Pleasant wood into forest

When Yang Yizun arrived by car, the rainstorm had not stopped for a long time, and the sky had not yet cleared up, and it was still overcast, which matched the atmosphere of the cemetery very well.

Several security guards in raincoats surrounded the scene and chatted quietly. When they saw Yang Yizun, they all fell silent.

"what happened?"

The guard of the mausoleum is an old man, who has a lawsuit on his forehead at this time, stepped forward and said with a bitter face: "It was fine when I was on patrol last night, but it rained heavily at noon today. Take a look. But who knows, I just came here and saw this nice tomb, I don’t know which bastard dug it up, Mr. Yang, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yizun pushed him away irritably and walked to the edge of the cemetery.

This piece of land is very open. It used to be a golf course. It was said that the feng shui was not good, so it never developed. Later, the owner went bankrupt. When it was auctioned, it was taken over to make a high-end cemetery.

People who can earn millions to buy a house for their children when they are alive, and spend millions to buy a cemetery for themselves when they are dead, probably have too much money to spend, or they are out of their minds.

At this moment, Mr. Yang, whose brain was flooded with water, was squatting on the ground, his face so pale that his brain could be frozen into ice balls, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the rain-soaked tombstone.The two characters "Yuemu" on it have been exposed to the sun and rain for nearly ten years, and the corners of the strokes are no longer so sharp.On the black and white photo frame in the middle, a handsome young man is smiling slightly with soft eyes.

I don't know if it's Yang Yizun's illusion, but today's photo seems to be different from before, there seems to be a trace of reproach in his always smiling eyes.

"I'm sorry." He gently touched the tombstone with his forehead, his voice was so gentle that it was shocking.

"It's really not my fault. You all know that our cemetery here is not reinforced with cement. It's just an urn. No one can avoid this taboo. It's worthless. I really never dreamed that someone could be so mad At this level, what do you think he can do by stealing this..." The old man guarding the mausoleum was still babbling about his innocence.

Yang Yizun stood up, turned around and asked the security guard, his tone had changed: "Did the monitoring check?"

"I checked. It should have happened in the middle of the night last night. The monitoring happened to be lost for half an hour, but we checked the vehicles entering and leaving, and found nothing suspicious..."

"Impossible," interjected the old man who guarded the mausoleum. "It's all right. Could it be that the people in the tomb crawled out and ran away?"

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention. Yang Yizun's gaze fell on the black and white photo on the tombstone, and he thought of the face he had seen just an hour ago.

"That's a joke. According to the preliminary judgment, the perpetrator should have hiked up the mountain and climbed over the fence from the foot of the mountain."

Yang Yizun closed his eyes and collected himself: "Who is it?"

"It's hard to say now. No footprints were found at the scene. This person has experience and is a habitual offender. We have already contacted the police. We will first check to see if there have been reports of grave robbery recently, so as to determine whether it is a coincidence or a targeted theft. "

While the few people were talking, it began to rain lightly again, pattering down on the grass, accompanied by the sound of a few frogs, and there was a sense of tranquility all around.As a cemetery, the environment here is actually expensive for a reason.

Yang Yizun's shoulders were completely drenched, and he reached out to wipe the rainwater from his forehead: "Let's look for it first... find a way to get it back."

After the evidence was collected, there would be no further progress if we stayed any longer. Several security guards dispersed, leaving only Yang Yizun standing in front of the empty cemetery.

"I didn't protect you when I was alive..." After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head and said.

I don't know if the Feng Shui here is really different from other places. The rain is very light, almost smelling like autumn rain, cold and sad.

A young security guard went back and forth, opened his umbrella and said, "Mr. Yang."

The security guard handed him the umbrella: "Mr. Yang, I think you'd better pay attention to the people around you and see if there is anything unusual."

Yang Yizun turned to look at him, stood up straight and asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Qian," the security guard said, "I forgot to tell you just now, it's like this, my sister is a policeman, and I heard her tell about this kind of case before, some robbers stole the ashes and asked their relatives to blackmail them. You came here in such a hurry, The person buried here must be very important to you. It has been ten years since the monument was erected, and there is no family member's signature, so I don't think there are many people who know your relationship with this person..."

Yang Yizun was startled, and nodded at him: "Thank you."

After speaking, he quickly left the cemetery.

"Housekeeper, can I stew it?" Xia Wei lay on the floor, pointing at the golden hair that had been washed and refreshed.

The big golden retriever understood what he said, and angrily protested "Wow".

A short-haired woman came down the stairs with a cigarette in her mouth, put down the bag in her hand, smoothed the golden retriever very affectionately, bit the cigarette and said: "I advise you not to, you kill it, we are even distant relatives." It doesn't count."

With a gloomy expression on his face, Xia had no choice but to show a pistol with his fingers, and shot the golden retriever with a "bang" mouth.

The golden retriever was timid, as if it had been shot, it groaned and lay down heartbroken.

"Don't go crazy," the short-haired woman turned around and kicked him unceremoniously, "Get up, go and feed the cat to me."

Xia Wei dodged subconsciously, and reached out to her rascally: "Give me a cigarette."

"Bah! You're so breathless and you still smoke, it won't kill you."

After finishing speaking, the woman glanced at his neck and smiled: "Oh, so intense, old lover."

Xia Wei didn't answer, took out a cigarette from her jeans, unlit it, twisted the shredded tobacco and chewed it.

This woman's name is Ji Ya, she has sharp facial features on a small face, with neat short hair and a few strands of white highlights, she should also look like a lovely beauty, but unfortunately her temperament and appearance are far apart. , if there is a touch of red on the lips smoking a cigarette, it will be a "coquettish bitch".

After Xia Wei finished chewing a cigarette, he finally regained his composure, got up to lift the bag on the table, his steps were still weak when he got up.

Through the alley, there is a forest park two kilometers away. It is quite old and few people usually come.

A year ago, a customer brought a few wild cats to see a doctor. After seeing the cost and calculating the cost, he thought it was too expensive, so he didn't come to pick it up. The cats became nobody's care.Later, Xia Wei put them all back in the park with a cage, and came over every few days to have a look, and fed a few bags of the extra cat food in the store, which was a good deed.

Mao Ye is used to it and can't bear to be kept in captivity, but he has learned to recognize people strangely. When he saw Xia Wei coming, he ran over quickly, watched him tear the package, and carefully kept a close distance.

"Eat." Xia Wei knocked on the rice bowl.

The two cats ran over one after the other, sniffed vigilantly, looked up at Xia Wei, and took advantage of him not paying attention, and ran away with the rice bowl in their mouths.

... Throwing another rice bowl, Xia Wei thought helplessly.

It was already dark, and there was a heavy rain during the day, and there was still water on the road. Under the illumination of the street lamps, the whole road looked very quiet.Xia Wei carried his pocket, put one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly.

A black Bentley drove over slowly and stopped beside him without a sound. He stopped, pulled the back seat of the car and got in.

"what would you like?"

"Guangxin's personnel changes in the past ten years, as well as the list and detailed information of all executives."

"I thought you would just say you wanted a role."

"If I don't say that, you will help me, won't you?"

The person in front seemed to be smiling: "So, what about your sincerity?"

Xia Wei silently took out a heavy square wooden box from the cat food bag and threw it to the front seat.

Then, two dull knocks came from the front seat.

"make a deal."

Xia Wei: "Aren't you going to open it and have a look? Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you with a fake one?"

"No, as a friendly army, I trust you."

Xia Wei opened the door and got off the car: "Walk slowly."