No, we have to do it again!
Liang Yuanque is really helpless. Recently, it seems like he has provoked a god. He is being beaten wherever he goes.
Although no one can hit them.
Not to mention him, even Zhuang Youjie was somewhat used to it and no longer had the panic at the beginning.
He hid behind Liang Yuanque and whispered, "Are they going to beat us?"
"Ang," Liang Yuanque said calmly, "You run away first in a while, and I will stop and let you run outside the yard."
"I know." Master Zhuang has already gained experience in escaping.
The atmosphere in the small inner courtyard was extremely tense. The two sides were facing each other, and a battle seemed about to break out.
Zhuang Youjie got Liang Yuanque's command and was about to run away when he saw the concierge rushing into the yard crawling.
"No, it's not good, sir!"
The concierge shouted and rushed to Mr. Song's side. His feet were unsteady and he fell down at Mr. Song's feet with a plop.
"You bastard, what's the name of a dog?" Mr. Song was startled by him and angrily lifted him up from the ground.
"Yes, yes, it's that..."
The concierge stammered, but before he could say anything, Mr. Song already understood what happened.
Because Huang Jingye took the lead and led a large group of sturdy young men into the inner courtyard of the Song family.
"Old, brother, what do you mean?"
Seeing this posture, Mr. Song immediately became like the concierge and started to stutter when he spoke.
"what do you mean?"
Huang Jingye felt the atmosphere in the courtyard and asked,
"What, are you trying to bully the gentleman I invited?"
"No, I don't dare, it's just a bit of a misunderstanding..."
Mr. Song's voice became less and less confident when he spoke.
Huang Jingye stopped paying attention to him and turned to look at Liang Yuanque, as if waiting for his instructions.
So Liang Yuanque said to him,
"Master Huang, let the brothers take care of the yard. From now on, no one is allowed in or out, no one is allowed in!"
Huang Jingye understands this truth. Since his sister was killed by someone and she just died, the murderer should still be here.
He nodded to his men and asked them to follow Liang Yuanque's instructions.
After Liang Yuanque finished speaking, he moved a step and exposed the body lying flat behind him.
Even though she was covered with a white sheet, how could Huang Jingye not recognize his sister?
He rushed over and looked at the bloody stains on the sheets. Grief was pounding into his heart like a tide.
It was obvious that he had seen his sister yesterday, and it was obvious that his sister could still talk to him yesterday.
In just one day, I only went out to look for someone, and a living person turned into a cold corpse.
Huang Jingye clutched a corner of the white sheet, never having the courage to lift it up and face it.
Seeing his sister being placed on the ground without even a mat underneath her, Huang Jingye took a deep breath, stood up and glared at Master Song,
"Who asked you to carry my sister out? Why don't you just put her on the ground like this!"
"Ah, this, this..." Mr. Song stuttered, not knowing what to say.
On the other hand, a woman who has been following him seems to have a very tricky temper, and her mouth is indeed very sharp.
"Uncle Huang, it's not like you don't know the rules here. The dead can't stay in the room where the living live. They have to be taken out quickly."
Huang Jingye was overcome with grief. When the mother-in-law said this, his face turned red with anger, but for a while he couldn't think of anything to refute.
Liang Yuanque couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and held Huang Jingye's shoulders, slightly raising his chin towards the mother-in-law,
"What are you doing? My uncle is talking to your master, how can you interrupt!"
Huang Jingye tried to calm down and called his two brothers over, asking them to help carry Sister Huang's body back to the room.
The talkative woman wanted to stop her, but Master Song stopped her.
"Just let him go. He's so menacing. Aren't you afraid that he will tear you apart?"
After Mr. Song opened his mouth, the old woman shut up in anger.
Several people carefully lifted Sister Huang's body and carried it to the room. Liang Yuanque hurriedly greeted Zhuang Youjie, and the two of them followed in.
After entering, Liang Yuanque immediately closed the door.
Although Mr. Huang brought people to control the situation, he had to avoid saying some things to the Song family.
Looking at his sister's desolate body, Huang Jingye was in agony and fell to the floor slumped.
Liang Yuanque went over and touched his shoulder to express comfort.
"Mr. Huang, I know you are very sad when a loved one passes away, but now is not the time to be sad."
Huang Jingye raised his head and looked at him, sighing deeply in his throat.
"Mr. Liang, please tell me what you discovered."
Liang Yuanque organized his words a little and told Huang Jingye what he had just discovered on the body.
Mr. Huang listened and clenched his back molars.
"The bastard must be Song Yunsheng, the bastard. He killed my sister just to have a child."
Today, in this room that is used as a delivery room, although it is not yet known who the murderer is, it is unmistakable that what happened here was a murder.
And the strangeness of Sister Huang's body cannot be escaped from the fact that it was caused by the Song family.
But what is unclear is whether the Song family had premeditated to make Sister Huang look like this, or did they inadvertently give her the wrong medicine in order to have a son?
But no matter what kind of speculation, Huang Jingye was right. The Song family, especially Mr. Song, was closely involved in Sister Huang's death.
Liang Yuanque could not see anything else on the body, but he had not yet searched the room where the murder occurred.
"Mr. Huang, I have to check this room and ask for your help. Don't let the Song family come in and disturb you for the time being."
"Okay, I'll watch the door. If anyone wants to come in, I'll unload on him."
Mr. Huang was deeply hit by the sudden bad news. After avoiding the Song family, he became listless.
Hearing Liang Yuanque's request, he almost subconsciously responded casually without thinking about it carefully at first.
But when he saw Liang Yuanque investigating in a particularly methodical manner starting from the bed in the room, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Are all Feng Shui gentlemen like this?
Business people are all superstitious. In the past, Mr. Huang often dealt with various fortune tellers and feng shui gentlemen when he was outside in the business field.
But this Mr. Liang gave people a different feeling from the Feng Shui masters he had seen before.
Is it because he is a practical person with real talents and practical knowledge, or is it because he is not a Feng Shui fan at all?
Mr. Huang looked at Liang Yuanque who was looking at every corner of the bed. He felt that he was not like a Feng Shui master, but more like a kind of person he had unexpectedly seen before.
Speak up for the dead and run for the truth.
Huang Jingye remembers that their profession is called...
detective!
