Chapter 301 Mr. Shen, your sister died in a fire. Please sign the death certificate and claim the body.

On the seventh day after Shen Zhichu's death, the Shen family in Rongcheng was in chaos.

Zhao Qian asked the police to bring the news of Shen Zhichu's death to the Shen family, and asked someone there to sign Shen Zhichu's death certificate and claim the body.

Properly arranging Shen Zhichu's body is not only good for Li Jingshen, but also for Shen Zhichu.

When Shen Zhichu died, he definitely didn't want his body to be ruined like this by Li Jingshen.

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When Shen Xiuli received the call from the J City Public Security Bureau, he was completely stunned. Shen Zhichu was dead? How could such a troublemaker like her die?

Shen Xiuli didn't believe it. He held the phone in his hand and stood there stiffly as if struck by lightning. The blood color on his face gradually disappeared.

He hadn't asked about Shen Zhichu for a long time, so long that he almost forgot his only biological sister.

How old is Shen Zhichu?

Shen Xiuli never remembered anything. He only knew that his mother was dead... 27 years ago.

When Shen Zhichu was at home, he cursed her with the most vicious words, calling her a worthless person, a money-loser, a disaster, and that she was the one who killed his mother, so why wasn't she the one who died in the first place!

And now someone called to tell him.

——"Mr. Shen, your sister's body is in J City. Please come and claim it. She died in a fire..."

Shen Xiuli collapsed to the ground like a deboned snake. The pain in his head instantly spread to every corner of his body, and even the prosthetic limb on his right wrist was shaking with pain.

His legs were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't even stand up. His vision also went black. The temporary blindness made Shen Xiuli fall into helplessness and panic, like a scarecrow with its support pulled away. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he murmured in a hoarse voice: "She's dead, really dead, it's good that she died... This disaster, the scourge that killed my parents... I won't claim her. I don't have a sister like her. Let her fend for herself..."

He should be happy that Shen Zhichu is dead. His hands are disabled because of her. His parents' death and the Shen family's decline are also because of her. A scourge like her should have died long ago.

But why were his eyes wet and his vision blurred? The tears gathered in his eye sockets kept falling down, flowing down his cheeks to his jaw, and finally hitting his right prosthesis coldly.

The sister he once cursed day and night has now become a cold corpse in a foreign land.

Shen Xiuli didn't know when the phone was hung up. He sat on the ground in a daze, from afternoon to dusk and then to dawn. The weather was already cold, and his soul was trembling with cold.

He didn't know how long he sat on the ground. He felt dizzy and his head was swollen, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Ever since his hands became disabled, Shen Xiuli has been in a slump. He stays at home all day and rarely goes out. His pretty face has become paler and paler, but now, after a night of cold, his face looks as sick as old paper.

The servants in the house had already taken their annual leave to go back home for the New Year. The empty house was eerily quiet, so the sudden knock on the door startled him.

He staggered to his feet, crawling over to open the door, his entire body practically hanging on it. Looking at the person knocking on the door, Shen Xiuli was startled: "Why is it you?"

Standing outside the door was Qin Mo, whom he hadn't seen for more than two years. He had returned to China and saw a news report on his phone about Li Jingshen's engagement.

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Qin Mo saw Shen Xiuli's dejected look and couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong with you?"

He had been busy with research during the two years he was abroad and didn't know a lot about things in China. He only got some of the "news" about Shen Zhichu when he called his family.

Shen Zhichu had lost contact with him a year and a half ago. Qin Mo was worried about her but could do nothing. He wanted to contact her, but was afraid that Li Jingshen would find out and embarrass her.

He could only turn his longing into motivation and work hard on research in the hope of producing results as soon as possible to save Shen Zhichu.

Now that there has been new progress in cancer research, he returned to China with the results. However, when he returned to Chengdu, he lost contact with Shen Zhichu. He asked his family members, but everyone he asked was preoccupied and perfunctory.

He had no choice but to come here to find Shen Xiuli, hoping to find out from him where Shen Zhichu was so that he could take her away for treatment.

Shen Xiuli didn't answer him directly. He had caught a cold after being cold all night, and his throat felt like it was stuck with a thorn. He said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Zhichu? Do you know where she is?"

