Chapter 70 That's His Private Cemetery

Chapter 70 That's His Private Cemetery

Two days later, Saturday.

At five o'clock in the morning, in the dark bedroom, the alarm clock rang hurriedly.

Li Qiao reached out her thin white arm to turn off the alarm clock, and then opened her red eyes.

Outside the window, the rain was murmuring, and the foggy sky enveloped the city in dampness.

At 5:20, Li Qiao was fully dressed, and before her family members got up, she stepped into the rain with an umbrella.

At this time, at the intersection of the second red street light on Huanan Road, an old-fashioned Santana had already parked on the muddy street and waited.

In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao appeared in the rearview mirror.

She came in a strict black dress and black trousers with an umbrella, opened the co-pilot's door, folded the umbrella and got into the car, and nodded to Mo Qi.

On the back seat, Zhong Jiugong half-closed his eyes, opened his eyelids when he heard the movement, looked, and said, "Let's go, go directly."

Today, Nanyangshan Funeral Home held a special encoffining ceremony.

It takes about an hour to drive from the wealthy area on Huanan Road to Nanyang Mountain.

The road surface was slippery in rainy days, so Mo Qi drove at a steady speed, neither fast nor slow.

As the co-pilot, Li Qiao leaned on the door frame with her elbows, her fingertips resting on her lips, her brows and eyes showed a silence and coldness that didn't match her age.

Mo Qi sneaked a glance at her occasionally, feeling very uncomfortable.

Every time before the encoffining work, Junior Sister Li always suppressed her emotions like this, but refused to say anything.

...

About an hour and a half later, the Santana car arrived near Nanyang Mountain.

Nanyang Mountain, which is located in the outer ring of the city, is more green and quiet under the baptism of rainwater. A winding path in the forest, turning left halfway is the Nanyang Mountain Funeral Management Center.

The car stopped, and Li Qiao and the others put on black masks as usual.

When the three got out of the car, staff from the management center came to greet them.

The sky was gloomy, Li Qiao and Mo Qi followed Zhong Jiugong into the reception room.

At this time, the employee respectfully handed a record book to Zhong Jiugong, and said, "Jiugong, this is the information of the deceased. He was twenty-three years old and died unexpectedly."

"What about the family members? Do you have any special requirements?" Zhong Jiugong flipped through the record book, his eyes calm and peaceful.

Hearing this, the employee sneered, looked mysteriously at the closed reception door behind him, subconsciously lowered his voice, "I heard that there are no family members, and they were beaten to death."

Zhong Jiugong frowned, not too surprised by the cause of death of the deceased, but tapped the table with his fingertips, "If there are no family members, who will sign the relevant procedures? You..."

"Jiu Gong, don't worry, although he has no family members, but... this man has a lot of background, the one who gave him the funeral is the master, and after the ceremony, he will be sent to the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery for burial."

The staff said in a serious tone, and when they said 'that man', they even raised their thumbs and gestured twice in the direction of Nanyang Mountain.

Zhong Jiugong understood immediately.

At this time, Mo Qi probably couldn't bear the curiosity, so he leaned in front of Zhong Jiugong and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, where is the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery? I haven't heard of it before."

Zhong Jiugong glanced at him, "Does the one who lives in Nanyang Mansion know? It's his private cemetery."

Mo Qi was stunned for three seconds, then took a deep breath, "Shang, Shang..."

He discussed it for a long time, but he still didn't dare to say the name lingering on his lips.

No wonder the Nanyang Funeral Management Center seemed much quieter than usual today. The young man who died seemed to have a lot of background.

At this time, Li Qiao, who heard their conversation, couldn't help being surprised with her eyes exposed outside the mask.

The young man who died unexpectedly belonged to Shang Yu?