Chapter 25
Su Yun's words scared Li He so much that he immediately loosened his hand that was pinching the rooster's neck. At least he didn't loosen his hand that was holding the rooster, otherwise he would have to grab it all over the ground.
Without anyone grabbing its neck, the rooster immediately started clucking again, so loud that it was likely that it could be heard even at the foot of the mountain.
Li He rarely looked embarrassed. He tried to cover the rooster's mouth with difficulty, and was bitten several times. "Miss Su, what's going on? How come Mr. Wu's life is in the hands of this... rooster? Didn't I just buy it?"
"The crowing of the rooster reminds people that the sun is about to rise and that they should get up when the day breaks. What does it mean if a person is alive but does not wake up after hearing the crowing of the rooster?" Su Yun withdrew his hand, stood up and touched the rooster. After touching it a few times, the rooster stopped crowing.
This question was too difficult for Li He, a materialist, to answer. He had no idea what was going on, so Lin Lang, who was standing beside him, answered for him: "Mr. Wu Jin has inhaled the corpse gas of the zombies and has now become rigid. The rooster cannot wake him up. This rooster must be alive and crow until it can wake Mr. Wu Jin up."
Su Yun was very satisfied with Lin Lang, the on-site commentator: "That's what I mean. Anyway, this chicken can't be killed for now. It will be a bit noisy if it keeps crowing, so we will let it crow later."
Li He was stunned after hearing this. According to his idea, Wu Jin should be sent to the hospital now, but Wu Jin had told him before that if he couldn't make it, he should listen to Su Yun. So he couldn't say go to the hospital, but was like a puppet, doing whatever Su Yun said.
"Assistant Li, please find a rope to tie the big rooster to the corner of the table first, and I'll see what to do with it." Su Yun returned to her sofa and sat down, rummaging through her Qiankun bag. She didn't think too much about it this time, and she didn't know if she brought enough things.
Li Heyi really didn't know where to find a rope. It was understandable for ordinary families who raised chickens and ducks to buy thin ropes, but wealthy families like the Wu family would not raise poultry in the yard. Instead, they would prepare them somewhere else and send them directly to him. Even if the poultry were alive, they would be killed on the spot at most, and would not let the poultry live any longer.
Li He searched the utility room for a long time but found only thicker hemp ropes, which seemed to be used to tie trees or shelves and could not be used to tie a rooster.
There was no other choice, so Li He went to find the chef and the maid who had gotten up early, and finally got a red plastic rope. The problem was that it was not very long, and if he tied it, it would probably crawl around Wu Jin's head.
But I can't care about much now, as long as it can be used.
Li He came back from the kitchen holding the chicken. His aunt had already tied the rooster's feet for him. He just had to tie the other end of the rope to the leg of the coffee table.
In just a short while, Li He returned to the coffee table and saw that the area under Wu Jin's eyes had turned blue and black, and his entire face was a strange blue-black color. It looked abnormal, as if he had been poisoned.
"Ms. Su! Mr. Wu he--" Li He looked anxiously at Su Yun who was standing beside him calmly.
"Don't be nervous, this is all normal. It's hard for zombies to wake up in broad daylight. Don't worry." Su Yun said without raising her head, trying to rummage through her Qiankun bag. She had already put out an ink fountain, a brush, cinnabar, and yellow paper. It seemed that she had all the tools.
Li He was stunned by her words and quickly tied the big cock to the table leg: "Ms. Su, I am worried about Mr. Wu's health. He seems to be blue all over..."
Hearing this, Su Yun looked up at Wu Jin, then lowered his head again: "Oh, that's because his blood is coagulating rapidly, so his whole body is blue. I'll get him back later and the blood will circulate again."
Li He, who had been able to remain calm, suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted when he heard Su Yun say that Wu Jin turned black due to blood coagulation. The matter was beyond his understanding, and he could only believe that Su Yun really had a solution.
