Mu Mian didn't expect a dead man to answer his questions. He shook his head and laughed, mockingly saying, "No matter how tough or powerful you are, after you die, won't you still turn into a handful of ashes and be locked in this box with me, unable to get out?"
Mu Congjun in the photo actually looks quite honest and kind, a good, honest man at first glance. But appearances can be deceiving, and even the devil can be disguised as an honest person.
They say a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who digs holes. Mu Mian's biggest fear in life was becoming a violent and cruel alcoholic like his father.
Mu Mian stared at the photo in a daze for a while, then heaved a long sigh and said, "I'm different from you. I love my wife and care for my children. I'm different from you. I'm not a beast worse than pigs and dogs."
"Let's go. I'll come see you next year."
Mu Mian walked out of the resting hall and squinted his eyes when he saw the rising sun.
He got in the car and drove to the company. At this time, a plain-looking woman in a gray coat came out from behind the flowers, took out her cell phone, and called her employer.
"Miss Su, Mu Mian went to the resting place early this morning to pay his respects to his late father."
Su Beibei had been asleep for less than three hours when she received the call. She'd been so inspired the previous night that she'd stayed up all night writing, unable to stop typing until five in the morning.
She pressed her throbbing temples and said, "Okay, I got it." After hanging up the phone, Su Beibei sat at the head of the bed, thinking about all sorts of things, her mind a little confused.
She washed her face, toasted some bread and made herself a sandwich. Just as she took a bite of the sandwich, she received a video call from Li Li.
"Beibei." Li Li was driving. He glanced at Su Beibei in the camera and then looked intently at the front of the car.
Su Beibei reminded Li Li: "Just drive, don't look at me." Her cold voice was like a clear spring, flowing into Li Li's heart and dispelling the fatigue of not waking up.
Li Li curved his lips and smiled, and asked her: "Are you free tonight? I want to see you. I want to treat you to dinner. Do you know the Shenxiang Western Restaurant? Let's go there."
"It's so expensive there." Su Beibei had been there once and found the price-performance ratio too low, but the food was quite good. "Let's go somewhere else. There's no need to go somewhere so high-end."
Li Li said: "Today is my birthday."
Su Beibei put down the sandwich in her hand, stared at Li Li, and asked him, "29 or 30?"
Li Li rubbed his nose and said embarrassedly: "29 years old."
"Old man."
Li Li was shot in the mouth and smiled with a bit of sadness. "Please go easy on the birthday boy."
Su Beibei stopped teasing him and asked Li Li, "What gift do you want?"
Li Li stole a glance at her, staring at her lips as she ate, his imagination running wild. But he didn't dare to be distracted while driving, so he quickly withdrew his gaze.
"I want a kiss." Li Li said.
Su Beibei laughed and said, "I'll give you a double kiss."
"Really?" Li Li was a little expectant.
"I'm not lying to you." Su Beibei picked up the sandwich and started to bite into it. She said, "I'll come to your company to see you when I'm free tonight."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Su Beibei felt troubled. Although she was a writer with an imaginative mind, she was not good at dating.
She's not a romance novelist, she's a suspense novelist! She knows how to dismember a body without leaving any traces, but she doesn't know what gift to give to win her boyfriend's heart.
Su Beibei thought of the social skills of the top socialite Song Ci, and quickly took out her phone and sent her a WeChat message. Su Beibei: [Miss Song, what's a good gift for my boyfriend's birthday?]
It was late at night in Austria. Song Ci had fallen asleep and her phone was on silent mode, so she didn't see Su Beibei's message at all.
Seeing that Song Ci hadn't replied, Su Beibei realized that there was a seven-hour time difference between China and Austria, and that Song Ci must be asleep. Pouting, Su Beibei decided to go shopping on her own.
Su Beibei opened her closet and fell silent when she saw a wardrobe full of dark-themed dresses. Wearing a dark outfit on a date seemed a bit unreliable.
I should go buy some nice clothes.
In the morning, Su Beibei bought some clothes and a gift for Li Li, then went home to take a nap. In the afternoon, she drove alone to the resting place the private detective had mentioned.
There are many resting places in Wangdong City, but the one in front of her is the most luxurious. The hall is magnificent and golden. If Su Beibei didn't know that this was a resting place, she would have thought she had come to a big hotel.
She found Mu Congjun's urn.
Su Beibei was lost in thought for a moment as she stood before Mu Congjun's urn. She had recently been having people follow and investigate Mu Mian, but Mu Mian was a very clean man who left no trace, so it was not easy to catch him.
But Su Beibei believed Song Ci's inference about Mu Mian was correct. Mu Mian's rise from nothing to a multi-billionaire hadn't been easy. A man of his character wouldn't easily destroy such important evidence. He actually enjoyed playing hide-and-seek with the police, secretly gloating over the pleasure.
Where could he hide the evidence?
Su Beibei couldn't figure it out.
She had researched Mu Mian's family background and learned that he wasn't a native of the area, but rather a native of Haicheng in the south. His mother had hanged herself when he was in the third year of junior high school, and his father, Mu Congjun, though a seemingly honest and simple executive at a state-owned enterprise, was actually an alcoholic.
According to the survey, Mu Congjun has a very positive image within the company. He is honest, sincere, and dedicated to his work. However, his neighbors have mixed opinions about him.
Mu Congjun would sometimes beat his wife when he was drunk. After beating her, he would kneel down, hug his wife's waist and apologize, crying bitterly.
His wife has a love-hate relationship with him.
After his wife hanged herself, Mu Congjun never remarried, but instead played both father and mother, raising Mu Mian. Logically, their father-son relationship should have been good, but after Mu Mian came to Wangdongcheng to attend university, he hadn't returned to his hometown in Haicheng to visit his father once in four years.
It can be seen that there is a gap between the father and son.
After Mu Congjun's death, Mu Mian rushed back to Haicheng from Wangdong City, cremated his remains, and brought them back to this resting place. Every year on the anniversary of Mu Congjun's death, Mu Mian would visit him. But during the holidays, he never returned.
Su Beibei felt a little strange. Since Mu Mian hated his father, there was no need for him to come to worship him on his death anniversary every year. This was not like Mu Mian's style.
The golden urn in front of her was made into countless small squares. Su Beibei opened the door of the small square and saw an exquisite urn and a bottle of Erguotou inside.
Su Beibei stared at the Erguotou, a strange feeling flashing through her mind. Mu Mian's father had drowned after falling into a river while drunk, yet even after his father's death, Mu Mian had still sent him Erguotou every year. What did he mean?
Only after making sure that there was no problem in the resting hall did Su Beibei leave.
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