I don't want a crematorium

Lin Zhu, Mu Zecheng's secretary, brought Han Yang to a conference room.

"Did you not follow Mu Zecheng?"

Lin Zhu was stunned for a moment before realizing what Han Yang was talking about, "There are also people preparing there."

After speaking, he asked Han Yang to wait in the conference room for a while.

Han Yang sat on the office chair, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

The door was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and he turned his head to see a somewhat unfamiliar face.

An honest-looking man, Han Yang didn't do anything, just sat there and looked at him silently.

"You are, Han Yang?" The man's voice was gentle, and he obviously knew him, "We have met a few times, you may have forgotten, I am An Wensheng."

It was him.

It was only then that Han Yang remembered that this person was the husband of Mu Zecheng's younger sister.

After all, he could be regarded as half an elder. He stood up and shook hands with An Wensheng, "I remember that you went to settle abroad a long time ago."

"Yes. Come back and see my wife."

She comes back every year.

Han Yang nodded.

"Are you here to find your Uncle Mu?"

Hearing An Wensheng's question, Han Yang raised his eyes, but An Wensheng couldn't understand his eyes, "Don't you know that he has already left the country?"

As far as he knew, An Wensheng had always taken over the affairs in Mu Zecheng's hands.

An Wensheng was stunned for a moment, apparently not knowing.

"Oh, isn't it because something happened in the company that needs him to deal with?" Han Yang leaned against the table and looked at An Wensheng indifferently.

An Wensheng thought for a while, with a weird expression on his face, "Did he tell you that?" Just as he was about to continue, Lin Zhu at the door interrupted him, "Mr. Han, the item has been found."

Holding a heavy sealed file bag in his hand, he walked up to Han Yang and handed it to him.

The moment Han Yang got it, as if he had guessed something, he reached out and tore off the seal, and pulled out the contents.

But after seeing only a few words above, he stopped moving.

"Mr. Mu has been asking people to investigate, and some of them were not found until last week."

Han Yang looked at the file bag, but did not speak.

Inside is the evidence of the mastermind behind his father's case.

It's something he's been looking for all these years.

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Han Yang left.

An Wensheng didn't know what was in there, but he had other questions, "Did Mu Zecheng tell Han Yang about his situation?"

Lin Zhu glanced at him, did not answer, but took out a mobile phone.

On the phone, with Mu Zecheng.

After handing over the phone to An Wensheng, Lin Zhujiu closed the door and went out.

Mu Zecheng's voice also came from the other end of the phone, "He doesn't know anything, so don't tell him."

An Wensheng didn't quite understand, "Why didn't you explain such a big matter to him clearly. Han Yang isn't a child anymore, should he wait until the end to let him see you—"

He didn't say the last four words, which were too harsh for a patient.

"Don't meddle in my affairs."

Mu Zecheng's tone was flat, but An Wensheng woke up suddenly.

Mu Zecheng is Mu Zecheng, even if he may be so weak that he needs help to stand up now, no one can control him.

An Wensheng calmed down, "Are you being treated abroad now?"

"Yes."

"What are the chances?"

Mu Zecheng was silent for a moment, then smiled, "I don't know."

No one knows, including his doctor.

Han Yang did not go home, but went to the company.

On weekend afternoons, there was no one in the empty company.

He sat on the desk in the office and took out everything in the portfolio.

Without the slightest hesitation.Even if that period was his most difficult time, he would hesitate to put it on other people, and he would not want to recall the past easily.

Files and photos of different sizes are organized neatly.

Han Yang calmly flipped through the pages one by one, and didn't finish the last one until night fell.

He stood up and threw the last photo with Zhou Renyi on the table.

The wind outside the window was blowing on his face, and it was still a little cold, but it seemed that this was the only way to calm him down.

Perhaps because Han Yang didn't value profit, he felt that the cause of the conspiracy was too ridiculous.

Money may be as important to them as life, so when Zhou Renyi's cake may be divided up by Han Yang's father, it seems like he is about to be killed for revenge.

But what he did was very clean. The framer died shortly after he surrendered himself to prison due to a terminal illness. After ten years, some traces could no longer be found. Zhou Renyi, the real criminal, was able to get away with it all the time.

The things Mu Zecheng collected could only prove that Zhou Renyi had indeed had contact with that person, but there was no way to find out the details.

But it's useless to find it. Strictly speaking, Han Yang's father committed suicide, and Zhou Renyi's responsibility is too small to be small.

Even though the pile of evidence recorded that his father's death might have been the result of Zhou Renyi's threat, the evidence of the deceased and the physical evidence that may have been destroyed cannot prove any speculation.

However, Han Yang had met Zhou Renyi, he was not a powerful person.

There may be people who are really heartless and indifferent, just like serial murderers who enjoy killing people, and may not have a trace of fear when they are shot.

But Zhou Renyi is obviously not. He is just an ordinary person who is obsessed with interests. Knowing that his father is dead, he will definitely be in fear and anxiety for countless days and nights, worrying about the day he will be found out all the time.

It was a cowardly and greedy mouse, and the children it gave birth to were not very smart people.

Han Yang has always known the truth that there will be a price for whatever he does, and Zhou Renyi should know it too.

It was raining outside, Han Yang stretched out his hand out the window and let the raindrops fall on his hand.

He clenched his hands tightly, and the accumulated rainwater spilled out between his fingers and fell down.