Su Yun finally prepared everything. She finally took out a set of small knives, which were all very small. The knives inside were beyond Li He's comprehension. Only Lin Lang saw it and widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect Su Yun even had these.
"Miss Su, this is..." Li He couldn't help but ask, worried that those strange knives would be used on Wu Jin.
"To put it simply, it's an enhanced version of the castration kit." Su Yun said very calmly.
Li He felt that his worldview was almost gone: "Castrated chicken? Why do you carry this with you?" And he just realized that Su Yun took all these things out of that small cloth bag! Like a magic trick!
Hearing this, Su Yun opened the knife box and explained, "Didn't you see the castrated chicken in the market? A skilled master can castrate a chicken without bleeding at all, it's this special set of knives. Of course, I don't want to castrate the chicken, I just want to take some blood from a special place. This kind of knife won't hurt too badly, otherwise the big rooster will die later."
Any animal may die from infection from a minor wound, or simply from being scared to death. The ancients invented special tools in order to achieve their goals while keeping poultry and livestock alive. For example, pigs in foreign countries are not castrated, so the meat is not tasty.
Afterwards, Li He felt that he had witnessed a miracle - Su Yun used those crooked little knives to take blood from the comb and heart of the rooster, and the rooster was still alive and kicking, and still looked very energetic, not like someone had taken blood from important parts of the rooster.
Su Yun poured the blood into his jade square inkstone, mixed it with ink and cinnabar, stirred it into black and red ink, dipped some with a brush, and began to draw talismans.
After drawing the yellow talisman, Su Yun pasted it on his body and blew it dry. Then he looked up at Li He and then at Lin Lang.
Lin Lang knew what she was going to do, so he raised his hand, cut a wound on his fingertips, and then pointed at Wu Jin's forehead.
As soon as Lin Lang's blood, which was covered in purple and gold light, touched Wu Jin's head, Wu Jin suddenly trembled as if in great pain. Su Yun quickly attached his yellow talisman on Wu Jin's head, and it was stuck to Lin Lang's fingertips by the blood.
After affixing the yellow talisman, Wu Jin suddenly stopped shaking, and the blue color on his body even slowly faded away, and he turned pale and tired again.
Su Yun took out the small bottle he had taken out early in the morning, as well as a very sharp knife. When the green color on Wu Jin's body retreated to the middle finger of his left hand, he took the knife and poked a small hole on the tip of Wu Jin's middle finger. Smelly, thick, and black blood flowed out, and there seemed to be something black moving in the blood.
There was about ten milliliters of this thick blood, and what flowed out afterwards was all red blood. Su Yun quickly moved the bottle away to prevent the red blood from dripping into his own small bottle, then quickly covered it and sealed it with cinnabar, yellow mud, and yellow talismans.
"Okay, Assistant Li, find a Band-Aid to bandage Wu Jin." After saying that, Su Yun began to clean up his messy things.
"Ah, okay!" Li He quickly came back to his senses and hurried to find the medicine box. Fortunately, it was very obvious and was in the living room.
After Su Yun put away the knives and the small bottle, he looked at his inkwell and simply poured the remaining ink into it. He then took a piece of cotton thread and dipped it in the ink. After Li He had bandaged Wu Jin's wound, Su Yun directly handed the inkwell to him: "Assistant Li, you are already familiar with it. Take out the cotton thread and tie it around Wu Jin's wrist."
Upon hearing this, Li He waved his hands and said, "No, no... I don't know how to do this."
Seeing his nervous look, Su Yun smiled muffledly: "You don't need to know how to do it. I just don't want to wash my hands. Just tie it up casually."
Seeing that Su Yun didn't seem to be lying, Li He tentatively reached into the inkwell to take out the wet cotton thread. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but after touching the ink, he always felt that it was alive and had a strange feel. He comforted himself that it might be because of the cinnabar.