As soon as Qin Mo asked the question, he saw that Shen Xiuli's eyes turned red, with bloodshot wrapped around the whites of his eyes. His dark pupils lost their usual luster and looked as dark as ink stained by mist.

Qin Mo had an uneasy premonition in his heart, but before he could even think about it, he saw Shen Xiuli move his lips and utter three words.

"She's dead."

Qin Mo blinked his dry eyes, pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, and sneered: "I didn't come here today to listen to you curse her. Where is she?"

Chen Xiuli's scarlet eyes met Qin Mo's, his expression more serious than ever before, and he spoke word by word, "I said she's dead! Just yesterday, the Public Security Bureau in J City called me and said she died in a fire and asked me to sign her death..."

"Bang!" Before Shen Xiuli could finish his words, Qin Mo punched him hard in the face. He was weak and fell to the ground with his butt. Before he could react, Qin Mo came over and grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

Chen Xiuli tilted his head dejectedly, looking at the pair of hands that were clutching his collar, the knuckles turning white from the force, and the tendons on the back of the hands bulging.

"You're lying to me! How could she be in J City? How could she die?!" Qin Mo's heart was trembling violently. The pain involved his flesh and blood, even his lips trembled and his breathing became disordered.

Chen Xiuli slowly raised his left hand and placed it on Qin Mo's wrist, saying mechanically, "It would be better if she died. She deserved it. My hand was broken because of her, and my parents died because of her. I won't collect her body. Take the number of the Public Security Bureau in J City, and you can do whatever you want with her... I never had this sister..."

"Are you even a human being?" Qin Mo was so angry that he was shaking all over and his eyes were bloodshot. He was so angry that he slapped him twice, trying to wake him up.

Shen Xiuli has a bad temper. He once relied on the Shen family to bully others and directed all his badness at Shen Zhichu.

Normally, Chen Xiuli would get irritable if provoked at the slightest, but now he was like a puppet in Qin Mo's hands, letting him beat and scold him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression gloomy.

The more Shen Xiuli acted like this, the more scared Qin Mo became. He was afraid that what he said was true and Shen Zhichu was really dead.

Listening to Shen Xiuli's vicious words, he wanted to beat him to death.

Qin Mo grabbed Shen Xiuli's collar, pressing down on his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Don't you know how your hand was broken? You gambled and lost money, and tricked Zhichu into the casino to keep you safe. How did she treat you, and how did you treat her?"

"She's your biological sister, not your enemy. She's been so devoted to your family, yet she hasn't even received a shred of sympathy from you!"

"Do you know that she was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer three years ago and she didn't have long to live? She went for the examination alone, received IV drips and injections in the hospital alone, vomited blood and fainted alone, and you didn't even know about her pregnancy, miscarriage, and critical illness notice!" Qin Mo's breathing was rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed that what flowed out was not tears but blood.

Shen Xiuli felt like there was something stuck in his throat. He clenched his left hand tightly. His left hand had its tendons cut, and whenever he exerted force, it would hurt like being pricked by needles. But now he seemed to have lost consciousness, and tears began to flow from his originally dry and stinging eyes.

Shen Zhichu was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer three years ago? How could that be possible? At that time, she was still with Li Jingshen.

Shen Xiuli shook his head in a daze, choking and muttering, "If she had stomach cancer, why didn't she divorce Li Jingshen?"

Qin Mo said: "It's because of you, a loser, that she couldn't divorce Li Jingshen and had to endure his torture. Shen Xiuli, you really don't deserve to be her brother!"

——Chen Xiuli, you are really not worthy of being her brother.

Shen Xiuli's tears flowed more and more violently. Qin Mo let go of him with one hand. He immediately fell to his knees with a panicked look, as if he had lost something important and precious.

"Qin Mo, do you think you're any good? You're living a carefree life abroad, but have you ever asked about Shen Zhichu in Chengdu? On the day she and Li Jingshen went to court for their divorce, she nearly banged her head against the wall!" Shen Xiuli raised his trembling left hand, pointing at Qin Mo with every word piercing his heart, "It was your father who gave false testimony for Li Jingshen, saying that she transferred 800 million yuan of marital assets and that she was mentally ill!"