Mystery Collection 2

After Xu Jianyang finished offering incense, he wanted to talk to Gu Tingxi, but he disappeared when he turned his head. Only Nangong and Gu Siqian were left where he was originally standing.

Whether it was sincere or away, everyone would politely say a few words of consolation to the two brothers of the Gu family when they entered the door. Xu Jianyang wondered where Gu Tingxi might have slipped away to hide. He always had his own way of temper.

Xu Jianyang was as familiar with Gu's family as his own, so he searched for several rooms and finally saw Gu Tingxi's figure in one of them.

He pushed the door open and was about to talk, but found that this was the place where Uncle Gu's coffin was parked.

Gu Tingxi was the only one in the empty room. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with his hands in his trouser pockets and his tie shaking slightly with the cold wind. He looked thin and emaciated.The normally fair skin became paler, only a pair of slender phoenix eyes filled with blood-like red.

It's not like the redness after crying, but more like the hatred and coldness caused by emotions.

Xu Jianyang approached him slowly, and gently hugged his shoulder, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Gu Tingxi shook his head and said, "The little mute came early in the morning, you can go find him."

"I saw him, I'll go later, let's stay with you first." Xu Jianyang hasn't seen Han Chen these days, he has a bad premonition in his heart but dare not ask at this moment, he followed Gu Tingxi's gaze Looking at Gu Zhongping's body, he asked in confusion, "How to cover half the coffin?"

"What do you mean?" Gu Tingxi turned to look at him.

Xu Jianyang frowned: "I'm not too sure, but I've never seen a half-covered coffin. How could the coffin be closed before the process of paying homage to the corpse?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to speak like this, and added: "Of course I don't understand too much, so don't worry too much about it."

Gu Tingxi raised his hand and lightly stroked the edge of the coffin, thinking: The perpetrator intentionally caused a traffic accident, but his father didn't have any scars on his face after the car accident. He rushed home immediately after receiving the news, and only two hours later, Grandpa has already prepared the coffin, such behavior is too hasty.

Gu Tingxi pulled Xu Jianyang who was about to leave, "Help me lift the coffin lid."

"W-what? This is not good..."

Gu Tingxi looked at him coldly: "What are you afraid of before the coffin is sealed? I'm his son and I'm not afraid."

Xu Jianyang muttered in his mouth, but Gu Tingxi glared at him, took a deep breath and said, "I'm convinced, hurry up."

Gu Tingxi locked the door behind him and directed Xu Jianyang to stand opposite him. The two of them pushed back the coffin lid. The nanmu coffin lid was heavier than they imagined, and they pushed the coffin lid a little bit together.

At this time, the sound of turning the doorknob sounded outside the door, Gu Tingxi stopped, panting and hesitating.

Xu Jianyang persuaded: "Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. My uncle has passed away, so let's not worry about it."

Gu Tingxi pursed his lips and nodded with difficulty. He walked up to Gu Zhongping and saw that his head was crooked, so he wanted to help him straighten it.

"Dad, I was reckless. If you want to scold me, scold me, Xu Jianyang, open the door later." Gu Tingxi looked at the door distractedly, only to realize that it was not Xu Jianyang who opened the door.

Nangong stood outside the door and looked at him helplessly, then pulled out the iron wire inserted in the door and threw it in the corner.

Gu Tingxi breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to tidy up Gu Zhongping's appearance, but suddenly his expression froze, as if he had received a huge blow, his hands trembling and he didn't know where to put them.

He was stunned for two seconds, then he crazily leaned his upper body into the coffin, and reached out to touch Gu Zhongping's body.

Nangong Fei stepped forward and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Calm down!"

Gu Tingxi stood beside the coffin in disheveled clothes, his fingernails were almost dug into the wood, and blood gurgled from between his fingers, but he clasped the coffin tightly as if he didn't know the pain.

Nangong looked at him depressedly, and whispered in his ear: "Gu Tingxi, watch all this carefully, remember your hatred, and don't forget your father's beliefs, you still have a long way to go in the future .”

Gu Tingxi's throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound. The biting cold wind was blowing on his face. It was as if his nerves had been paralyzed, and he couldn't feel pain or cold.

He felt his blood boiling, clamoring to break through the haze of those claws and teeth.

Nangong tentatively held his hand, and pulled his bloody fingertips away from the coffin. Gu Tingxi obeyed like a harmless little animal, but his eyes were burning with a dazzling light.

Xu Jianyang looked at them in confusion, and said in astonishment, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the coffin?"

"Bring the medicine box." Nangong simply treated his hand injury and brought him back to the front hall.

Guests came in one after another, and Gu Tingxi's ears were filled with various voices, those he knew and those he didn't know, everyone spoke to him in a familiar tone.

He saw Gu Jing in the crowd, and Ye Fan who was following her closely behind her, observing her words and speaking carefully.

He thought of that sentence again, don't try to interpret human nature, what is human nature, no one in this world will live according to the textbook, but they will not walk on the edge of evil calmly, his father insisted all his life What is belief, and what kind of posture does so-called justice exist? Gu Tingxi watched people come and go, observed their sad expressions, and the smiles that some of them tried to suppress. He suddenly realized that most of these people Most of the people were not sad, they just put on appropriate masks on certain occasions, and at the moment when the funeral was over, they had relaxed smiles on their faces, and the nerves that had been suppressed all day were finally liberated .

