After going down the mountain, the beautiful CEO chased me

Li Hao quickly changed the subject, wanting them to leave as soon as possible.

"There are too many people here today. We can't entertain you. Why don't you go and have a rest first? It's so noisy here, and there will inevitably be bumps and bruises."

Chen Ming looked him up and down suspiciously, wanting to chase him away so quickly.

It seems to be just as he thought, there is definitely a problem.

Chen Ming politely refused: "Since we are here to visit Professor Qin, even if it is a funeral, we cannot leave first. This is very rude."

"Besides, there are too few people in their family who can help. How can you do it alone?"

At this time, Chen Ming was the only one here. Senior Sister Song Jiang had been asked to investigate the killer organization Ghost Face, while Liu Changtian continued to deal with Tianluomen.

They were in their respective positions, and gathering information was not something that could be accomplished overnight, but there was definitely something wrong with the man in front of them.

Even if he wanted to invite Li Hao to his place to explore the ancient medical prescriptions, he would not do so.

A person who could arouse suspicion should never be brought back easily.

Seeing Chen Ming’s dazed look, Li Hao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He turned around in panic, and finally could only confirm his identity through Professor Qin's wife.

He hurried over to comfort her: "Master's wife, please don't cry. When your son comes back and sees you like this, he will definitely feel bad."

The corners of Li Hao's mouth curled up slightly. He was sure that Professor Qin's wife was crying so hard that her eyes were blurry.

So he doesn't care who is standing next to him, and he is now full of anger.

Sure enough, Professor Qin’s wife kept crying.

"The son we adopted has gone to another place. He is not standing by our side at all..."

"How can you let me trust him and look forward to his return?"

"It's not as good as you. You have helped us so much. We really can't count on you."

Li Hao pretended to be sad and tried to comfort her.

"In fact, he really wanted to come back. We have already talked on the phone. It's just that his flight was wrong, otherwise he would have returned long ago."

Chen Ming stood behind with his arms folded.

A crowd of people came to pay their respects, but Li Hao's figure alone made him realize something was wrong.

This could not but be a sincere mourning, and Professor Qin's wife did not even look at him during the whole process.

It seems that there is a lot of estrangement between them.

Chen Ming shrugged and helped them clean up.

There were fewer and fewer people, and many people who came from other places just came to pay their respects and then left.

Seeing that only a few distant relatives were left, Professor Qin's wife was very grateful to them.

My eyes are red from crying now and I don’t want to do anything.

Although I don't know who they are, I know that my husband was always helpful when he was alive, and they are just here to repay his kindness.

"Thank you so much. My son is not with me. I was panicked at first..."

"If it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't be able to handle it today. There are so many people coming from all over the world."

Chen Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that Professor Qin's wife's attitude towards him and Li Hao was exactly the same, which meant that he was at least not the closest person.

But Li Hao put himself in an especially close position.

Just at this moment, there was new movement at the door.

Song Jiang looked at the things under his feet and she hurriedly helped him up.

Li Hao ran over nervously: "Do you know that this is very important? You are too reckless."

When people saw the nervous look on this man's face, they would have thought that the person who died was his own father.

But it always felt a little too fake, so Song Jiang just apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

At least he wasn't broken, just fallen.

Professor Qin's wife hurried over.

"My husband was always willing to help others and never cared about trivial matters. I don't want such a quarrel to occur in his funeral hall."

These words gave Chen Ming a shock, and his eyes fell on Li Hao even more suspiciously.

This means that there must be something wrong with him, otherwise why would he argue in front of his professor's funeral hall?

When Song Jiang stood in front of his junior fellow apprentice, he spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I think there's something wrong with Li Hao. His expression just now only showed how much he cared about Professor Qin's funeral. It seemed as if he had already determined that he was dead."

A normal family member would not want to accept this death, but he accepted it a little too quickly.

Chen Ming nodded slightly, his eyes full of mystery.

He had the same idea.

"You're right, I thought so too."

“But I have no evidence to prove that he is not Professor Qin’s assistant, but I am confused, what is he for?”

Chen Ming touched his chin. From the beginning, he invited him to his villa to study ancient medical prescriptions, but the other party did not move.

What's more, those things are already in his hands, and he is a little confused about Li Hao's routine.

Professor Qin's wife was too sad and was taken back to her room by other relatives to rest.

The remaining few of them stood in the mourning hall, with the coffin and the portrait in the front.

Professor Qin in the black and white photo looks amiable, looking at everyone in the mourning hall with a pair of kind eyes.

The entire mourning hall was in black and white, and suddenly a bright red color caught the eye.

The entire mourning hall was in chaos, and some people screamed in disbelief.

Chen Ming and Song Jiang turned around and saw a pool of blood on the ground.

This bright red color appearing in the mourning hall is really creepy.

No wonder the people in the mourning hall were so surprised.

"Who... who is this person!?"

"He seems to be dead, right? Could it be that he was queued in just now..."

The people watching were so scared that they could only hide in a corner, but they didn't dare to get close to the corner of the coffin.

For them, even dead relatives are a bit scary.

After all, there is a gap between the living and the dead. They are separated by heaven and live in different worlds.

The man on the ground was disheveled, with his hair spread out on the ground.

His head was buried tightly in the ground, and his hands were stretched straight forward.

His palms were also covered in blood, which was still oozing out.

Suddenly, the skinny fingers flexed in the blood.

It was like he had just come out of a grave, with mud still under his fingernails.

He grabbed the ground tightly and tried hard to stay up, but collapsed again.

Chen Ming first comforted everyone: "Don't be afraid, he is alive."

"He's just injured. I can save him."

The onlookers naturally didn't know him, but they sensed a sense of calmness from him.

"Who is this young man?"

"I don't know where it came from. Maybe it's a student that Professor Qin once rescued."