Chapter 1130 Autopsy
Bo Li regretted a little, he shouldn't have been so tough when talking to Bo Yanqing at the beginning.
On the other hand, I was worried that he would really cause trouble at the funeral.
I have carefully considered my words before speaking again, "The burial time was checked by a Feng Shui master. It would be very bad for my second brother to miss this time. I know you are angry. Let's talk about it when we get back. Let's go first. The funeral was successfully completed, okay?”
Okay?
Even though he softened his tone later, he still accused Bu Yan Qing of being ignorant both inside and outside his words.
Shouldn’t he make a scene?
“It’s okay to be buried. I’ve invited the forensic doctor to come over.”
Bo Li’s heart skipped a beat, “What are you going to do?”
“Open the coffin and conduct an autopsy.”
"Open..."
There was an uproar among the guests.
Many people don’t understand, and no one leaves. Everyone wants to know more about the struggle within the wealthy Bo family.
Bo Li's face completely darkened, "Nonsense! What are you questioning? Could it be that someone in the family killed the second brother? I told you that he died not honorably, not to mention You said that if you want to conduct an autopsy in public, you will disturb the guests and disrespect the body of the second brother. As a son, is it so difficult for you to let him go away with dignity?"
Bo Yanqing's dark eyes were light. His forehead was as sharp as a knife, his aloof aura, and the slight frown between his brows made people feel chilly and trembling from the bottom of his heart.
He stared at Bo Li with an almost indifferent look, and said coldly: "It is precisely to let my father die in a dignified manner that I want to do an autopsy. The corpse cannot speak, but the most honest thing is, maybe let Did I find some secret?"
Bo Li's heart dropped in vain.
He was racking his brains on how to stop it.
A group of people suddenly rushed in.
The bodyguards opened the way, and at least five forensic doctors in white coats came in.
They all stood behind Bo Yanqing.
He injured one of his legs, but the aura of the superior did not diminish at all. Even with a cane and one leg slightly raised, he could not hide the awe-inspiring self-confidence in his bones. "Uncle, are you going to give in or not?"
Bo Li trembled all over.
“That means giving in.”
Bo Yanqing glanced at Mo Ting and understood immediately. He ordered a few bodyguards and got tools from nowhere to pry open the sealed coffin.
"Let's see who dares to move!"
Suddenly, a voice like a bell, filled with great anger, resounded throughout the funeral scene.
Bo Lao appeared at the door.
Aunt Wen stood beside him, helping him walk inside.
One step at a time, the cane made a sharp sound on the ground.
The whole hall became quiet. Wherever Mr. Bo passed by, the people around him lowered their heads and respectfully called him, "Mr. Bo."
No one responded to Mr. Bo.
Go straight ahead.
To the black and white image of dusk.
He raised his hand slightly, and Aunt Wen took back the hand holding him and stood silently behind.
Bo Lao looked up at Bo Mu's photo, with tears in his eyes. The corners of his mouth and eyebrows appeared to be stretched too much because of the anger on his face.
"Mu'er, look at the good son you raised. He has not been close to you since he was a child. After his death, he made a big fuss at your funeral. Even though he was related by blood, he was so unscrupulous. You behaved like this even after you died. Situation, if I die in the future, what will happen to me? Do you know it under Jiuquan?"
Bo Lao's hand holding the cane tightened, and the skin on the back of his hand became loose. The bones are showing.
The crutch was pushed downwards, his body was shaking with anger, and a sound burst out from between his lips and teeth——
(End of this chapter)