After everything was ready, Zhang Zhikai and I went to Zhang Junhao's house again.
Unexpectedly, when we came over, this guy was already dead on the bed, his eyes were wide open, but he had already given up his life.
This is what I expected. The death fog has already fallen from his eyes, and it is possible that his soul has fallen into hell. Naturally, people will not live long, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.
Zhang Zhikai obviously didn't know what happened. For a moment, his mind couldn't turn around at all, and he was just dumbfounded.
"He didn't have much time to begin with, so I'm sorry."
I lit a cigarette and said expressionlessly.
Most of the time, we can only maintain this indifferent attitude towards the death of others, especially those who have nothing to do with us.
What's more, I think it's not a pity that Zhang Junhao died like this. It can be said that everything he got to today is cause and effect.
"This...is impossible? He never said anything was wrong with his body..."
Zhang Zhikai looked at Zhang Junhao's body stupidly and said in disbelief.
"It's not that there is something wrong with his body, but that his soul has fallen into hell. He is guilty of two sins: lust and rage. The Lord of Hell took him away early."
I made up a random reason.
It should be true that Zhang Junhao's soul has fallen into hell. As for whether it was taken away by the Lord of Hell? I'm afraid only ghosts know this.
Zhang Zhikai did not show too much sadness. He was just silent for a while, and then he calmly accepted this "fact".
"Mr. Li, then...please show my brother the gravesite by the way. My sister-in-law is no longer here, and they don't have any children. I'll probably be the only one to take care of the funeral."
Zhang Zhikai sighed slightly and said.
"Can."
I nodded, just think of it as a one-stop service, I will take care of everything.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaomei suddenly ran in from outside. Then when she saw Zhang Junhao's body on the bed, she jumped on it and started crying.
Zhang Zhikai and I were a little dumbfounded when we saw it. It felt like she was showing her true feelings, but can this kind of relationship between a man and a woman really have true feelings?
"Xiaomei, don't be sad. It's impossible for a person like my brother to have true feelings for you."
Zhang Zhikai quickly went up and patted Xiaomei on the shoulder to comfort her.
Unexpectedly, this woman turned around, hugged Zhang Zhikai and started crying.
I was really crying. If I hadn't known that she was not Zhang Junhao's wife, I would have thought it was true love.
No matter what, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Whoever you love is your own choice.
I just lit a cigarette and went out, so I didn't have to listen to this woman howling.
But after I waited outside for a while, Zhang Zhikai suddenly came out, looked at me with a pale face and said, "My brother left all his inheritance to Xiaomei."
"What?"
As soon as I heard this, I frowned.
How can this be? Zhang Junhao was still cursing in the morning, saying that this woman just cares about his family property. How could he change hands and leave all his inheritance to this woman?
"are you sure?"
I looked at Zhang Zhikai in disbelief.
"Sure, he left a will."
Zhang Zhikai said with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"The will must be fake. It is impossible for your brother to leave his inheritance to that woman."
I chuckled, shook my head and said.
"But that will... my brother hired a lawyer to make it, and he also signed it, so it is fully legally binding."
Zhang Zhikai spread his hands as he spoke, and his face completely fell.
"Is there such a thing?"
I was also surprised when I heard this.
It seems like this woman really has some tricks up her sleeves? It's not in vain that she pretended to be affectionate after being beaten and angered.
Although Zhang Junhao knew it a long time ago, he still fell into the hands of this woman in the end.
I think that the will must not have been made voluntarily by Zhang Junhao. As for what happened? I'm afraid only the woman knows this.
However, this kind of thing is not within the scope of my responsibilities, so I will definitely not get involved in this kind of thing. It depends on what Zhang Zhikai plans.
"Then what are you going to do?"
I glanced at Zhang Zhikai and asked.
"What else can I do? Give it to her. Anyway, my brother and I have already divided the family property, and I have already got my half."
Zhang Zhikai spread his hands and said a little helplessly.
"Too."
I nodded and said with a bit of laughter: "You can't let your girl work in vain, can you?"
Zhang Zhikai looked at me speechlessly, but he didn't refute.
The family soon began to prepare for the funeral, and some relatives of the Zhang family came one after another, but there were not many people. It seemed that Zhang Junhao was not very popular.
I saw that it was still early, so I asked Zhang Zhikai to find two people and follow me to the back hill of the county.
Zhang Zhikai planned to keep everything simple for this funeral, so the three-day suspension of mourning was definitely avoided. It was estimated that the funeral would be held directly tomorrow, so the cemetery had to be scouted in advance, after all, a grave had to be dug.
I looked around the mountain, and Zhang Zhikai didn't have any requirements for the cemetery. He said it would be fine as long as there were no problems.
But out of professional ethics, I still found a good Feng Shui land, then determined the location and asked them to bring people over to dig the grave.
When I came back, the mourning hall had been decorated, filled with wreaths, the coffin had been bought, and the bodies had been put in it. However, the mourning hall was deserted, with only a few people coming to worship, and only Xiaomei was there alone, wearing sackcloth and mourning, crying.
Zhang Zhikai, his younger brother, did not wear mourning or mourning, but only wore a black armband on his left arm.
It is said that whether a person lives in vain depends on how many people come to see him off after his death. Judging from this situation, Zhang Junhao's life must have been in vain.
This funeral was really desolate to the extreme. The only person who cried for the deceased was the cat crying like a mouse.
I shook my head, and then went up to offer incense to the deceased.
No matter how much of an asshole this guy was in life, after all, people are dead and everything will return to dust.
I saw that it was almost time, so I rushed to the old house early.
When we came here, it was just getting dark.
At night, this old house looks even more gloomy.
I suddenly felt that under such circumstances, it would be quite scary to practice soul calling by myself, but I had already taken the job and received the money, so I still had to do it even if I had to bite the bullet, right?
