Wen Changan was still in a state of confusion. It was not until the housekeeper let out a piercing scream that he barely came back to his senses.
It's just that his mind is still not very clear.
He only remembered that his grandfather didn't answer the door when he knocked on the door. He really couldn't wait patiently, so he pushed the study door open.
As for what happened next.
He was about to think about it when suddenly, his brain felt like a needle pricking pain.
What happened next?
Why doesn't he remember anything?
After blinking, he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.
The grandfather who loved him so much was lying in a pool of blood.
He was stunned for a second and then said "Oh!" in his heart!
If the old man dies, then the Wen family will be his own!
But after all, he is his grandfather, so he still has to pretend.
At this moment, he saw the vase he was holding tightly in his hand and the porcelain pieces on the floor, one of which happened to be stuck on the old man's head.
Hey Hey hey!
No, it’s not!
Could it be that the old man killed himself?
No, impossible!
This thought made Wen Changan take a half step back in shock, and at the same time threw away the half of the vase he was holding tightly.
The vase fell to the wooden floor with a dull sound.
He turned to look at Wen Sheng, his face pale:
"Dad, I, I didn't kill anyone!
I didn’t kill grandpa!”
His explanation was pale and weak.
If it were in the past, Wen Sheng would have patted him on the shoulder in a comforting manner and said, "It's okay, I'm here, I'll handle it."
But not today.
Today Wen Sheng just stood not far away, looking at him with complicated and disappointed eyes.
He, he also thinks that he killed grandpa?
Just as he was about to explain to Wen Sheng, Wen Sheng was already walking towards the old man on the ground.
Wen Sheng first squatted in front of the old man and tried the old man's breathing.
After pretending to be sure that the old man had died, he raised his hand to help close the old man's staring eyes.
When he closed his eyes for the first time, the old man refused to close his eyes and did not close them.
Wen Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his tone was choked:
"Dad, are you unwilling?"
While speaking, he closed it again, but this time it still didn't close.
Tears flowed from his eyes, and he turned to look at Wen Changan angrily:
"Look at the good things you did!!"
After scolding Wen Changan, he openly used his spiritual power to help the old man close his eyes:
"Dad, just go in peace.
Don't worry, I will definitely help you punish the murderer."
The old housekeeper standing aside always felt that this scene was a bit inconsistent.
But he couldn't tell where the violation was.
At this time, the Wen family servants also heard the sound and came over.
They gathered at the door and looked inside curiously. When they saw the miserable death of the old man, they all averted their eyes.
While looking at the old man's body, they inevitably saw Wen Sheng sitting on the ground with a sad and angry face.
There are only a few people in the family.
Looking at Wen Changan's reaction, everyone figured out the whole thing almost instantly.
For a moment, everyone looked at Wen Changan with complicated eyes.
Some are disbelieving, some are contemptuous, and some are condemning.
They didn't speak, but they seemed to be pointing at Wen Changan's nose and scolding him as a white-eyed wolf, a cold-blooded and ruthless monster!
Wen Changan has been praised by others all his life, but this was the first time he was looked at like this, and his hair instantly exploded:
"It all depends on what I do!
I didn’t kill the person, you are sick!”
The servants at home were frightened by his angry tone and took two steps back. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look, but they were even more certain in their hearts that Wen Changan did it.
If he hadn't done it, why was he so angry...
Besides, he just kicked Sheng Hanyu out a few hours ago.
If you could do something like that to your own mother, it's not surprising that you killed your own grandfather.
Wen Changan looked at the group of servants who said nothing but were already convinced that they were the murderers. He wanted to tear these useless trash apart.
However, the matter has not yet come to light. If we really want to beat them to death, that would be really unreasonable.
He turned his attention to Wen Changan, hoping that Wen Changan could help him explain.
How could he kill grandpa!
He didn't have a reason to kill grandpa, didn't he?
However, Wen Sheng did not protect him as before. He looked at Wen Changan with eyes full of heartache:
"On weekdays, you just do evil things.
But how could you do something to your loved ones!
Chang'an, he is your grandfather!
He's your biological grandfather!
Is he usually not nice enough to you?
Why... why would you do such a thing?!"
he asked hoarsely.
In just a few words, he had already pinned the murderer's hat on the other party's head.
Facing Wen Sheng's questioning, it took Wen Changan a while to come to his senses.
He roughly brushed his hair and his tone became even more violent:
"I said I didn't kill the person!
Me, as soon as I came..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Sheng interrupted him sharply:
"what do you mean!
Could it be that I killed dad?
You killed your grandfather and you want to blame all this on me.
Okay, Wen Changan, you are really good!
In this case, let’s call the police and ask the people from the Demon Management Bureau to handle it.”
Wen Changan blinked, and his mind finally began to spin slowly.
Demon Management Bureau?
Wen Sheng is talking about...the Demon Management Bureau?
No, something's wrong.
The Demon Management Bureau is in the hands of Wen Yan.
Wen Yan has been searching for evidence of his crime.
If the Demon Management Bureau receives a call at this time...
You can imagine what results you will face.
He is driving himself to death!!
Also, if it were before, Wen Sheng would definitely believe in himself. Even if he didn't believe in himself, he would not make the matter a big deal...
It was Wen Sheng who asked him to come to this room...
And when he came in, he didn't even remember what happened.
Wen Sheng put a curse on himself!
He raised his head suddenly and stared at Wen Sheng:
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
He almost gritted his teeth and said
Facing his son's questioning, Wen Sheng showed no guilt at all:
"What nonsense are you talking about!
Wen Changan, you are indeed crazy!"
He couldn't help but snort in his heart.
If you want to blame, blame him for blocking his own way.
Stealing what belongs to you.
But he really wanted to squander what was his own.
In this case, he could only get rid of this annoying son.
It just so happened that he could still blame Wen Changan for Yang Shu's death and take the opportunity to repair the relationship with Wen Yan...
If a good-for-nothing son is replaced by the son of the director of the Demon Management Bureau, everyone knows which deal is more cost-effective.
He ignored Wen Changan who was pushed to the ground and ordered to the housekeeper:
"What are you still doing standing there? Go call the police!"
The housekeeper nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'll do it right away."
Before he left, he glanced at the old man lying on the ground and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
The man is dead. The current person in charge of the Wen family is Wen Sheng, and it is Wen Sheng who decides whether to continue to employ him.
He can't give up this high-paying job.
He lowered his head and left quickly. He dialed the number of the Demon Management Bureau as instructed by Wen Sheng and briefly and quickly described what happened at home.