Ye Hao smiled lightly, casually took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to the security guard at the door.
"The woman here is your boss lady, right?"
"I heard that she lost her husband in middle age, leaving only one son to raise by her side."
"It's a pity that Adou cannot afford to support her son, so the wealth her husband left behind has been completely ruined."
"Now, this woman is dead."
"Her precious son should be crying in mourning inside, right?"
"Why don't you ask your little master."
"Do you want to know the truth about his mother's death?"
"If you want, just let me in."
"I can say that I am the only person in this world who can possibly return the truth to him."
The security guard looked strange. After holding the photo for a moment, he turned around quickly.
...
Five minutes later, Ye Hao entered the furniture store.
All the shops in this furniture mall are closed at the moment, and the lights in the corridors are not turned on. Only the dim fire emergency lights flicker occasionally.
In the corner of the furniture mall, there were occasionally a few lazy-looking security guards squatting on the ground smoking. When they saw Ye Hao, their eyes had a somewhat gloomy look.
Ye Hao didn't have the slightest interest in these security guards, but went straight to a hollow hall at the top of the only furniture store.
At this moment, the hall, which used to be the busiest with people, now has an extremely depressing atmosphere.
There are lanterns and colorful decorations all around. Although they are all white lanterns and black cloth, no matter how you look at it, it feels a bit nondescript.
In the middle, there was a coffin made of golden nanmu, and there was air-conditioning blowing around it.
Plus dim candlelight and enough air conditioning.
This place looks very spooky, like a ghost land.
The strangest thing in this place is a man wearing a white shirt, sitting on the ground.
His face was a bit sickly pale, and his body was very weak. It was obvious that he had been injured by drinking and sex for a long time.
There was not much sadness on his face, but an unspeakable despair and viciousness.
It's like a dying person whose last glimmer of hope has been cut off.
Such people are often paranoid and crazy.
This son is the young master of this furniture mall, the only son of the middle-aged lady who died in the police station, Qian Yixu.
At this moment, Qian Yixu seemed to hear footsteps. He raised his head and squinted at Ye Hao in front of him. There was something flowing in his empty eyes.
Ye Hao looked at the photo of the deceased and the incense burner in front of him with a calm expression. He stood and put on a bunch of incense. After politely taking out two hundred yuan and handing it to the director, his eyes fell on Qian Yixu and said calmly:
"Qian Yixu, Mr. Qian, right?"
"Dead people cannot be resurrected, and living people should be strong. Please forgive me and accept the change."
"I am sorry for your loss?"
Qian Yixu looked at Ye Hao and suddenly grinned, with a hint of madness in his smile.
"You are Ye Hao, right?"
"My mother's death has something to do with you, right?"
"Now that my mother is dead, I plan to give her a glorious funeral."
"As a result, you just ran to the door in a hurry!"
"This is so pitiful!"
"I don't even need to prepare tributes!"
"Boys, raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while!"
"Chop him into pieces and throw his head on top! Worship my mother!"