Chapter 2003: The soul is broken in the river, the coffin is buried in the mouth of Jiulong (5)

When I discovered this situation, I was a little confused, and my breathing became rapid, and I said with a tremolo: "It's not him!"

"Who?" Joyce asked.

I glanced at her, then looked down at the deceased, "Old Mrs. Yuan's man."

I said this because I suddenly remembered what Old Mrs. Yuan said about mortality.

In the words of Mrs. Yuan, her man's body was stopped at home for three years.

Now looking at the corpse on the ground, I immediately felt that the owner of the corpse was probably the old lady Yuan’s man.

But, if that's the case.

Then the question is.

Who would be the body under the body of Old Mrs. Yuan?

Without any hesitation, I quickly asked Zhuge Qingming to call the coffin carryr in Yuanjia Village.

I glanced at the corpse on the ground, glanced at everyone present, and whispered: "This corpse is very likely from Old Lady Yuan's man."

She pondered for a while and whispered: "Cremel it!"

I thought about it for a while, took out my cell phone, and looked out the phone number of Director Zhuo Fan. I heard Yuan Zhenghua say that Director Zhuo Fan's father seemed to be sworn brothers with Old Lady Yuan, and Old Lady Yuan was quite good at Director Zhuo Fan during his lifetime.

"I agree, too." Zhuge Qingming echoed.

I thought for a while and shook my head and said, "I don't know. I asked there just now. The coffin has been sealed, so it's hard to open it again."

I turned my head and looked at her.

"What's the problem?" I frowned.

She frowned slightly and said softly: "I can't tell why, but I feel this way in my heart."

Just as I hung up the phone, Zhuge Qingming came over and asked me, "Parent Lord, have you discovered something?"

"Parent Lord, the corpse has begun to rot. Because it is a corpse, a large amount of blood is accumulated in the body. If it is buried, the blood in the corpse will penetrate into the soil through the coffin. If it is not careful, it will affect the surrounding environment. More importantly, the corpse will not only accumulate a large amount of blood in the body, but also a large amount of resentment in the heart of the deceased. I... I am worried that the deceased's coffin will not be easy to carry." Zhuge Qingming sat down next to me and whispered.

"No!" A dull voice came from the other end of the phone.

I said again: "Have you sealed the coffin?"

After taking the photo, I glanced at it and found that it was a black and white photo. Old Mrs. Yuan and an old man leaned against each other, and the old man looked eighty-point like the corpse on the ground.

Could it be that she is all messing with this?

But, that's not right, what's the benefit of this to her!

Joyce said: "Master Jiu, just imagine that if the deceased really wanted to go back to his hometown, or if Yuan Zhenghua really wanted to bury his body in his hometown, when you sent the body back to the countryside, his body should have been sent back together."

I glanced at him, looked at Joyce again, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "You two have agreed on?"

"The Palace Master, the deceased on the ground should be Mrs. Yuan's man." As he spoke, he handed the photo in his hand to me.

I looked up at her. No wonder she raised this matter and turned to cremation for a long time. No wonder Zhuge Qingming and Han Qiu would also come forward to agree.

After hearing what she said, I thought about it carefully and seemed to be quite right, so I asked her: "What do you think should I do?"

The coffin was sealed?

I muttered a word, and didn't ask any further. I said thank you to the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone.

"Huh!" I took a deep breath. It seemed that the corpse was indeed Mrs. Yuan's man.

"Master Ninth!" Joyce called me.

Furthermore, the reason why I came to Guangzhou was entirely because Gao Lao wanted to come to Guangzhou to find Lin Fan.

"Master Ninth!" Joyce called me again, "Why don't we send the body to the crematorium now?"

She said: "I feel... the deceased doesn't seem to want to go back to his hometown."

She did not answer my question directly, but looked at Zhuge Qingming, and Zhuge Qingming said, "Public Master, this is the case. Haven't you been tinkering with a cultural communication company recently? We encountered a problem. I raised this problem with the Palace Master's wife."

"Why?" I asked hurriedly.

"I agree with the words of the palace master's wife." Han Qiu came over and whispered.

In the whole thing, she was the only one who kept it safe.

He hesitated for a moment and stammered: "What's wrong with the coffin that just sealed? Is there something wrong?"

At this moment, I asked the reason.

I understand her meaning. Maybe she is forcing me to express her opinion now, or maybe she is afraid that I will miss the opportunity after thinking for too long?

But what I can't understand is, what is the timing of her talking about?

I glanced at her and asked her, "When is the time?"

I wanted to ask him to come and tinker with the body.

Zhuge Qingming took out his cell phone and dialed a series of data, and a beeping sound came.

I took the phone call, and was not polite, and immediately asked, "Has Mrs. Yuan's body been buried?"

Um?

Cremation?

Seeing that I didn't speak, Joyce said softly: "Master Jiu, you must know how to accept it."

Immediately afterwards, the phone was connected, and Zhuge Qingming handed the phone to me.

"Ah!" Zhuge Qingming exclaimed, "Who is under the body of Old Mrs. Yuan?"

After saying that, I felt very bitter in my heart. I always felt that the whole thing seemed to have ended with Yuan Qingtian's death, but there were still many mysteries that had not been solved. More importantly, I watched them move the golden coffin into the truck.

The main reason is that I don’t have much time to stay here.

I don't understand what the three of them meant, why they had such a thought.

And when he was in that village, Bai Zhe told me to be careful of Lin Fan.

For a moment, I felt that one was a big head and two were big, so I squatted beside the corpse and looked at it for a while, and then began to churn the relics of Mrs. Yuan in the house.

Zhuge Qingming was stunned and didn't say anything. Joyce walked towards me and whispered: "Master Jiu, this is the time. I really don't want you to miss this opportunity. Once you miss it, I...I think it's the loss of the entire coffin-carrying profession."

Why did the body of Old Lady Yuan’s man appear here?

Also, when I left, I didn’t see the body. Has anyone been to this house during this period?

In an instant, I immediately thought of someone, Lin Fan.

After about half an hour, Zhuge Qingming walked towards me with a photo.

I smiled bitterly, and didn't say anything. Instead, I found a clean white cloth to cover the dead, and then found a clean place to sit down.

I muttered, but didn't speak.

Instead of speaking, he glanced at Joyce, meaning that he would say it.

Joyce's face was terrified.

Just like that, the whole room was as quiet as a cicada and no one spoke.

After a full minute, Joyce walked towards me in a slight manner.
Chapter completed!