Xi Jingchen kept vigil at night, thinking about Meng Xue's words.
He came to the coffin placed in the mourning hall and bowed to it.
"Dad, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest!"
As he was about to open the coffin, he was stopped by Xi Jinghong who was also keeping vigil.
"Old Three, what are you doing?"
Xi Jingchen turned his head and looked at him, "Brother, the funeral will be tomorrow, I want to see Dad again!"
Xi Jinghong sighed when he thought about the fact that Xi Jingchen just came back today.
"Forget it, it's good to take a look at Dad, so that he can rest in peace!"
He said, turning his back to the coffin.
To be honest, even though it was his father lying inside, he couldn't bear to watch any longer when he thought of the way his father died with his eyes open.
Xi Jingchen slowly opened the coffin and saw the old man lying peacefully inside with his eyes slightly open, which was indeed quite scary.
But he has been to the battlefield and dealt with the dead many times.
He has seen many people who died with their eyes open.
So I didn't feel scared.
He looked at him carefully and found blood on the old man's head and his gray hair.
He reached out and touched it.
I found a depression on the head.
"Brother, how did Dad die? Was his skull shattered?"
Xi Jinghong sighed, "Dad might have fallen and hit his head..."
Xi Jingchen looked down from the head and saw that the old man's hands were clenched into fists.
Don’t normal people keep their hands open?
But the old man had been dead for several days, and his hand was still in a clenched fist.
He walked forward, picked up the old man's boxer and looked around.
"Brother, come here for a moment, is there something in Dad's palm?"
When Xi Jinghong heard what Xi Jingchen said, he hurried over and just saw Xi Jingchen prying open the old man's fingers.
There was a pink button the size of a fingernail in the palm of his hand.
This button looks like the one on women's clothes.
The more Xi Jinghong looked at the button, the more familiar it looked.
"Why is this button so similar to Xiaonian's wife's?"
Xi Jingchen frowned slightly, "You said Meng Ning has this button?"
Xi Jinghong thought about it and nodded.
Xi Jingchen became even more convinced of Meng Xue's words.
The old man's death was man-made, not accidental.
"Brother, I think Dad's brain injury was not caused by falling, but more like being hit by a heavy object!"
"How is that possible? You wouldn't doubt..."
"Brother, where did you find Dad?"
"study……"
"Has the study been cleaned?"
“No…
Ever since Dad got into trouble, everyone has been busy taking care of the funeral..."
Xi Jingchen took the button that Mr. Xi was holding in his hand.
He reached out and covered Mr. Xi’s eyes.
"Dad, don't worry, I will find out the truth..."
Mr. Xi's eyes closed miraculously.
Xi Jinghong was also surprised to see this scene.
I thought, could it be that the old man was really murdered by someone?
Died unjustly?
"Third brother, is Dad dead?"
“Maybe!”
As he spoke, he closed the coffin lid.
"Brother, can I go to the study now?"
Xi Jinghong also wanted to know the truth of the matter.
"Third brother, it's so late, let me accompany you!"
Xi Jingchen nodded, "Then let's go together!"
The two came to the study and Xi Jinghong turned on the light.
The dim study immediately became bright.
Xi Jingchen looked around the study. There was a bookshelf against the wall, with a few scattered books on it.
In front of him was a desk with brushes and inkstones on it, as well as an unfinished chess game.
Xi Jingchen came to the desk and looked at the chess board.
It is obvious that Mr. Xi was studying the chess game before his death.
Everyone in the Xi family knows that the old man loves playing chess.
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