"Tang Xue?" Lu Fan was stunned, obviously not having any impression of this name.
Tang Guohua was also stunned.
Immediately, Shen Lu's eyes widened, she stood up and said, "Is this the daughter of Tang Guoyou, the woman who came to our house with the old woman last night?"
The group of people who came with Yan Po last night, in addition to the thugs from the Angel Hall, there were also two female family members of the Tang family, one of whom was Tang Xue.
At the door, it was Tang Xue who identified Shen Lu and Tang Guohua and kicked Shen Lu in the stomach with high heels, so Shen Lu had a very deep impression on her.
"But Lu Fan didn't touch her yesterday. How could she die?" Shen Lu said with a shocked look on her face. She hated her, but after all, it was a matter of death. It still had a great impact on an ordinary housewife like her. .
Tang Guohua was sitting on the sofa and couldn't even speak. Tang Guoyou was his biological brother, and Tang Xue was his biological niece. His biological niece died suddenly. For Tang Guohua, whose mental state was not very good recently, , which is a big blow.
"When did it happen?" Lu Fan asked.
"It was said that the person was wrong when he came back last night, and then this morning he was still coughing up blood, and he died before he could even be sent to the hospital."
Tang Huanxi's face turned pale and he said, "Besides, the third master called and told us to go there now. They are already rushing to the funeral parlor, leaving only our home."
Half past seven in the evening.
Lu Fan followed Tang Guohua and his family to the Xijiao Funeral Home.
This is the largest funeral center in Nandu and is also equipped with a forensic autopsy room.
When Lu Fan and Tang Huanxi rushed to the gate of the funeral home, they found that many police cars had been parked in front of the building.
The funeral parlor, which was supposed to be the quietest, was now noisy, with many people walking back and forth.
Obviously it was all about Tang Xue's death.
Lu Fan and the others were led to the morgue and found that the corridor alone was packed with people.
Not only did most of the Tang family members arrive, but even Tang Youcheng and Tang Xian of Mrs. Tang's generation arrived.
Tang Youcheng held his crutches and looked at Tang Xue's cold body lying on the bed, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water.
"It's too late. The old man passed away a few years ago, and his sister-in-law followed him. Now he is a junior again. What kind of immoral things did our Tang family do in our previous lives to encounter such a misfortune?"
Tang Youcheng banged his crutch on the ground hard, his eyes were red and his voice was trembling slightly.
Since the death of the old lady of the Tang family, although he is currently the oldest in the Tang family, he is the one with the least real power. He can't control anything on weekdays, but he just experienced the death of the old lady, and now he is watching a junior. His corpse was lying here, naturally filled with grief and anger.
Tang Guoyou and his wife Yang Qiao were sitting on chairs looking at their daughter's body with empty eyes. They could no longer cry and their tears had dried up. If Tang Youcheng and Tang Xian, two seniors of the Tang family, hadn't stopped them, they would have I would have crashed here and wanted to follow my daughter.
"They're coming! They're coming!"
Someone shouted outside the door, and everyone in the morgue stood up and looked at the four members of Tang Guohua's family who walked in with bitter eyes.