After tying the dyed black cotton thread to Wu Jin's wrists, Li He's hands, the sofa, and Wu Jin's clothes were all black. Looking at his hands that seemed to be unable to be washed clean in a short time, Li He muttered in his heart: It's Su Yun's fault for not wanting to do it. It really doesn't look good to have black hands.
"I have tied up Miss Su." Li He stood up and showed Su Yun the slipknot he had tied.
"Well, there's no problem now. I'll let the rooster continue crowing. As long as Wu Jin can wake up, I'll go to the funeral home to buy some dietary therapy recipes. The disease won't recur." Su Yun said, and stretched out his hand to pat the rooster's back gently. The rooster immediately crowed loudly.
At this time, the sun was just rising slowly, and the golden-red sun illuminated the entire villa through the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the living room. Even the crystal chandelier above the head seemed dim under such natural light.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, Wu Jin slowly woke up. He felt that he was not that tired, but there was something strange on his face and hands. He raised his hand and wanted to touch something on his face, but was hurriedly stopped by Li He.
Li He was the first to notice that Wu Jin had woken up, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Wu, don't move yet. Miss Su, Mr. Wu is awake, can you cut off the yellow talisman?"
Su Yun was playing a game and responded casually, "Of course, it's OK. It won't be a big problem once the person wakes up. But don't wash the blood off the head yet. That blood can prevent the corpse qi in the villa from invading the human body again. Oh, Lin Lang, draw a line on Assistant Li's palm as well."
Wu Jin, who had no idea what was going on, sat up slowly, waiting for them to explain. Li He looked at Su Yun in surprise, "Do I want one too?"
Without saying a word, Lin Lang cut his healed fingertip again and dotted the blood directly on Li He's palm. Then he went over and wanted to dot Su Yun's hand as well, but Su Yun dodged it.
Su Yun took advantage of a break in the game and smiled and shook his head at Lin Lang: "I don't need it. Your blood and the things in this room will not have any effect on me."
After hearing this, Lin Lang remembered the purple light that retreated from Su Yun's body when he patted his arm before, so he did not ask Su Yun to light it up just in case. Su Yun's situation was special, so perhaps it was best not to use it.
"You... who has time to explain to me what happened?" Wu Jin quickly asked while they were talking. He felt like he was so sleepy that he took a nap. After waking up, his body felt much more relaxed. He no longer had the feeling of being so sleepy that his whole body ached and he was on his last breath before he went to sleep. But now he had a yellow talisman on his head, a Band-Aid on the middle finger of his left hand, and a wet black line on his wrist.
"Do you remember that I told you that you have been parasitized by the seeds of resentment?" After Su Yun finished this game, he simply stopped playing, put away his phone and looked at Wu Jin.
Wu Jin nodded with the yellow talisman on his head, looking a little funny: "Remember, so I became like this because I turned into a zombie?"
Seeing that he wanted to remove the yellow talisman but didn't dare to, Su Yun reached out and removed it for him: "You are in a state of zombie. The resentment seeds I told you about before are actually a general term. They can be broken down into corpse qi, demon qi, ghost qi, etc. Corpse qi is the breath of a corpse. If you are infected with corpse qi, you will become a zombie, but you will not be so lucky as to become a living zombie like Aunt Wu. Instead, you will be killed by the corpse qi and become a very low-level zombie."
After this explanation, Wu Jin understood. Ever since he saw Aunt Wu's resurrection, he had studied all these messy things. Regardless of whether they were right or wrong, at least he had a concept: "So I should be fine now, right?"
"I have just removed the existing corpse qi from you. You won't become stiff immediately because of the corpse qi, but you have to keep moving. A zombie, a zombie, a stiff corpse can't move. If you want to live, you can't stop, you have to keep moving, otherwise the seed in your body will still emit new corpse qi, and then the blood in your body will coagulate again. When a person's blood coagulates, he dies." Su Yun gave a serious reminder without a smirk.
"It's okay to keep moving, but what about these..." Wu Jin raised his hand, the cotton thread on it was not dry yet.
