Chapter 70

Two days later, Saturday.

At five o'clock in the morning, in the dark bedroom, the alarm clock rings quickly.

Li Qiao reaches out to wash the white arm, turns off the alarm clock, and then opens the red eyes.

Outside the window, the rain murmured, and the misty sky covered the city with humidity.

At 5:20, Li Qiao dressed up, while the family did not get up, holding an umbrella into the rain.

At this time, at the intersection of the second red light on South China Road, an old Santana had already stopped in the muddy street waiting.

Less than ten minutes later, Li Qiao appeared in the rearview mirror.

She came in a serious black suit and trousers with an umbrella, opened the co pilot's door, took the umbrella, bowed to the car, and nodded to Mozi.

On the back seat, Zhong Jiugong half closed his eyes, opened his eyes when he heard the news, and said, "let's go straight over."

Today, there is a special funeral ceremony at Nanyang Mountain funeral home.

It's about an hour's drive from the rich area of South China road to Nanyang Mountain.

The road is wet and slippery on rainy days, so Mozi's driving speed is not fast or slow, very stable.

The co pilot, Li Qiao, with her elbows on the doorframe and her fingertips on her lips, showed a silence and coldness that didn't fit her age.

Mozi glanced at her once in a while, which was very unpleasant.

On the eve of every funeral, younger martial Sister Li always suppresses her emotions, but refuses to say anything.

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About an hour and a half later, the Santana arrived near Nanyang Mountain.

Nanyang Mountain, located in the outer ring of the city, is more and more green and quiet under the baptism of rain. A winding path in the forest, turning left halfway, is Nanyang Mountain funeral management center.

When the car stopped, Li Qiao and others wore black masks as usual.

When the three got off the bus, the staff of the management center came to greet them.

The sky is gloomy. Li Qiao and Mo Qi follow Zhong Jiugong and walk into the reception room.

At this time, the employee respectfully handed a record book to Zhong Jiugong, and said: "Jiugong, this is the information of the deceased, 23 years old, is Accidental death. "

"And the family? What are the special requirements? " Zhong Jiugong turned over the record book, his eyes were quiet and safe.

Hearing this, the employee sneered, pretended to look at the closed reception door behind him mysteriously, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "I heard that there was no family member, but he was killed alive."

Zhong Jiugong frowned. He was not surprised at the cause of death. Instead, he tapped on the desk with his fingertips. "If there is no family member, who will sign the relevant procedures? You... "

"Jiugong, don't worry. Although there is no family, but It's the man who gave him the funeral. After the ceremony, he was sent to Nanyang Mountain Cemetery for burial. "

When the staff said "that master", they gave two thumbs to the direction of Nanyang Mountain.

Is there a cemetery on Nanyang Mountain?

Maybe he couldn't bear to be curious. At this time, Moqi gathered in front of Zhong Jiugong and asked in a low voice, "teacher, where is Nanyang mausoleum garden? I haven't heard of it before. "

Zhong Jiugong looked at him. "The one who lives in Nanyang mansion knows? Nanyang Mountain Cemetery is his private cemetery. "

Mo Qi was stunned for three seconds. He took a breath of air-conditioning in a trance, "Shang, Shang..."

He talked for a long time, but still did not dare to say the name hovering in the mouth.

No wonder today's Nanyang funeral management center looks much quieter than usual. It seems that the dead young man really has a good beginning.

At this time, Li Qiao, who heard their conversation, could not help but be surprised by her eyes exposed outside her mask.

Is the young man who died accidentally Shangyu?

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