I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 275 Mourning and Remembrance

Why did Lin Zhenhe refuse to investigate the cause of his son's death?Even refused to do a DNA test?

Wang Yuchuan was full of doubts in his heart. He stared at Lin Zhenhe's side face with a thoughtful look on his mind.

Lin Zhenhe left, and when he left, he took Lin Xiao's body with him.

Later Wang Yuchuan found out that Lin Zhenhe hurriedly cremated his son's body that afternoon.

He simply held a funeral for Lin Xiao. Not only did he not inform Lin Shouye, he even did not inform Lin Xiao's biological mother, Xu Jing.

Lin Xiao was buried in their Lin family's family cemetery, and Lin Zhenhe asked Hu Tianming to push him to Lin Xiao's cemetery to stay for a while from time to time.

Another day passed, and an old man who was about the same age as Lin Zhenhe, with a gentle temperament, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and gray hair appeared in front of Lin Xiao's tomb.

He was holding a bouquet of magnolias in his hand, which was Lin Xiao's favorite flower during his lifetime.

"I didn't expect that the three of us would meet again one day." Lin Zhenhe said with emotion.

Hu Tianming stood behind him, holding the handle of the wheelchair, with a straight face, not saying a word.

"I've been busy with the concert these days, and I haven't taken time out. I'm sorry that I didn't come back to see you when you woke up."

The person who came was Liu Changzhi, the most handsome Liu Changzhi.

Liu Changzhi bent down, and gently placed the bouquet of white magnolias in his hand in front of Lin Xiao's tomb: "I still remember that this kid peed on my head when I was a child. I haven't settled the debt with him yet, but he just left like that."

As he said that, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's really good luck."

"How are your two sons doing now?" Lin Zhenhe asked.

"The eldest son is a professor at the Beijing Normal University, and the second son is away from home all day. I don't know what he is busy with." Liu Changzhi smiled helplessly: "Why do you care so much? Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. These two boys don't come Please be my father, I will burn incense."

"I'm really sorry." Lin Zhenhe said suddenly.

Liu Changzhi looked at him suspiciously: "Are you apologizing to me?"

"I've heard it all, my son took you from the Shenhe Group..."

"Don't say that, I did it voluntarily." Liu Changzhi looked at the photo of Lin Xiao on the tombstone, and a feeling of powerlessness seeped into his bone marrow: "I foresee that one day, sooner or later, your two sons will I voluntarily withdrew after fighting to the death.”

"I worked for you for the first half of my life. You can't let me work for your son in the second half of my life, right? I'm getting old too. I feel good doing something that I wanted to do when I was still alive but didn't succeed."

"When are you leaving?" Lin Zhenhe asked again.

"I bought a plane ticket after eleven o'clock tonight. I sneaked back. I have a tour in Xi'an tomorrow."

"Won't you stay longer?"

"No." Liu Changzhi grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it on Lin Xiao's cemetery: "Little nephew, if you miss you Uncle Liu, just dream about it, and if you have time, come and listen to my concert. Cool, there are a lot of little fans behind you."

After finishing speaking, Liu Changzhi stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked down the mountain alone.

In the mist, Lin Zhenhe took a last look at the tombstone. In the photo engraved on the tombstone, Lin Xiao smiled happily, with a childish look on his face.

There was a trace of melancholy in Lin Zhenhe's eyes, and his heart ached when he thought that he would never have the chance to see his youngest son grow up again.

"Let's go too." Lin Zhenhe sighed sadly.

Hu Tianming nodded, and the two went down the mountain together.

The sky was gray, on the tombstone, Lin Xiao looked at the backs of the two of them going away, and smiled heartlessly.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Yuchuan still didn't dare to tell Xu Jing the unfortunate news. He was afraid that Xu Jing would not be able to bear the blow. What's more, he was still not sure that Lin Xiao was really dead.

However, he told Lin Shouye the news.

Lin Shouye's first reaction was the same as Wang Yuchuan's: he didn't believe that Lin Xiao was dead.

Firstly, it was because Lin Xiao's death was too sudden, and secondly, because of his suspicious nature, he always felt that Lin Xiao was still alive, and the reason why he wanted to direct this feigned death must be some kind of conspiracy behind it.

Wang Yuchuan has no time to deal with Lin Shouye's delusion of being killed right now. After informing Lin Shouye of the news, he left here immediately.

Recently, he put most of his energy on Hu Tianming. Hu Tianming went up the mountain every two or three days. He built a house on that mountain. After going up the mountain, he stayed in that house and never came out. Stay for one afternoon.

There was no mobile phone signal on that mountain. Wang Yuchuan sneaked into his house to observe him. He didn't do anything else that afternoon, just sat on the balcony in a daze.

Probably all rich people have such and such eccentricities. Wang Yuchuan has been following him for a long time, but he hopes that he can get along with some suspicious people.

touch.That way he can have something to do.

In fact, Hu Tianming led such a boring life like an ascetic monk, which is slowly dispelling Wang Yuchuan's doubts.

What's more, he has a very close relationship with Lin Zhenhe. He often pushes Lin Zhenhe's wheelchair up the mountain to visit Lin Xiao's grave.

Based on comprehensive judgment, it is unlikely that Hu Tianming is the mastermind behind the scenes.

On this day, Wang Yuchuan took out the list again, and looked at it over and over again.

, Looking at it, the three words Liu Changzhi came into his mind.

Could it be him?

As soon as this thought came to Wang Yuchuan's mind, he dismissed it by himself.Liu Changzhi is now flourishing in the music circle, enjoying himself like a fairy every day.

How could he be the one behind the scenes?
Lacking the support of intelligence and his intuition, Wang Yucheng didn't know what to choose. After repeated toss and turns, he decided to follow the old path and start with Hu Tianming.

At the same time, a girl stood in front of Lin Xiao's tomb holding a large bouquet of roses.

She couldn't hold it back, tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.

Wu Meiyi squatted down and placed the large bouquet of roses in front of Lin Xiao's tomb. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her hand and stroked Lin Xiao's tombstone as if she was stroking Lin Xiao's skin.

"It's so pitiful, my good brother didn't even leave a name in this world." Wu Meiyi's voice trembled involuntarily when she said this: "His name is not Lin Xiao, but Wu Yong, he is my Wu Yong."

"That afternoon in the prison, I took advantage of the chaos and threw a fake death pill into his mouth. The fake death pill had a special drug coating on its surface, and it took two hours to soak in saliva before the drug coat broke. The pill The fake death pill will take effect."

Standing beside her, Uncle Liu quietly recounted what happened that day: "After taking that fake death pill, people will be suspended animation for more than five hours. Our plan was very good and the progress was smooth, but that night, we will When your brother stole from the morgue, he found that your brother had been shot in the heart."

(End of this chapter)