Su Yun blinked his eyes. "It is an item that can temporarily expel the corpse qi from your body, and it can prevent you from being attacked again in this villa. However, even Lin Lang's blood can only last for three days. After three days, the blood will dry up and become useless. So if you have anything to do in the villa, it's best to finish it within three days. Then come back to the funeral home with me and let the master chef give you a diet therapy for a few days to completely remove the corpse qi seeds in your body."
Wu Jin had no objection to Su Yun's arrangement, but was still a little confused: "Besides me, what about the servants in the villa? Should we dismiss them first, or just seal off the floors above the second floor?"
In this regard, Su Yun considered the Feng Shui of the villa and said, "I suggest that you keep a few servants with strong fate to clean the house for at least a month, and do a thorough cleaning every day. If there are no servants with strong fate, it is best to give them all a holiday. Once your affairs are settled, you can hire others with strong fate to come and clean the house."
Even among ordinary people, some have strong destinies. They are born immune to gods and ghosts and are natural materialistic warriors. A little corpse qi cannot shake their destinies, so it is best to have people with strong destinies to clean the house.
"But, aren't people with strong destiny people like Mr. Wu?" Li He said in a low voice.
"Not only that, there are many levels of strong destiny. There are those like Brother Wu Jin who have both power and money, and there are also those who are born as strong as wild dogs. They may not be rich in their lives, but it is poverty and hardship that make them ignore the threats of ghosts and gods. The laws of human survival are not necessarily related to destiny. Even a person with a very bad destiny may be born into a wealthy family." Su Yun roughly explained the concept to them and did not elaborate.
Fate and destiny are not static. There is not much that can be revealed from the eight characters of birth. It also depends on the parents' environment. So people often say that a certain master's calculations are inaccurate. In fact, it is not necessarily inaccurate. It is because the master has not calculated the fate of all the client's relatives. Only after the calculation can you know the most accurate situation, otherwise it will only be a rough estimate.
This leads to the situation that many people seem to have very strong destinies, but do not live so well. Some people have very weak destinies and are destined to die early, but have not suffered much in their lives. Fortune and fate are always under influence. Some people's destinies can be seen at a glance because their living environment is even shallower than their destinies, and the ending can be guessed at a glance.
Wu Jin thought for a moment and understood what Su Yun meant: "Su Yun, you mean to find someone who is not afraid of ghosts and absolutely does not believe in them. They are often doing low-level jobs and can be hired as long as you pay."
"Yes, it's the same thing. The suffering caused by the rules of human survival has little to do with fate. It depends on kinship and one's own character. The most typical example is Mo Qingtao. Her fate is not bad, but she is not destined to be rich. So the first thing she lost after she had an affair was her wealth. Fortunately, her fate held up." Su Yun sighed and said. No matter how many times she thought about it, she felt that Mo Qingtao was really unlucky.
"Okay, Li He, you take note of it, and then go see if everyone in the villa is awake. Those who are awake, come over first, and I'll count the number of people. As for looking at the horoscopes, I'll leave it to you, Su Yun." Without saying a word, Wu Jin took out the document that the housekeeper Uncle Wu sent him last night, looking like he was ready to work.
Su Yun leaned back in his chair and couldn't help thinking, no wonder he is the heir, he is almost turning into a zombie but still can roll around, he deserves to inherit the family business and be worth billions - Wu Yu, who was still sleeping in Bincheng, sneezed violently.
According to the usual arrangement, the chef and the gardener are the first to get up. They have to prepare breakfast for the old man and take care of all the flowers and plants in the villa. After they start preparing, it is the turn of the aunts, and finally the young servants. The daily routine is basically divided according to age.
Since the old man was not at home today, the chefs got up early and prepared only the simplest Western breakfast as Li He said. The Chinese breakfast that the old man usually liked was not prepared today. As soon as he finished cooking, he was called to the living room by Li He.
