Daughter-in-law

Chapter 755 Night Detective
The reason why I stopped was because Zhao Wencheng, who was in front of the coffin shed, spoke.

He put his arms around the woman, with a weird smile on his face, and gently patted the woman's back with his palm: "Don't cry, don't cry, I will feel bad when I cry, you know what?" ,Mother."

Hearing his words, my selling legs softened, and I almost asked for it.

No matter how you look at that woman, she is only about 20 years old. Being a man's daughter at this age is more than a mistake, so at first I regarded her as Zhao Qingting's granddaughter, Zhao Wencheng's daughter.

But now hearing his words, my three views have completely exploded.

This fucking Tianxiu!
Zhao Qingting is 80 years old, and he is an old artist, and he is still angry because of the shady things about the competition, so in my heart he is a relatively conservative old man.

Unexpectedly, this woman in her early 20s would actually be his concubine, which surprised me a bit.

But what surprised me the most was that looking at the situation now, his little wife actually got together with his son, which almost made me feel dizzy.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for that Zhao Qingting in my heart. Marrying a petite wife is something that a man should be proud of.

But the risk is also great, because I don't know when I will be put on a little green hat.

Now it seems that Zhao Qingting's cuckold is well worn, and it was his own son who put the cuckold on him himself, so what the hell is going on with this?

If Zhao Qingting's ghost hadn't been sent to the underworld by Duanmuqing, seeing this scene, he probably would have taken away this rebellious son no matter what he said.

Now the two people in front of the mourning hall have cuddled together, and Zhao Wencheng's big hands kept walking on the woman's body.

And the woman groaned in unison.

Seeing this situation, I couldn't help scolding my mother in my heart.

This fucking is really exciting, this scene, this place, can it give them a different kind of excitement, what are they going to do next?

I was a little speechless, and took a deep breath. If these two men and women really want to do something, I don't mind teaching them a lesson, at least so that Zhao Wencheng will not be hard in the future.

But at this moment, Zhao Wencheng's cell phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone with some displeasure, and connected the call, as if he was very dissatisfied with the guy who disturbed his sexual interest.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wencheng grabbed his 'mother's' butt twice again, stood up reluctantly, as if there was something urgent to deal with, then got up and walked towards the building in front past.

The woman was still kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper.

Seeing Zhao Wencheng leave, I sneered, thinking that you are lucky, kid, otherwise I will castrate you for whatever I say today.

I walked around the woman, then came to the back of the coffin, and stood in front of the freezer where the corpses were kept.

There is an altar in front of the freezer, just enough to block the woman's view.

Zhao Qingting's body was lying quietly in the ice coffin, and flowers and elegiac couplets were placed around the coffin, these things were meaningless, what would be the use of these things after people died.

They are all for the living to see.

I bent down, gently opened the ice coffin, looked carefully at Zhao Qingting's body, and then helped him turn over.

The scene outside just now made me have a little doubt about the cause of his death, because usually such a heaven-defying plot appears in the movie, so the death of this old man will definitely be problematic.

But the results of the inspection let me down.

Because Zhao Qingting didn't look like he was killed by someone, because he was very weak and had cancer.

After I checked it out, I was sure he died from his injuries, not murder.

Having confirmed this, I rearranged his body and looked up at the building in front of me.

This is a three-story villa, built in a very grand style.

I decided to go there to have a look, because the feeling that made me feel very uncomfortable came from this building.

I walked out of the mourning hall, then came to the door of the building, and then stopped.

Because I found that there are actually two cameras at the door. If you want to go in, you will definitely be photographed.

Although it is not difficult for me to destroy the two cameras, after thinking about it, I bypassed the door, came to the back of the building, and chose to climb the wall directly.

Anyway, climbing the wall is a breeze for me, so there is no need to waste time destroying those two cameras.

I easily climbed up the wall with my fingernails, and then went straight to the roof.

There is a balcony on the top of the building, and then there is a room, which occupies about one-third of the roof area.

I walked to the door of the room and opened the door easily.

There are various singing props in the room. Some of those props are old and look very dilapidated.

And some are new and have never been used.

There are many photos hanging on the walls of the room. Those photos are all photos of Zhao Qingting's various performances, from when he was young to when he was old.

I walked around the room and found nothing unusual, then walked out.

At this time, Zhao Wencheng's voice came from a room next to him. He seemed to be on the phone, and his tone was a little excited, as if he was arguing with someone.

It's just that I just ended the call when I got close to him, so I didn't hear what he said at all.

I heard footsteps in the room and quickly hid aside.

At this time, the door opened, and Zhao Wencheng walked out from inside.

I looked at his back and thought for a while, but instead of following, I opened the door of his room and walked in directly.

This is a study room, the decoration is very luxurious, the floor is covered with soft carpets, as soon as I step on it, I know that this thing is very valuable.

The surrounding walls were covered with various calligraphy and paintings. I walked around and found that these calligraphy and paintings were not fakes, they were all real.

And it's not only from modern masters, but there are also several authentic works of ancient people. If this thing is put up for auction, the price will be sky-high!
"Damn it, it's so profitable to sing opera!"

Looking at the luxuriously decorated study room, I couldn't help cursing my mother, every place in this room seemed to be filled with the stench of money.

I checked the inside of the room carefully, and found nothing other than that the owner was very rich.

I backed out, then closed the door, walked to the stairway, and heard a burst of low shouting from below.

It sounds like you're practicing your voice.

I went down the stairs and walked to the first floor, and saw four young people in the living room, practicing their posture by hanging their voices.

The art of Peking Opera is to be practiced continuously. If a person dies, he will be useless, so I am not surprised.

Among these people, I did not see that Zhao Wencheng.

His father is a famous actor in Jishui, and Zhao Wencheng also said that he is a member of the Jishui Music Association, so he should be an expert as well.

It's just that I don't think that guy looks like a person who concentrates on singing.

At this time, a person walked in the door, it was the woman who I almost thought was Zhao Qingting's granddaughter.

Seeing her coming in, the young men in the room stopped and called out to Mrs. Shi respectfully.

The woman's face was mournful, and her face and eyes were red from crying.

Seeing the woman's appearance, I couldn't help but sneer. If this woman were to act, she would definitely be a queen.

The figure of Zhao Wencheng disappeared from the living room, which made me feel a little strange. I don't know where that guy went. I watched him go downstairs just now.

At first I thought he was going to find a woman for a tryst, but now that the woman is back, Zhao Wencheng didn't go to find her.

Could it be that he went out?
I don't know why, ever since I saw that scene in the mourning hall, I have a faint bad feeling towards this Zhao Wencheng in my heart.

I took out my phone and dialed Xu Yang's number.

"Did that Zhao Wencheng go out?" I asked Xu Yang on the phone directly.

"No, I have been staying at the door, and no one came out." Xu Yang said.

"Do you want me to go in and help?" Xu Yang asked carefully.

I smiled and said no, if I can't handle it here, then it's useless for Xu Yang to come in.

Zhao Wencheng didn't go out, so where did he go?

When I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but be full of doubts.

"what!"

At this moment, a sudden scream came from the roof.

Everyone who heard the sound rushed towards the top immediately.

I jumped out of the window in a flash, and then climbed towards it.

(End of this chapter)