Fang Qing next to her secretly put the dogwood picked from near the funeral home into Fu Ying'er's pocket and murmured in her ears:

"When you leave the funeral home, remember to throw it away when you pass the first intersection."

Fu Yinger nodded.

Why did Dad die?

Why are the funeral rituals so cumbersome?

Do people really have souls after death? Can they see all this? Will he know what I am thinking?

Fu Yinger thought unknowingly.

It is said that a person will experience three deaths in his life.

The first time was physical death, the heart stopped, no breathing, and the brain stopped functioning.

The second time was a funeral, which means that this person no longer exists in society.

The third time is when everyone is forgotten. All the traces left by that person on the world will be completely eliminated.

Will you forget your father?

How long will you forget him?

Has he really loved this family?

She seems to never know the answer.

"Now is a farewell ceremony for the body. Please take turns to come forward and say goodbye to the body."

The host's words woke Fu Ying'er up. She held the portrait in her arms in confusion, followed the guidance, and walked step by step towards the body wearing a shroud in the middle.

Fu Sizhe's face could no longer be restored. The upper half of his face was covered with a small piece of red cloth, only revealing his pursed mouth.

It still looks peaceful.

An irresistible sadness rolled on Fu Yinger's heart like a storm.

She staggered slightly, the strings tense in her heart broke, and she burst into tears.

Fang Qing behind her was also in tears.

That's the last side.

After leaving the mourning hall, you cannot look back.

...

Outside the funeral home, a woman stopped. She leaned against the Porsche door and lit a cigarette.

She looks less young. She is over forty years old and wears sunglasses. She has a mature charm that is unique to this age in every way.

The sound of leather shoes tapping sounded behind me.

"Do you mind borrowing a fire? Ms. Hu Meiqin."

Zhu Ansheng said with a cigarette in his mouth and smiled.

Hu Meiqin turned her head and looked at him, took out the lighter in her bag.

Zhu Ansheng lit the cigarette and asked vaguely:

"Don't you go in and take a look?"

Hu Meiqin shook her head: "After all, I'm not a relative." She looked up at the sky of the funeral home, as if there was ash smoke. "He has been cremated now."

"Yes." Zhu Ansheng put his hands in his pocket and responded with sighs.

After a pause, he smiled again:

"I didn't expect you would really come to see him from Shanghai."

Hu Meiqin let out a puff of cigarette, her eyebrows lowered, her elbows were placed beside the car, and she squirted the ashes.

"We didn't plan to come. We haven't contacted each other for more than ten years, so we can't talk about any friendship. However, half a month ago, the man named Fu suddenly contacted me and said that if he had the chance, he would like to meet me..."

Zhu Ansheng frowned slightly when he heard this.

...

Xia Liang walked out of the chick in a heavy mood and took out his cell phone.

He had confirmed that he had made a special trip to open the can of fluorine, and the smell he smelled was exactly the same as the smell emitted from Zhu Ansheng's secret room.

This means that Zhu Ansheng is actually very clear that the murderer is probably the chloroform stolen from the young light. If the surveillance video of Saturday can be obtained, everything will be revealed.

But why didn't he do this?

The phone was connected, and Xing Guangkun's voice came from the other end.

"Xia Liang, come back quickly."

Xia Liang said:

"Team Xing, I have made a new discovery here, about the chloroform used by the murderer..."

"Let's talk about it first!" Xing Guangkun sounded a little anxious.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Liang heard the sound of breathing from the other end of the phone.

"The murderer who killed Fu Sizhe..."

“…I surrendered.”

Xia Liang was stunned.

Xing Guangkun hung up the phone and turned around with a serious expression.

At the corner of the interrogation room, several policemen were escorting them in front.

What slowly appeared from the corner was a wheelchair.

A man was sitting in a wheelchair. A young man.

Long hair and pretty face...

Lips are slightly opened and eyes are unconscious.
Chapter completed!