Wu Jin sat on the sofa and confirmed the identity photo of every person who came. After confirming that there was no problem, he looked at Su Yun. Su Yun shook his head and crossed out the file, asking Li He to give the person a leave, using the reason that the old man was injured and the villa did not need so many people for the time being.
After looking at the first batch, none of them could make Su Yun nod his head, which means that there was no one with a strong destiny among these people.
"Su Yun, so many people have woken up so far. Have they been infected with corpse qi?" Wu Jin suddenly thought of this question. He was worried that even if the servants were all on the first floor, they would be infected because of contact with Sister Lan.
"We haven't found it yet. It might be because of the old man's mysophobia. They pay great attention to hygiene. Even if Sister Lan intends to spread it, it is not easy for them to be infected if they keep themselves clean." Su Yun shook his head and said.
After all, corpse gas is just a kind of smell, just like the mold that appears in the house. As long as you clean and disinfect frequently, it will not be so easy to harm your body due to mold.
Unless you are like the old man, who is not put seeds of resentment on the towel by Sister Lan every day, you will basically not be infected by daily contact.
After that, the chef and others served today's breakfast and went back to pack up. Soon, they all went down the mountain. They were all recruited here, and since the employer said it was a holiday, they were naturally happy to take the paid leave.
In the entire villa, Su Yun did not find anyone with a strong fate. After everyone had left, Sister Lan was still the only one left uncrossed out in Wu Jin's file.
"It seems that the only ones with strong destiny in this villa are the old man and Uncle Wu, otherwise they would not have been able to hold on for so long." Su Yun said with a smile.
"I remember you met Uncle Wu. If Uncle Wu has a strong destiny, why don't I let him take care of this place after the old man is discharged from the hospital?" Wu Jin asked Su Yun for his opinion.
Su Yun continued to lie there indifferently: "It's all right, but Uncle Wu may not be willing to come by then, right? I think he will stay with the old man until the last moment."
The old man fell down. Actually, everyone was prepared for it, and it was almost like this in the past few days.
Wu Jin was silent for a while, asked Li He to put away all the files, and pushed one of the breakfasts to Su Yun: "So, he is willing to come. At least it is a job to distract himself. He is not short of money. The old man has given him everything he should have. He only obeys the orders of the old man. It has nothing to do with me, my parents, etc. If cleaning the villa where the old man lived last can make him feel better, my parents and I will have no objection."
Su Yun didn't like western-style breakfast. She took a look at it and pushed it back: "I don't eat this. You guys eat it. I brought some snacks made by the chef for me. As for Uncle Wu, you just need to know what's going on. After you finish eating, let's go upstairs and take a look. I haven't gone up to take a closer look at the study yet."
There was something strange about the old man's drawer. If Wu Jin hadn't been stiff in the early morning, Su Yun would have wanted to go and see it directly. Later, he didn't wake up. As a guest, Su Yun couldn't go to such an important place as the study by himself. If something was missing, it would inevitably cause a rift.
Finally, Wu Jin, Li He and Lin Lang had breakfast together. Lin Lang was not used to Western breakfast, but the chef prepared four portions. If he did not eat along, one portion would be wasted or fed to the big rooster next to him, which he thought was a bit of a waste.
After breakfast, Su Yun followed Wu Jin upstairs. Li He had to arrange the entire villa, while Lin Lang stayed in the living room. No matter where the situation occurred, he would be the first to appear.
Villas need to be maintained, so many people from middle-class families buy villas and then sell them in the end. It is really unaffordable for ordinary rich people to maintain them. The monthly maintenance fees alone are staggering, and one also has to consider whether to hire someone. Ordinary families do not want to be trapped by a villa, so it is better to sell it.
A building as big as the Xicheng Funeral Home has few employees and most of the place is completely untouched and covered in dust, just like those guest rooms that cannot be entered without being cleaned. If you don't spend that kind of money, the place you can live in is actually just the size of a palm.
