

I don't know why, the whereabouts of celebrities are always so easy to leak, even after death.

The cemetery was full of people again.

Wren learned smartly this time, and instead of showing up, he went straight to find a place to go in. found the agent, and suddenly appeared and startled the other party.

"Huh, I'm still wondering if you won't be able to get in if there are too many people outside, and I'm about to call and ask."

Wren looked around, and there were basically few people except for some cemeteries and other staff members of the cemetery.

"There are few people in there."

But it's right to think about it, Sidra has no relatives, and it is estimated that there are not many friends.

The agent shook his head: "This is the reason why this funeral can be prepared so quickly, I really can't think of who to invite when I write the list, if there are too few people, it seems that the funeral is too deserted, and the master of ceremonies said that this will make it seem that the deceased is helpless before his death."

"Can't you invite some fans or something?"

Wren just asked casually, and when he was done, he stepped aside, he didn't think Sidra would care about such a thing.

"The coffin has also been opened, and there is nothing missing from here?" The police asked the agent who was still wiping his tears.

[In view of the general environment,

So out of an abundance of caution, Wren put white wood chips and some stuffing on the outside of the box.

Although what is raising a cat and releasing a cat, the will is divided into two layers, and the frustration that was originally mentioned suddenly has to go back, those are some big things, and there is also a problem. But Wren felt that a few big things that weren't the slightest bit strange were piled together, and that wasn't a problem.

went out and took a car, Yao Nan also hurried to the cemetery where he had only been yesterday.

Speaking of fans, the manager suddenly came to inspiration and hurriedly said, "Could it be that these crazy fans did it?"

Like putting Sidra's belongings, including foils, into the coffin, it was also at that stage.

"It's you...," said a woman in a cemetery uniform next to her.

The policeman looked at Wren again and saw that my man was holding a long box. We know Wren, so our tone is more insulting: "Mr. Wren, this box ......"

I had to explain if there was a problem with my side.

You're driving out here.

The police were also able to connect that with a dead singer for a while, and the tomb robbers didn't come for it?

There is no problem with this cat, there is no problem with the will, there is only one possibility:

As for the will, Wren is still more skeptical of the current detection technology.

It is impossible to guess that Sidra's grave was not dug up during the time when the Night's Watch and Matthi were there.

"The sword is lost."

How could someone like Sidra carry a cat that was fine? Even if your life is in danger, you should.

"You don't have a night watchman for the night." The manager of the cemetery is now sweating, and he is breaking off to explain to the agent, Yao Nan, and the police who arrived in another room.

Early in the morning of the seventh day, the agent's phone call reached Wren's outside, and there was crying in a panicked and calm tone. When you got down this morning, the people at the cemetery suddenly informed you that Sidra's grave had been dug up, and even the coffin had been lifted.

The graveyard of a star was dug up, and the prestige of our cemetery was dealt a fatal blow, and before these rich people dared to bury people outside.

"That's the one you put outside the box."

"It's easy to get into trouble. So I ended up looking for some people in the industry that Sidra had worked with during his lifetime."

Wren spoke, and the local police on the side took the lead in asking: "You can judge who the suspect is, but now what you want to ask is, since their security measures are so strict, he said that no one in the newly buried person kept a vigil all night, what about yesterday's vigil?" Where are the people?"

The other party specifically mentions frustration under the will, it must be important.

Another person kowtowed

Garlic: "It's you, you did see me leave when you came, but you stayed there for a few minutes, and you can be sure that the cemetery was still bad."

I said hello to my agent and left the cemetery alone as I had come.

As Wren thought, no one came to frustrate, and the target was only not frustrated, and the wood chips of the same material outside the box were not taken away.

The policeman wanted to hear my nonsense anymore, and glanced at a few people in the distance: "Who is Ma Ti?"

I haven't sung or laid flowers yet.

The manager pulled the person over: "He slowly explained what he told you in the morning and then explained it to Xiaojia, to talk about Hanhu!"

Yao Nan said suddenly, and then pulled out a white piece of wood from outside the box.

It's just to mention these fans who may have come to make trouble before hearing the news.

"It's broken, Mr. Wren, Sidra's grave has been dug up!"

"No, everything else is missing, but none of the swords outside the box are visible, and the box was opened when you were notified."

It shows that my guess is very likely to be true, Sidra is dead, and I am doing those things. The woman was not a little frightened, and stammered, "You really stayed all night yesterday, and you never left a single step. It's not before dawn, the small family arrives, there are fewer people, and Ma Ti, who is in charge of cleaning, is also far away, so you go to have breakfast and go to the bathroom by the way. When you came back, you were so scared that you thought the corpse had come back to life, and you thought that the singer had left the corpse behind......

It's just that assumption means that another thing has to be true: Sidra is playing dead.

.....

I think it's the reason why the other party did that, even if the "photo" is actually going to collapse, Sidra is using it to death, or the singer is tired of wanting to be free and never live, and that kind of thing is completely necessary to hide from Wren.

The funeral process is inevitably a bit boring, dedication, emcee speech, sprinkling, emcee speech, and a series of other links. The agent also went up to talk about Sidra as the closest person to Sidra during his lifetime, reminiscing about the past and remembering Sidra's achievements.

"A sword?"

I've thought about whether it's okay with the cat, whether it's the will that has been altered, and so on, but the likelihood is small.

"Is it a precious thing?"

Originally, there should not be a short paragraph about the deeds of the deceased, which will take up a small space, but Sidra has more on the side, which shortens the funeral process a lot.

"And like the kind that has just been buried, it is basically equivalent to no one keeping a vigil all night, and no one is standing guard in the cemetery when it is 24 years old, so something may happen."

Yao Nan stood silently outside the crowd like a log, listening quietly, and I followed what others did until the funeral finally began.

That was incomprehensible to Wren.

Sidra: No problem.

Wren told you to slow down: "He's quiet, well, you can go over and have a look now."

The agent wiped his tears: "That you are also Taihanhu, this sword was brought by Mr. Wren, and it is a funeral object designated by Sidra in his will."

......

The police asked the rest of the people again, but most of them had useless information.