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I felt uneasy, mainly because I was afraid that Xu Guangzong's ghost would appear and cause trouble.

When we arrived at Gongnong No. 6 Village, because it was morning rush hour, there were many people coming out of the community. It seemed very lively, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with the Xu family's affairs.

Fatty parked the car and we went to the neighborhood committee first.

Director Mao arrived early. There were deep dark circles under his eyes. It looked like he had not slept well all night.

The five of us are actually in the same situation.

"Director Mao. How is the situation?" I said hello.

Director Mao smiled bitterly, "What can we do? Alas... Xu Tie bit Xu Gang and said that Xu Gang forced his father to death for a house. Xu Gang's wife and Xu Tie's family quarreled. But Xu Gang steel……"

When Director Mao said this, he paused and his expression became confused.

"What happened to Xu Gang?" I asked.

I learned about the situation Director Mao mentioned earlier this morning. But when people from the Publicity Department inquired about the situation, it was impossible to find out the details.

Director Mao thought for a while and sighed: "I really didn't expect that. Xu Gang was really a filial son. Xu Guangzong died suddenly, and he might have been hit hard... Yesterday, he wanted to keep a vigil for Xu Guangzong, but there was a lot of noise behind him. It was so frustrating that his wife took him away."

Director Mao changed his expression to one filled with righteous indignation, "Xu Tie also said that he was pretending. What he said yesterday was really unpleasant and even outsiders couldn't listen to it. Xu Gang didn't react at all. The man looked like The soul was taken away."

My eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

It's not that I have any evil intentions, it's just that when I thought that Xu Guangzong might not stop after his death, I heard Xu Gang's abnormality, and some bad thoughts came into my mind.

"They're not here yet, are they?" the thin man asked.

Director Mao shook his head, "When I left, I didn't say anything about today's arrangements. It was noisy. Alas..."

Soon after, all the people who came to work at the neighborhood committee came and started a new round of gossiping about the Xu family.

Director Mao is an older man. He muttered a few words, "Xu Guangzong is dead." It seems that he is the type of person who firmly believes that "the dead are the most important". It is not easy to continue gossiping after Xu Guangzong's death.

There are two staff members in the neighborhood committee who are in their thirties, so there is no such taboo. The last time I saw Xu Guangzong, Xiao Yao, who interrupted to reveal Xu Guangzong's background to us, now sounded even more confident, commenting: "He just tortured himself to death. The younger son was spoiled to no end. , I spoiled him until he was forty or fifty years old, and he deserved it when his younger son was angry to death."

The thin man nodded in support of this statement and was immediately praised by this "Little Aunt Yao" as "a young man with a clear mind and sense of reason."

Guo Yujie pouted, obviously more in agreement with Director Mao's approach.

We stayed in the neighborhood committee for a long time, and when we saw Xu Gang's car after ten o'clock, we prepared to go to Xu's house to offer incense.

After all, without Xu Gang, we might be the target of Xu Tie's mad dog. This decision is a bit despicable, but no one wants to gag the dog head-on.

Thinking of Xu Gang's presence in front of us, the five of us walked to Xu's house with heavy steps.

"If you ask me, we should pretend to be dead." The thin man muttered.

"It's easy to pretend to be dead, but what happens next?" I sighed.

Under a different leadership, we petty civil servants might have just pretended to be dead. When the time comes, those who are unlucky enough to be pushed out to take the blame will truly die.

The old leader is obviously not that kind of person. He is an old-school person with a strong human touch. I have the same idea as Director Mao, the dead are the most important. Let's talk about our feelings, it's not surprising.

Originally, the old leader wanted to come in person, but was stopped by Director Ma of the Publicity Department. He gave up because of the follow-up work of the demolition office.

This is not a show by candidates in Western elections, but the old leader truly feels that everyone is important and death is the heaviest thing in everyone's life.

I was a little touched by the old leader's approach.

However, if it were me, I wouldn't take the initiative to do this.

There are personality reasons and changes in social atmosphere. Our generation lacks the interpersonal habit of old leaders and others who get to know their new neighbors on the first day they move and help each other for decades after that.

When we entered the residential building where the Xu family lived, we heard the quarrel upstairs.

Xu Tie shouted loudly: "What are you doing here? Cats cry and mice pretend to be compassionate! Stop pretending! It's you who made dad so angry! Are you still happy in your heart? Let me tell you, you want a house, no way! Our family can't We won’t move even if you negotiate with the government!”

The thin man immediately made an exaggerated mouth gesture.

Okay! Before we arrived, Xu Tie mentioned us first and issued a nail-biting declaration.

The pace of the five of us couldn't help but slow down.

Xu Gang didn't speak. The person who answered was a woman.

The woman sneered and said mockingly: "You are the one who should stop pretending! Who has been chewing on the old man all his life and brings his son to chew on the old man with him? Our Xu Gang is celebrating the holidays. If anything happens, please give me How much did the old man bring, and how many of those things came into your hands?"

"When we brothers talk, it's your turn to interrupt!" Xu Tie roared.

The thin man pulled me and mouthed questions to me again.

I had a grimace on my face, but I had already come this far. It would definitely not be good to turn around and go straight back to the neighborhood committee.

The morning rush hour for work has passed, but I heard other noises in the building from many retired old men and women in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. It seemed that someone was coming out to watch the fun.

I let out a breath and continued climbing the stairs.

I was thinking about how to deal with the Xu family's quarrel. As I walked up, I suddenly felt a breath.

My steps stopped.

"Hey, all right, all right, please stop talking and don't make any noise at the door. Go in and talk, go in and talk." An old man's voice came from above, followed by pushing, cursing and messy footsteps.

"Second uncle, what benefits have you gained by accepting Xu Gang? We have no money, and you can't help him bully others!"

"What are you talking about? To be fair to my dad, what's wrong?"

"Stop arguing..."

Listening to the news, the people above are not just Xu Gang's family.

I took a few quick steps and rushed upstairs, just in time to see a swarm of people squeezing into the concierge.

I didn't see anything strange, but I felt that the smell was clearer.

Without hesitation, I ran to the door of Xu's house without caring about the thin man and the others behind me.

The last one was an unknown young man. He looked at me in surprise.

"I'm from the demolition office. I heard about Mr. Xu Guangzong and wanted to express my feelings." I said quickly, trying to squeeze in from him.

However, there are really many people in this room.

Five or six people occupied the entrance hall, and further inside was the mourning hall in the living room. There are more people in the living room.

I couldn't help but think of the people who passed by the window of the neighborhood committee more than an hour ago.

Fatty had muttered before, why so many strangers came into the community at this time.

However, we didn't take it seriously at that time. I didn't feel any unusual aura at that time.

Entering the room, the unusual atmosphere became even stronger.

I couldn't help but shudder, raised my head, stretched my neck, and scanned the room inside.

Opposite the mourning hall, in the corner of the ceiling, I saw a touch of cyan.