It is obvious that the old man's villa is cleaned every day. It is so clean that you can see your reflection in it. He is indeed an old man with mysophobia. Uncle Wu also deserves credit for supervising every corner every day.
After Su Yun went up to the second floor, she asked Wu Jin to stand behind her. She said, "If something suddenly pops up, at least I can fight better than you."
At this time, Wu Jin would definitely not argue with Su Yun and immediately took a step back.
After opening the door of the study, Su Yun found that the inside looked no different from the early morning. She walked in and looked around. She did not see any particularly obvious corpse smell. Then she walked to the desk and wanted to open the lock she had fastened, but found that there was no key on the table.
At this time, Wu Jin walked in and stood a little further away. He noticed that Su Yun was looking for something, so he asked, "Su Yun, are you looking for something? I might remember where I lost it."
"It's the key. In the early morning, in order to prevent the corpse qi from escaping again, I just found a lock and locked the drawer. Now I found that the key is gone." Su Yun recalled the process carefully and found that the lock had no key. She just used it when she saw it in the early morning, without considering that she would need a key to open it.
Wu Jin was stunned for a moment: "Key? Now that you mention it, I feel like there seems to be something strange..."
Su Yun glanced at him and continued to rummage on the table: "What's strange about that?"
Wu Jin, who felt something was wrong, walked over to Su Yun, stared at the drawer of the desk for a while, and said, "When I came here yesterday, the lock on this drawer was open. I thought Grandpa was planning to go downstairs and would be back soon, so I didn't lock it because it was troublesome. But... now that I think about it, there are two things wrong. First, Grandpa is a cautious person. He would not leave without locking the door. Second, I never saw the key from beginning to end."
The lock is open, which means it has been opened before. Is it necessary to hide the key of an open lock?
According to the normal way of thinking, one should lock the door and hide the key to avoid memory confusion.
Su Yun raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this: "So what was originally in this drawer? I remember you said that this drawer was where the old man often opened it, right?"
Wu Jin nodded hesitantly: "Yes, I heard from my father before I came here, where are the important documents, where are the frequently used documents, where are the official and private seals, etc., the old man always puts them in fixed places, and even if he uses them, he will put them back immediately. As for the drawer on the right, it contains the things and documents that the old man uses every day. When I checked it when I came, there were only a few recent contracts in it."
"Then is there a possibility that someone opened the lock and stole the things they wanted after the old man left and before you came, because only the old man knows what is in this drawer." Su Yun asked with a smile.
"From the surveillance footage, I can see that grandpa didn't have anything in his hands when he came out. He was wearing casual clothes without pockets, so there was no way he could have put anything on his body. Could it be that someone really came and took something? But it doesn't make sense for the servants not to report it to me." Wu Jin recalled it all, making sure he didn't miss any details.
Su Yun looked at the lock he had fastened and pulled it off with force. It was his strength that made miracles happen. When Wu Jin, who was standing next to him, saw this, his eyes widened and he seemed to be more sober.
Looking at the twisted lock, Wu Jin muttered secretly in his heart: No wonder Wu Yu couldn't beat Su Yun for all these years, it would be a miracle if he could win.
After removing the lock, Su Yun opened the drawer directly. This time, the entire drawer was black, like a black hole from another dimension. A closer look revealed that it was filled with dense mold. Because it was so dense, it overlapped with each other, as if the entire drawer had been swallowed by darkness.
Su Yun looked at it for a while and said, "Brother Wu Jin, go and ask Lin Lang to come up and see if we can trace what was in the drawer that caused so much mold."
When Wu Jin heard this, he immediately agreed and hurried out, calling Lin Lang at the stairs. Lin Lang ran up and asked, "Is there something wrong with the curator?"
"No," Wu Jin was startled by his quick movements, "Su Yun asked me to call you over, saying that he wanted to track down the mold."
Lin Lang finally felt relieved. The two of them returned to the study and saw Su Yun slumped in a chair, looking unhurried.
