After Yang Xiao confirmed that there was no dangerous formation in the house, Fatty Sun began to pull Lao Mo to find valuable clues in the old house. After Fatty Sun casually opened the large wardrobe, he just looked inside, and then spoke to Yang Xiao and Lao Mo: "Tell me, how much money can you make in a month in the morgue?"

Yang Xiao glanced at Fatty Sun and didn't say anything. Old Mo just pulled out the suitcase under the bed. After hearing Fatty Sun's boring questions, he said casually: "The county-level cities under this third-tier city are at most 1,566. With the family members of the deceased giving them some hard money, they can't get two thousand in a month."

Fatty Sun smiled and took out a cardboard box from the big wardrobe. There were piles of brand new hundred-dollar bills. Fatty Sun poured all the bills in the cardboard box onto the bed. After a rough look, there were almost 40 or 50 piles, which were 400,000 or 500,000 yuan in cash.

Fatty Sun looked at the bed of money and said, "It's 480,000 yuan. Li Qiang is fifty-one this year. Even if he sees the morgue until 71, he will not earn 480,000 yuan for another twenty years, right? He has been taking advantage of so much money and is still guarding the morgue. Isn't it, just because of the realm, you really have to study hard."

After saying that, Fatty Sun took out the phone again, and did not avoid Yang Xiao and Lao Mo. She sat in the pile of money on the bed and called out a phone call. At the same time, she took out the ID card of Li Qiang found in the changing room. After the phone was called, Fatty Sun and the person on the other end of the phone were polite, and then they got to the point: "Do your friends and check a person's bank savings. Li Qiang, from Xuanhu City, Xichuan Province, has an ID number xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A few minutes later, there was news on the other end of the phone. Fatty Sun smiled and repeated: "Oh--the bank deposit is 12,000 yuan, and the credit card is owed more than 3,000 yuan. I only paid the interest for two years. I suddenly paid it back half a month ago. It's okay, he owed a friend of mine 500,000 yuan and never paid it back. That friend asked me to help check if he had money to hide outside. Haha... But now, he really can't pay it back. It's my friend who is not lucky. I have something to do here, so I'll talk about it after meeting in two days."

After the call was called, Fatty Sun looked at Yang Xiao and Lao Mo with a smile and said, "The situation seems to be clearer now. Li Qiang, who is in the morgue, suddenly had 500,000 more than half a month ago. Then the morgue began to throw corpses. After the people from the second room came, they came to him to find out the situation. Li Qiang should have said that he had missed something and was heard by the great officials and the others. After that, the souls of the few of them were fascinated. Li Qiang was not so lucky. The wolf hanging on his heart took his life. From last night to now, except for the corpse of Sanyinming, even the living people who were Sanyinming began to disappear. Then the just happened..."

Before Fatty Sun finished speaking, he heard Lao Mo suddenly interrupt him and said, "Wait a minute, Anping's body was also stolen from the hospital morgue. Now that something happened to Li Qiang, it is hard to guarantee that the morgue administrator will not have any accidents. It is useless for the police to go to Anping. Should we go to Anping and find him before the administrator has an accident? As long as we are faster, we may know everything."

Lao Mo said as he looked at Fatty Sun, but he didn't expect Fatty Sun to say something else: "If you don't go to Anping, now that person just wants to transfer us. It's not me that since he came last night, everything that happened has driven us to Anping. I don't know what happened to Anping, but I dare to bet with you that person at least has something important in Xuanhu, or hasn't finished it yet."

Lao Mo savored the taste of Fatty Sun's words, and it seemed that he had the truth. After a pause, Lao Mo said, "Since I don't go to Anping, what are we doing now?"

Fatty Sun grinned at Lao Mo, then drew a circle in the room with his fingers and said, "Continue to search, I don't believe that there are no valuable clues here besides money."

Since I didn't go to Anping, there was only Li Qiang's clue. While Lao Mo opened the suitcase and flipping around inside, Yang Xiao walked to Fatty Sun and said slowly: "Are you a little risky to bet on Xuan Hu?"

After hearing Yang Xiao's words, Fatty Sun turned to smile at him and said, "I have never lost..."

When he finished speaking, Lao Mo had already given up the suitcase and was about to change to another place to continue checking, his eyes accidentally looked at the bed of banknotes, which made Lao Mo stunned. Then he narrowed his eyes and picked up a stack of banknotes on the bed, and then found a piece of paper stacked in the banknotes. The piece of paper had begun to turn yellow. Lao Mo carefully unfolded the piece of paper, looking like a piece of letter paper.

