A few months later, my son and daughter suddenly came back from out of town and said they wanted to go home and spend two days with him.
Of course Mr. Zhao is happy. Since his son and daughter started working, they have spent less time together and more time apart.
However, he was still thinking about their business. His son and daughter said they were not busy recently and wanted to come back and have a look.
The old man is always easily moved. Seeing his children thinking about him so much, he must be convinced.
When they lived at home, Mr. Zhao was eager to give them all the good things.
But Mr. Zhao didn't know that his beloved son and daughter came here for his money this time, and even killed him in the end.
Mr. Zhao's house here and the pension on hand are a considerable amount of property.
Earlier, they said that business was sluggish, so Mr. Zhao helped him out. Later, when they asked again, Mr. Zhao said that after he died, they could just share the money equally.
But they both had their own ideas. The daughter wanted to open a shop, and the son wanted to buy a house. They heard that Mrs. Zhao still had a lot of money here, so they came here after hearing the smell.
How harmonious the family of three was at the table, how cruel what happened next would be.
Both siblings were embarrassed to speak, after all, they had taken a lot before.
You two look at me, I look at you, you are too embarrassed to say it at the dinner table.
As evening approached, my son asked.
"Dad, how much savings do you have left?"
Mr. Zhao looked at his son and said a number.
The eyes of the son and daughter both lit up. Mr. Zhao's savings are indeed quite large.
"I don't have many years to live. When I die, these will be left to you." Mr. Zhao said with a smile.
One sentence made both of them embarrassed to say any more.
In the evening, the siblings got together to discuss.
"We are all in urgent need, and we can't wait much longer."
The daughter was still a little hesitant, "Didn't Dad say that he would give it to us after he died?"
"Who knows when he will die? You see, he is a hundred years old and he can still go out for a walk every day." The son said slightly irritably.
The two looked at each other and fell silent. They saw greed and murderous intent in their eyes.
Money has a way of bringing out the worst thoughts in people.
One night, Mr. Zhao counted his savings. He saw the hesitation of his son and daughter and thought that they must have encountered some difficulties and were embarrassed to tell them.
He put the money under his pillow to give it to them tomorrow.
While he was sleeping, Mr. Zhao's door was opened, his daughter was holding a pillow, and his son was walking behind her.
A pillow covered Old Mrs. Zhao's face tightly. The son stepped forward and strangled Mr. Zhao's neck.
Within a few minutes, Mrs. Zhao died.
The son and daughter shivered in fear. The son stepped forward and tried to breathe.
"Dead, dead."
Mr. Zhao never thought that he would die because of his children's greed.
After Mr. Zhao died, they made great plans to sell the house after he was buried, then take the money and leave the village.
They never expected that Mr. Zhao would fake a corpse one night.
On the night of the corpse fraud, both of their souls were frightened, and it took a lot of effort to nail Mrs. Zhao back into the coffin.
Mrs. Zhao's son hammered a lot of nails on it, for fear that Mr. Zhao would run out again.
Because of this incident, they were frightened for several days, and everyone was invited to see it, trying to suppress Mr. Zhao.
