I've already worn the same clothes, why did I still get caught and fucked?

"Besides, how do you know for sure that I am Ms. Jovia's relative? What if I am wrong?"

"But this doesn't prevent us from inheriting her estate!" Rosen winked at Melissa in his arms.

Melissa rolled her eyes again in anger and pushed him away. "Don't talk!"

However, Wolfe on the opposite side looked at Melissa with a smile on his face, and then continued: "It can't be wrong! Ms. Jovia has anticipated your arrival. If it is really wrong, then you will not be able to inherit her inheritance."

Rosen raised his eyebrows again, finding the other party's words very interesting.

It was as if there was something else behind his words.

But this time he didn't dig into the matter.

Wolfe continued to walk into the house. "I'll arrange a room for you. You stay here first. A lawyer will come to talk to you later!"

"Wow, small town lawyer. I really want to meet him!" Rosen hugged Melissa again and whispered in her ear.

In this way, Rosen and Melissa's rooms were arranged. This house is very classical, and it is the classic European style.

But according to Wolfe, this is not the old house of the Wossman family.

The real old house is still at the back, and Jovia’s body is placed in that old house.

After putting away his luggage, Rosen and Melissa came to the hall again.

At this time, he was sitting opposite Wolfe.

Looking at the freshly brewed coffee, Rosen took a sip without hesitation.

After smacking his lips, he said, "It's just so-so."

Then he took Melissa's coffee and helped her drink a sip. He said something else and then put the cup down.

Wolfe's strange look at this moment made Melissa next to him feel embarrassed.

But at this time, Rosen still didn't care.

"So, why not bury the body now, Butler Wolfe?" Rosen asked Wolfe while lying down with his legs crossed.

"That's actually what I was going to say. Ms. Jovia hopes that her relatives can hold a wake for her."

After hearing this, Rosen reached out to interrupt. "Wait a minute. What did you say? Guarding the dead! Are you American comrades also using this trick?"

He immediately turned his head to Melissa. "Has our country's custom become popular all over the world now?"

Melissa looked at Rosen helplessly again and sighed.

Rosen didn't care and continued. "Okay, do we need to keep vigil for three days?"

Wolfe shook his head again. "No, it's a seven-day vigil."

"Good guy, are you going to just wait for her to come back home at night, right?" Sure, sure, foreigners are the ones who have the most fun.

Rosen has nothing else to say now. In short, it's just one sentence.

Pay attention.

After a moment of contemplation, Rosen continued, "I think if I'm going to do it, I'll do it to the end."

Before Wolfe could finish his puzzled expression, Rosen continued.

"Let's first invite all the handsome young men and young wives from the surrounding area. Let's treat everyone to a feast! This is called solemnity!"

"Funeral, it's not impossible to invite people for the funeral. It's just that Ms. Jovia's social circle is a bit small."

As Wolfe spoke, he did not forget to smile, awkwardly but politely.

Rosen cut it directly.

That's a damn euphemism for saying it.

People in this town don't even dare to mention the name Worthman, and you dare to mention the social circle to me?

"I see the old lady's decoration of her house is very particular. Then let's do something fashionable. Do you know how black people carry a coffin? Find a few black people dressed formally, and then carry the coffin on their shoulders. The movement should be sexy, and the little music should be played..."

"Rosen!" Melissa interrupted him angrily.

Rosen smiled awkwardly at this time, but he felt a little disdainful in his heart.

Hey! I can already feel that this old lady has no good intentions. Why won't she let me say a few more words?

And most importantly, the moment he stepped into the Wosman family, his spiritual sense alerted him.

He felt like he was being watched. This feeling became even stronger when he entered the room. The other party had no good intentions.

It’s just strange that Rosen didn’t even realize where this strange feeling of being watched came from?

This is a little strange.

Logically speaking, no one could escape his spiritual detection, not even a ghost.

But now this kind of thing actually happened.

He couldn't help but feel a little heavy. This trip might be a challenge for him.

"I'm sorry, dear. I lost control of myself. But can't you really consider the old lady? This job of carrying the coffin..."

Melissa glared at him fiercely again, and Rosen finally shut his mouth.

Not to mention the fact that "Above the Moon" was used as the theme song for a funeral.

“Do you want me to look after grandma by myself?” Melissa felt a chill on her back when she said this.

She had no objection to doing something for her relatives, but she was instinctively opposed to things like keeping vigil.

Wolf looked at Melissa, then at Rosen. He wanted to say yes, but changed his mind the moment he said it.

"Of course, you can join Mr. Rosen."

After hearing this, Melissa gave another forced smile.

The next step is to wait for the lawyer to arrive.

Rosen and Melissa didn't just sit there stupidly, but walked around the manor.

The area here is not small. Speaking of the entire manor, this house alone takes up a lot of space.

Rosen and Melissa were walking in the manor, talking about what was going to happen next.

"It's really interesting that Jovia seems to know that you are coming. Could it be that she has the ability to meet in dreams like you?" Rosen said casually.

These words also hit Melissa's heart directly.

If this is true, then it means that they may really be relatives.

Then Melissa thought about the witch again. Could it be that Wassman was really a witch?

Does that mean she is also a witch?

As if he knew what his girlfriend was thinking, Rosen seemed particularly considerate at this time.

He walked directly to Melissa's side again and leaned his shoulder towards her.

But now Melissa is actually more concerned about another thing.

She looked at Rosen again. "You know what? My mother disappeared when I was just an adult. I wonder if she has come back here again?"

This was the first time Rosen heard of this incident.

"Why do you think so?"

Melissa looked at the grass in front of her.

Rosen followed her gaze and looked at the grass. He thought, this is indeed a rich manor.

This lawn alone is so vast and the grass looks great.

It’s such a large area. If we were to enclose it all, we wouldn’t be able to pee enough!