Seeing the two people coming in, Su Yun moved the chair he was sitting on to the side and said, "Lin Lang, come and take a look. Can you tell me what was originally placed in there? Or, can you track down what's inside?"
The mold in the dark drawer continued to grow and showed a tendency to grow out. Lin Lang reached out and touched the edge of the drawer. Before he touched the drawer, the mold inside quickly disintegrated, revealing the original color of the drawer. The other mold also stopped growing in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Wu Jin looked up at Lin Lang's face in surprise. He didn't expect that there were many hidden talents in the funeral home. This Lin Lang, who was usually quiet, was actually very powerful.
Lin Lang took his hand back and said to Su Yun, "Director, it's hair. There should have been a bunch of hair here. It smells a bit like Ms. Wu's."
"Aunt?" Wu Jin was extremely shocked. He couldn't imagine that this was actually related to the deceased Aunt Wu.
"It's hair? That's not surprising, Brother Wu Jin, don't be too surprised. This may be Aunt Wu's fetal hair. By the way, does the old man have the habit of collecting children's hair?" Su Yun turned the chair to face Wu Jin.
Wu Jin, who was originally very shocked, immediately realized what was going on and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, the old man is old-fashioned, and these things are preserved. When the child is born, the time and place must be chosen to bury him in a certain place, and the fetal hair and blood are preserved. It is said that if they are preserved, the child will be healthier in the future."
The older generation is more or less superstitious. They don’t believe in serious Taoist metaphysics, but simply follow what the previous generation did.
Su Yun nodded: "That's not surprising. We in Taoism say that when people are born, they are chaotic and simple, with very pure innate energy. In modern medicine, preserving fetal hair and fetal blood is useful in case of illness in the future. In ancient times, it was a symbol of preserving innate energy, implying that the child will still be protected by the innate energy in the future and will be healthy. However, this thing is often easy to change with the changes of the person involved."
Wu Jin felt that he had thought of a possibility, but he was not sure: "What do you mean?"
"What it means is that after Aunt Wu died, the fetal hair died with her. Originally, it was a dead thing, but didn't the old man carry corpse qi on his body? So this thing, which should have been a dead thing, came back to life with the help of corpse qi. Now the question is, who took Aunt Wu's fetal hair? Or, is this fetal hair, or Aunt Wu's later hair? Why not ask Uncle Wu?" Su Yun did not make a direct conclusion. Now the old man's life or death is uncertain, and only Uncle Wu knows the details.
So Wu Jin immediately called Uncle Wu again. It was already noon, so he didn't worry about disturbing Uncle Wu's rest.
The call was picked up quickly and Wu Jin turned on the speakerphone so that everyone in the study could hear it.
Uncle Wu's voice still sounded tired, as if he hadn't slept all night: "Master Sun, is there anything else you need?"
Wu Jin asked straight to the point: "Uncle Wu, is the drawer on the right hand side of my grandfather where my aunt and dad's fetal hair is kept?"
Uncle Wu on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, almost without a sound. If it weren't for the hospital's announcement, one would have thought the other party had hung up.
After a long while, Uncle Wu said, "Yes, the master would put all the things related to the young master and the young lady in that drawer, especially after the young lady left, basically all the related things were put in that drawer."
Wu Jin was not happy to hear this answer: "But, when I came, there were only a few documents in this drawer. Uncle Wu, if it was Grandpa who changed the position, where would he change it to?"
Uncle Wu was also obviously stunned, and then he said firmly: "It's impossible to change it. You know that the gentleman has mysophobia. People with mysophobia will have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Unless something is going to be destroyed, the gentleman will never change the position."
"What if someone really wants to destroy my aunt's hair? Where would grandpa hide the thing?" Wu Jin was not sure whether it was true or not, but he had to look for it to find out whether the thing was hidden by the old man himself or taken away by someone.