He saw him holding the yellowed letter paper in his hand and shouting to Fatty Sun: "Come here and see, what is this?"

"Old Mo, your eyes are good, you can find it so hidden that you can find it." Fatty Sun walked over and took the letter paper, glanced at the words he wrote that he didn't recognize. He didn't even think about it at the moment, and handed the letter paper to Yang Xiao: "Old Yang, come, you can translate it."

Looking at Fatty Sun's natural face, Yang Xiao smiled bitterly and turned his eyes to the letter paper that Fatty Sun gave him. At first, Yang Xiao began to look at the text on the letter paper with a calm expression, but the more he saw the lower part, the more his brows frowned. When he saw the last one, Yang Xiao's brows became a bump.

Fatty Sun looked at the expression on Yang Xiao's face, and the more he looked, the less he felt. Unable to wait for him to finish reading, Deputy Chief Sun said: "Old Yang, what are you saying above? You gave me so many words, are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

When Fatty Sun finished speaking, Yang Xiao also read the contents of the letter. After taking a deep breath, he said, "This letter was not written to Li Qiang, it should have been stolen by him. This is a letter called Liu Buzhen to another person, saying that he found a way to prolong his life. He had already verified it on himself and found nothing inappropriate."

Speaking of this, Yang Xiao paused for a moment, returned the letter to Fatty Sun, turned his head to look at the location of the hospital behind the curtains, and finally turned his attention to Fatty Sun, and said, "I advise you, it's best to pull Director Wu in now. If he can come, he will buy us some insurance. Even if he can't come, he will at least pull Yang Jun in."

Fatty Sun looked at Yang Xiao and said, "Director Wu still has to trouble this matter? Lao Yang, do you really know this Liu Bu? Can't handle him?"

"Liu Bu really has no problem," Yang Xiao suddenly sighed and said, "The person in question is the person receiving the letter. Although you have never seen the person's appearance, you have had a few dealings recently. He also has an apprentice named Robben. Have you remembered it?"

After hearing this, Fatty Sun took out his air conditioner, then immediately took out his cell phone, quickly called Wu Rendi's number and called out. The phone was connected but no one answered it. The phone number was called several times in a row and the situation was the case. Later, he called Yang Jun, but the other Yang phone was turned off directly, and I don't know what he was busy with.

In the end, Fatty Sun had no choice but to treat it as a living horse. He had no choice but to call Gao Liang. Unexpectedly, after a few sounds inside the phone, Fatty Gao's voice rang out. Fatty Sun did not expect Gao Liang's phone to be connected. He was surprised and told him about the situation here. Finally, he asked Wu Rendi or Yang Jun to come to Xuanhu City. If he came too late, he would be afraid that there would be any more chaos.

After hearing this, Gao Liang was silent for a while, he also said something that scared Fatty Sun. Gao Liang is not in the polling bureau now, and Wu Rendi needs to be in charge of the polling bureau and cannot leave easily. Finally, he paused for a moment before continuing to say that Yang Jun could not go there. It was Yang Xiao who left early, otherwise he could even stop Yang Xiao and ask Fatty Sun to take someone to investigate by himself.

Fatty Sun heard unusual in Gao Liang's tone and asked: "What's wrong with the game now?"

Besides, Gao Liang's tone was a little low. After he hesitating for a while, he said, "Shen La's hospital has an accident. Don't worry, Shen La is fine. If you come back, you will talk about the specific matters. I have already asked Yang Jun to stay in the hospital. From now on, Yang Jun will always stay in the hospital. If you have any problems or not, you can't contact him. Also, you can solve your own problems. I will not add more personnel to you. Also, if the people in the second and fifth rooms wake up, let them come back immediately."

Fatty Sun's eyes were almost glaring out of his eyes. After Gao Liang finished speaking, he paused for a moment, straightened his mind, and said to Gao Liang on the phone: "Courseman, otherwise you can find someone to change me back, I'll go to the hospital to watch Lazi, you send Yang Jun over, and both Yangs are here, and the chances of winning are still high..."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Liang hung up the phone. The meaning was obvious. You can deal with Xuan Hu's affairs before you come back.

Fatty Sun was stunned when he looked at the phone, and then sat on Li Qiang's bed with some weakness. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, stared at the bill for a while, and then began to fold the bills left and right. Then he saw his two fat hands folding back and forth. Not long after, a small paper plane appeared in Fat Sun's hands.
Chapter completed!