Gu Tingxi wandered through the crowd dully. He looked at those dazed souls, and at the moment when they took off their disguises, he showed wanton joy. He suddenly realized that death is not terrible, and that a life like a walking corpse is the real cemetery. .

His father loved his woman with a transparent and pure soul, and his child with a fragile but tenacious life. He walked through his life honestly and kindly, but at the moment when his body was buried, he left an eternal life. breath of faith.

The guests did not leave immediately, most of them spoke flattering words around Gu Siqian, only relatives like aunt and cousin were not afraid of Gu Tingxi's gloomy expression, and surrounded him eagerly.

Gu Tingxi glanced at her impatiently, and pulled off the tie with one hand for a little air.

The cousin smiled shyly: "Your father died so suddenly, I don't know if he left a will or not."

Gu Tingxi frowned and said nonchalantly, "Does it have something to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, but it's just the two of you left, and I'm thinking of you too. You see, those people are all around your brother."

Gu Tingxi was not in the mood to toss with her, stood up and wanted to leave, Mr. Fang asked someone to call him and Gu Siqian to the side hall, and invited some relatives along.

Gu Tingxi went there and saw that Gu Jing and others were there, and guessed that his father might have left a will.

Aunt Biao lowered her voice and smiled: "Your father is really thoughtful."

Gu Tingxi ignored her spectator-like tone, and sat down on the chair at hand.

After the lawyer explained the legal benefits of the will, he began to read the will, "Mr. Gu Zhongping stated in the will that all property under his name will be left to Mr. Gu Siqian after his death. I hope that Mr. Gu Siqian will take good care of the Gu family property in the future. The above is the will. all content."

There was silence in the living room, and all eyes were on Gu Tingxi. They didn't dare to speculate on the authenticity of the will, but they felt that Gu Zhongping was too cruel and completely disregarded the life and death of his youngest son.

Gu Tingxi licked his lips, but there was no reaction at all. Others almost thought he was deaf.

The old lady was anxious but didn't make a sound. After all, both of them are her grandsons. How could she make a will when her son-in-law was still alive.

Old Fang coughed lightly, and said lightly: "Zhongping's plan must be to give priority to the interests of the group, which is considered decent. The time is almost up. Since there is nothing for everyone, let's leave."

Gu Siqian stood up and shook hands with the lawyer, "It's hard work for you to go, and I will ask the assistant to contact you for the follow-up procedures."

"No hard work, this is my job. By the way, Gu Ershao, Mr. Gu asked me to tell you something." The lawyer turned around and stopped Gu Tingxi who was about to leave.

"what's up?"

"Mr. Gu left something for you in the bank safe. This is the key to the safe."

Gu Tingxi nodded sullenly while holding the key: "Thank you."

Gu Tingxi stood at the door and watched the guests leave one after another, and also watched the sky gradually become gloomy. His father died, Han Chen's whereabouts were unknown, and the endless flow of the road seemed to never stop. He didn't know what to do with himself.

"Young Master." Big Tou's voice came from behind him.

Gu Tingxi turned around, but saw that the big head's face was more miserable than his, his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them, and his hands were dirty and mixed together.

"Young master, I'll take you where you are going."

After dealing with the guests, Gu Siqian quickly ran to the door, gave Datou a vicious look, pushed him away and walked in front of Gu Tingxi.

The two stood looking at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

Gu Tingxi forced a smile and patted his brother's shoulder: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Gu Siqian looked at his fleshy fingers coldly: "Is this all right?"

Gu Tingxi gathered his palms together, and asked hesitantly, "I'm really fine, brother, tell me the truth, will something happen to you?"

Gu Siqian listened to his cautious tone sadly, and pretended to be relaxed, "Who will earn money for you when I die?"

Gu Tingxi silently nodded her chin.

"Let the big head follow you from now on, just tell him what to do. Although he is a little sloppy in his work, he never makes any big troubles."

"Understood, there are still a lot of trivial matters in the future, you go to work, I will go to the bank."

Gu Tingxi got into the big car, saw him sniffing with a sad face, couldn't help but said: "Can you stop being sad and drive hard."

The big head responded, blew his nose and started the car on the road.

It was already dark when Gu Tingxi arrived at the bank. The manager got the news in advance and waited at the door with the security personnel.

Gu Tingxi was arranged to wait in the reception room, and the manager took him to pick up the things after finishing the formalities.

Gu Tingxi stood in an empty room, in front of him was a locked combination box, which could only be opened when the key and password were both valid.

Gu Tingxi inserted the key into the lock, and after thinking for a while, entered his mother's birthday.

Unsurprisingly, he entered the password correctly, and the moment the password box was opened, tears almost welled up in his eyes again.

Gu Tingxi desperately forced back the tears, and carefully took out the Werner Diamond and his father's most cherished family photo.

He remembered the words Gu Zhongping once told him: "Tingting, remember, apart from hatred and pain, there is also faith that can sustain people."

"Dad, I promise you that I will live a more valuable life. I will bring those criminals to justice, not based on hatred, but based on justice."

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas~