Super Time Detective

The car approached the cemetery, but turned left at the previous intersection and stopped at an inconspicuous corner by the side of the road.

Lele and Yin Jiaming got out of the car.

Then Lele handed over the car keys to Yin Jiaming.

"I'll take Cuihua's car when I go back. This car is for you."

It was already dark after the funeral, so Lele naturally had no reason to drive into the villa area again, so he could only let Yin Jiaming drive back by himself, park the car in the woods at the foot of the mountain as before, and then climb back from the path between the cliffs.

As for the car, when Lele comes over in a few days, just make a little more trouble and just drive the car back.

Yin Jiaming packed the car keys and slowly walked up the mountain along the path.

In fact, this hillside was also bought by the cemetery, and it will be developed into a cemetery in the future, but it is still a barren hill.

He climbed to the hillside, looked east, and saw a few people carrying a coffin walking in front of the opposite hill, followed by a dozen or twenty people meandering behind, among them was Lele.

"Actually, Ah Hu is like this, it's pretty good."

Zhao Cuihua came out quietly and stood beside Yin Jiaming.

Yin Jiaming glanced at him sideways, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Haha."

Zhao Cuihua laughed.

The climate in the south is humid, the rain is abundant, and the vegetation on the mountain is lush. Even if the two hills are not far away, from the current position of Yin Jiaming and Zhao Cuihua, you can only see the funeral procession that appears and disappears among the trees.

There were not many people who came to see Ah Hu on his last journey, but there were also quite a few, more than a dozen people in total.

Most of them were brothers Yin Jiaming knew well, and there were three other young girls. Except for Lele, the other two were waitresses in the hotel and had been helped by Ah Hu.

"Our lives are worthless."

Zhao Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief, more like a sigh than emotion.

"For someone like Ah Hu to have a decent funeral, and so many people to see him off... it's not in vain to go through this life."

Yin Jiaming pursed his lips tightly.

After a while, he said in a low voice:

"...I'm sorry Ah Hu..."

"Nothing."

Zhao Cuihua shook her head, "Ah Hu's death is none of your business."

He lifted his chin towards the funeral procession:

"What's more, if it weren't for you, Brother Ming, we wouldn't be able to afford this cemetery."

Yin Jiaming pursed his lips and did not speak, but the hand attached to the tree silently clenched into a fist.

Jincheng is expensive, and cemeteries are not cheap.

Zhao Cuihua and the others said that the cemetery was bought by the brothers. In fact, everyone knew that such a small square inch of land would cost 20 yuan. There is no way to scrape together such a sum of money.

Zhao Cuihua always knew that Yin Jiaming was kind to her brothers.

Moreover, he is not only kind to his brothers, but also has a stubborn sense of responsibility towards them.

Obviously Yin Jiaming is not a few years older than himself and Ah Hu, but he is like a big brother, always wanting to make a piece of sky for them, to be the towering tree that shelters them from the wind and rain.

If it is possible, for example, to provide them with a comfortable and stable job, or pay him to study photography and directing, Yin Jiaming will take it for granted and never take credit for it, and no one will remember his kindness.

But if you can't...

For example, now, Yin Jiaming would feel guilty, as if he owed these brothers...

"Brother Ming, brother Ming."

Zhao Cuihua smiled and hooked Yin Jiaming's shoulder.

He usually has the self-consciousness of being a younger brother, unless he is drunk, he will never hook Yin Jiaming's shoulders.

"My brothers all know what you want, and so does Ah Hu."

He hung on Yin Jiaming, who was half a head taller than him, in a very awkward posture, and patted his arm hard.

"Anyway, today is the day to send Ah Hu off. No one is allowed to piss, and let him go away with peace of mind."

Zhao Cuihua chattered and said:

"Also, don't sigh anymore. Sighing hurts the liver, it hurts the liver and consumes blood and energy! A dignified man, what should I do if I don't have enough blood?"

Yin Jiaming was amused by this person's nonsensical talk.

He slightly hooked his lips, and his smile was instantly overwhelmed by sadness.

At this time, the funeral procession had already carried the coffin to Ah Hu's cemetery.

Yin Jiaming asked Lele to pick a cemetery for Ahu with a higher position and a wide view. From their position, they could see it much more clearly than before.

But at this time, it was Zhao Cuihua who was worried that Yin Jiaming's whereabouts would be exposed, and dragged his boss to hide in the shade of trees.

Before going down to the coffin, there was a simple ceremony.

A few monks stood by the tomb, chanting mantras and burning paper, while others gathered around the coffin, waiting for the ceremony to end.

"...After this, what are you going to do?"

Yin Jiaming suddenly asked Zhao Cuihua.

"I'm not in Ruibao Hotel anymore, will the new manager make things difficult for you?"

"Hahaha."

Zhao Cuihua laughed, and bumped Yin Jiaming with her shoulder:

"Me, old Chen Anzi and the others, don't worry about it!"

The few he mentioned were all the brothers Yin Jiaming recruited.

"We're just working as security guards. Such a big hotel won't be short of our salary. Besides, even if the new manager fires us, is it possible that we can't find a new job? It's all big Man, you won’t starve to death even if you go back to the countryside to farm!”

Zhao Cuihua said and pointed to herself:

"I'm still taking directing classes recently. The professor said that I'm very talented and wants me to help out in his production crew... maybe, after I finish this semester, I'll be working in Shaw Brothers Studios. "

Yin Jiaming finally showed a smile.

"That's fine."

He paused, then repeated:

"It's really good to do what you want to do."

"correct."

Zhao Cuihua saw that the expression on Yin Jiaming's face got better, and continued:

"I think Lele may not continue to work in the hotel."

Yin Jiaming turned around in surprise.

"why?"

He immediately thought of something, "Did the new manager make things difficult for you?"

"Oh, that's not the case."

Zhao Cuihua explained:

"It's Lele who recently met a merchant from the mainland who came to Jincheng to do business. She's a nice person, and we can chat with her..."

He said, pointing to the corner of the crowd:

"Here, that's the one, in a black suit, with neatly cut hair."

Yin Jiaming looked towards Zhao Cuihua's pointing, and sure enough, he saw an unfamiliar man in the crowd.

The man was in his thirties, not tall, and his appearance could only be regarded as simple, but he was dressed very solemnly. Among the young gangsters who wore dragon robes and didn't look like princes, he immediately looked handsome.

Yin Jiaming stopped smiling this time.

"Cuihua."

He turned to look at Zhao Cuihua with a serious tone:

"Lele's partner, you have to take good care of her, don't let her be deceived by bad men."

Zhao Cuihua knew in her heart that her big brother's mistake of worrying about everything had happened again.

"Okay, okay, I will check it out, I will check it out carefully."

He thought about it, and then said:

"Brother Ming, in fact, instead of asking me to guard Lele, it's better for you to get rid of the suspicion quickly, so you don't have to hide like this, and you can't do anything."

Yin Jiaming said in his heart that I really want to.

But if he followed the future development that Ah Rui told him, let alone redressing his grievances, he might not even be able to save his life.

However, he didn't want to and didn't want to say frustrating words in front of Zhao Cuihua, so he changed it to another sentence:

"Even if I get cleared of the suspicion, after such a big incident...the Ruibao Hotel may not be under my management in the future."

The sky gradually darkened.

It's not that the sunset is dark, but that the rain clouds are thicker.

Apparently, people in the cemetery also saw that the weather was getting darker, and the monks who were chanting speeded up the progress of the ceremony, and it was time to finish after burning the last basket of paper.

Zhao Cuihua clasped her hands together and bowed three times to the burning sacrificial fire.

"By the way, speaking of hotels..."

After paying his respects, he continued following Yin Jiaming's topic:

"The new manager can't hold the field, and we may have to change managers again soon."

"Who do you want to replace?"

Yin Jiaming asked:

"Do I know?"

He was really just asking this casually, but he didn't expect to hear Zhao Cuihua answer:

"Brother Ming, you really know each other!"

Yin Jiaming turned his head and asked in surprise:

"who is it?"

"Oh, Brother Yuan, Guan Tang and that shop."

Zhao Cuihua raised her eyelids and carefully glanced at Young Master Yin's expression before she dared to mention his father:

"I heard that he has been very popular with our boss recently. The boss seems to want him to manage our Ruibao Hotel."

Yin Jiaming: "You mean... Yuan Zhiqiu?"

Of course he knew this man.

Yuan Zhiqiu is an officer under his cheap father, three or five years older than Yin Jiaming, and has been working with Boss He since he was in his twenties.

There were rumors that he might also be Boss He's illegitimate son, but neither party admitted it, and Yin Jiaming never saw that person appear at the family banquet.

In the past, when Boss He was black and white, Yuan Zhiqiu often took care of some shady business for him. Later, the boss Jinpen washed his hands and no longer had any relationship with Taoism, so Yuan Zhiqiu was sent to manage Boss He's shops in Tanghe area.

Tanghe is not far from Ruibao Hotel, if Boss He intends to transfer the hotel to Yuan Zhiqiu, it seems reasonable...

……only……

Yin Jiaming frowned slightly.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

If he remembers correctly...

"Oh, right."

Zhao Cuihua was still babbling:

"Brother Yuan, he should come over today."

At this time, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"Well, let's talk about people, and people will arrive."

A black Bentley stopped in front of the cemetery, the door opened, and a yellow hair jumped out of the driver's seat and opened the door for someone.

Yin Jiaming saw a tall man get out of the car and climb up the steps of the cemetery.

The man was dressed in a black suit, but he was very formal and well-dressed.

And the accompanying yellow hair is obviously a gangster, with a black T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of faded jeans underneath, which is the same as Ah Hu's brothers.

Yin Jiaming: "..."

A certain strong sense of sight in his heart became more vivid.

"Hey, Brother Yuan can be regarded as kind and righteous."

Zhao Cuihua commented from the side:

"He met Ah Hu once before, and he even came to attend his funeral. He seems to be a good man..."

"What did you say?"

Yin Jiaming suddenly interrupted Zhao Cuihua's thoughts:

"Ahu met him? When did it happen?"