Chapter 1136: Prying the Coffin
She took her cell phone and tapped it in her hand.
“Forget it, I’m not in a hurry when he finishes handling the matter at hand. I can just find him later.”
Yan Chi: “If you don’t want him to find you "Brother will take you to find a place to stand later. I guess this road to the suburbs should be heading towards the cemetery."
Nan Jiaojiao then remembered that Bo Yanqing was in her arms just now. It seemed like I was holding a black and white photo.
She said "hmm" softly.
The car really drove to the cemetery.
Meian Cemetery.
Mu Mu is buried on the top of the mountain.
Bo Yanqing brought good wine. He poured two glasses, spilled one in front of the tombstone, drank the other by himself, and laughed to himself, "Sorry, we didn't have much chance to sit and drink together in the past. , I’m not a good drinker, just have a little taste. This is my son’s farewell drink.”
"Sorry, I'm late, I'm neglectful."
Deng Chan placed some fruits and cakes in front of the tombstone, whispered a few words, and then brought some canvases to cover them all .
Stood up, touched the corner of the tombstone with his hand, and whispered: "Old Mu, don't blame me, I know you are holding a breath in your heart, I will help you let it out, it hurts a little , just be patient."
After saying that, she waited, as if she was waiting for a response.
Unfortunately, except for the muffled voices and breathing sounds around her, the voice she wanted to hear did not appear.
Deng Chan clenched her fists slightly, but her bent joints were still pressed against the tombstone. She turned around and said, "Let's open the coffin."
As soon as the words fell, there was a moment of silence on the scene.
What followed was a frightened gasp.
They all looked at Deng Chan with incredible eyes.
Although the loss of her husband was excusable, was she too extreme? Why did she insist on holding on to the body? Everyone was dead, so why bother?
Deng Chan ignored those strange looks and looked at Bo Yanqing. "Yan Qing."
Bo Yanqing nodded, "Let's do the autopsy."
When leaving the hotel, Mr. Bo specially asked, but none of them I didn’t agree not to test it either.
Lao Bo’s people didn’t follow, and even if the news reached his ears, it would already be too late.
This area on the top of the Mei'an Cemetery can bury the whole body. Some rich people are superstitious and have to pay attention to the direction of the tombstone to protect the family and descendants.
But Mu Mu was indeed buried hastily, and the place where he lay was on the west side of the top of the mountain, not far from the cliff.
Anyone who knows a little bit about Feng Shui can feel that it is random.
In front of everyone, I really pried open Wan Mu’s coffin.
Deng Chan knelt on the side, put his hands on his legs, clenched his fists, and tensed up, looking at Hao Du for a moment.
He was wearing his favorite sportswear, which Deng Chan had bought for him in the spring. The size he bought at that time was very suitable. Only a short time later, he was so thin that his cheeks highlighted the shape of his bones. The clothes It's loose and loose, which shows how thin the body is inside.
When the wind blows, the hem of the clothes is lifted up, and the shape of the ribs can be roughly seen. The face is also pale and almost black, with eyes closed, giving a dull and sickly death look.
Deng Chan looked up at the sky and wiped the corners of her eyes twice with the back of her hand.
I didn’t let the tears fall.
When the body was dissected, she was already trembling all over, her mind was at a loss, and her eyes were still staring blankly at the dusk.
It was as if all the functions in his body had forgotten to respond, and he couldn't move his eyes away.
Obviously she was scared.
(End of this chapter)