"Master Sun, if you ask this... there is a safe under the bed in the master's room. The master will store things related to his family in it. I don't know what the password is, and the combination lock requires a key to open." Uncle Wu hesitated for a moment, but still told Wu Jin the clue. Anyway, the old man was dying, and he would know sooner or later.
Wu Jin quickly wrote it down: "Who would know the key and password? A lawyer?"
The old man wrote his will long before he retired. The only person who knows these things should be his lawyer, but lawyers are tight-lipped and I'm afraid they will not make any announcements until the old man dies.
Sure enough, Uncle Wu gave a positive answer: "Yes, the old man put all the important information in his will. Only the lawyers in the notary office know it. Master Sun, are you in a hurry to get this password and key?"
Wu Jin was a little hesitant when he heard this, and looked at Su Yun to ask if he could answer. Seeing Su Yun nod, he said bluntly: "I came back to clean up, and found that there were only a few ordinary contracts in grandpa's drawer. It looked very empty, and it was moldy inside."
Uncle Wu had heard about Wu Jin and his father's recent investigation into mold. He immediately connected all the things together and immediately understood what Wu Jin meant. He suspected that the old man's fall down the stairs was a murder.
Uncle Wu's tone immediately turned cold: "This kind of thing cannot be delayed. If it is delayed, the murderer will run away and erase all clues. Master Sun, you asked me for the list of servants. Do you have any doubts?"
At that time in the early morning, Wu Jin only discussed it with his mother. Seeing that Uncle Wu was guarding the old man in the hospital, he had not told him yet. Now that the topic has come to light, he simply said that he was sure that it was Sister Lan who did it.
Hearing this nickname, Uncle Wu immediately associated the contents of the file in his mind. He said, "I personally interviewed this Sister Lan and checked her academic record. I accepted her only after confirming that there was no problem. Since you want to investigate, it will surely not be that quick on the part of the old man. It would be better to start with Sister Lan's family, such as her husband."
"Husband? What happened to her husband?" Wu Jin couldn't remember the information about her husband in Sister Lan's file for a moment.
"This Sister Lan is said to be married with children in the file, but in fact I have only seen her husband and her children. The information I found about her husband is that this man is a leader of a small company. Because of Sister Lan's major, the children live with their grandmother, and Sister Lan often goes to her mother-in-law's house to see her son. The problem is that from beginning to end, this husband seems to only appear when I go to investigate, and Sister Lan rarely mentions him at other times." Uncle Wu raised his suspicions.
Wu Jin had never been married and was not a woman, so he didn't quite understand what Uncle Wu was suspicious about and even felt a little confused.
Su Yun typed beside him to remind him: Uncle Wu means that a woman in her thirties cannot have a life full of children. People have all kinds of worries when they reach middle age, and there will definitely be all kinds of friction between husband and wife, especially for a family like theirs that has been separated for a long time.
After reading the words on Su Yun's phone, Wu Jin finally reacted and said immediately, "I understand, Uncle Wu. I'll ask someone to check on Sister Lan's husband and his family when I get back. If someone is looking for someone, we'll also check if the husband has any special relationship with them. Also, Uncle Wu, Sister Lan, don't move. I've made an agreement with my mother not to alert the enemy first and see who she will contact."
Uncle Wu did not refuse and let Wu Jin go ahead and do it. Things had come to this point, no matter what the result was, it was not as important as giving the old man the truth.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Jin felt that he had a clue in his mind. He looked at Su Yun and suddenly asked, "By the way, Su Yun, how do you know that the problem Uncle Wu mentioned is that Sister Lan doesn't quarrel with her husband?"
"My parents told me that among the middle-aged victims they received, eight out of ten died suddenly during fights, and the other one was extremely happy after death." Su Yun answered calmly.
"..." Wu Jin hesitated to speak, feeling as if he had just heard a very cold joke.
[End of this chapter]
Su Yun: So there is a classic question "What benefits will marriage bring?" O(∩_∩)O
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