"Brother Zhang Fan, please find some time to make a copy of the surveillance footage from your store."

In the car, Liu Jun said, "I just told Xiao Shan about this matter. He took it very seriously. After all, this kind of thing has happened more than once or twice."

"What? Do you have any means to deal with this method?" Zhang Fan asked puzzledly.

"I'm not sure, my level is not high enough, but I guess Xiaoshan is not that far behind." Liu Jun thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, since someone was injured and the police were called, I still have to take part in the surveillance."

"Okay, I'll send it to you when I get back." Zhang Fan nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

…

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the cemetery.

After checking the location, Liu Jun brought Zhang Fan and others to the deceased's grave.

"Here it is."

Liu Jun pointed to the photo on the tombstone and said regretfully, "He just graduated from college. What a pity."

Zhang Fan nodded, and he and Zhao Yong stepped forward to burn some funeral supplies they brought from the store for the deceased.

In addition to the name, the tombstone also contains the date of birth, time of death and the names of the parents.

Looking at the contents on the tombstone, Zhao Yong frowned and said in a concentrated voice: "The God of Food should not die young."

After he finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Yong.

"Zhao Yong, what do you mean?" Liu Jun asked puzzledly.

"nothing……"

Zhao Yong shook his head. Although Master Liu Jun and his apprentice were confused, they did not ask any further questions.

The master and disciple stood in the back and could only see Zhao Yong's back.

However, Zhang Fan saw a glimmer of golden light in Zhao Yong's eyes.

As Zhao Yong's expression gradually became solemn, the golden light became brighter and hotter, and then began to rotate.

Like two scorching suns, they fought against the flames produced by the burning paper money in front of the tombstone.

Suppress and absorb.

After a moment, Zhao Yong slowly closed his eyes, as if he was realizing something.

"Brother Zhang Fan, where did you get this paper money for the dead? I've never seen such black smoke from burning paper." Liu Jun said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Zhang Fan said casually: "Formal channels, it may be due to the weather."

"All right."

Liu Jun didn't ask any more questions about this.

After the worship, the group left the cemetery and returned to the car.

Liu Jun didn't know the purpose of the two's trip, but he had some guesses in his mind, so he asked tentatively: "Brother Zhang Fan, do you have any ideas?"

"I don't have any idea. Compared to him, my employees are lucky."

Zhang Fan shook his head slightly and asked, "Brother Liu, I saw this cemetery, it looks like it's managed by a third party?"

"Yes, it's the land of Nansheng Funeral Company." Liu Jun nodded and whispered, "It's just a rumor. At the beginning, there were many companies competing for it, including foreign companies, but the feng shui of this land didn't seem to be good, so no one dared to accept it, and it ended up in the hands of Nansheng Funeral Company."

"At that time, Nansheng Funeral Company was just starting out. Now, it has branches in several neighboring cities."

"I think the boss of Nansheng Funeral Home has something in his hands."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Fan smiled and didn't say much.

Zhao Yong said silently: "Yes, there is something, but this piece of land is a Feng Shui treasure land."

"Oh? Brother Zhao Yong, what you said..."

Liu Jun asked, but after seeing Zhao Yong with his eyes closed, he turned to look at Zhang Fan and said:

"Haha, brother Zhang Fan, the employees in your store all have very special personalities."

"No, we'll get to know each other after seeing each other a few times."

“…”

At half past eleven, Zhang Fan and Zhao Yong returned to the funeral home, and Master Liu Jun and his apprentice were also sent to the Security Bureau on the way.

The door of the shop was half closed, and Zhang Fan asked urgently: "How is it, Brother Yong, did you find anything?"

"have."

Zhao Yong nodded, then picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote down a string of information:

Gong Juntong, male.

Year of Yi Si, month of Wu Yin, day of Yi Si, 3:15 pm, a native of Nancheng.

“That’s detailed enough.”

Looking at the contents of the note, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Are you still in South City now?"

"No. 36 Donghu Street." Zhao Yong thought in confusion.

"I lost it?" Zhang Fan looked surprised and asked, "Anything else?"

"Single eyelids, drooping eyebrows, hooked nose..."

"Forget it, forget it."

Zhao Yong was about to say something when Zhang Fan interrupted him, "I'd better ask Liu Jun to help investigate. Since there is a suspicion, it should be fine."

"That's fine." Zhao Yong nodded and said, "But remember to tell him that he may be using the alias Gong Dashan now."

"OK."

Zhang Fan nodded in response, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Liu Jun.

"Okay, let's go have some food and then bring some to Wang Kai and Li Xiaohui."

After sending the message, Zhang Fan and his companion left the funeral home and found a restaurant nearby.

After eating, he brought a portion for Wang Kai and packed some soup for Li Xiaohui, and then the two rushed to the hospital.

…

Ten minutes later, South City First Hospital.

In a ward.

Li Xiaohui is not in danger of life and is sleeping soundly.

"He's fine. He'll be discharged after two days."

After seeing Zhang Fan and the other man, Wang Kai said straight to the point: "Have you found the murderer?"

"No." Zhao Yong shook his head.

Wang Kai glanced at Zhao Yong and said, "You lied to me?"

As he spoke, Wang Kai reached out to Zhao Yong and took out the note with Master Gong's name on it.

"Wang Kai, you'd better not be impulsive." Zhao Yong advised.

"Impulsive? What did I do?"

Wang Kai smiled slightly and said, "Now that we have found the murderer, can you find the evidence?"

Zhao Yong didn't say anything, but shook his head. He had the evidence, but the evidence had no credibility.

"Special people should be treated in special ways." Wang Kai continued:

"Don't worry, I will sleep well at home tonight."

Zhang Fan heard the conversation between the two clearly, but he didn't want to ask about it for the time being.

“Ding ding ding…”

At this time, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang. It was Liu Jun calling.

"Hey, Brother Liu, any progress?"

"Yes, Brother Zhang Fan, I just learned that this Gong Dashan has been working at Nansheng Funeral Home for ten years. However, since he is not a suspect now, it is not convenient for us to investigate more."

"Okay, got it. Thank you, Brother Liu."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan’s face looked unhappy.

Yesterday's incident was indeed done by Nansheng Funeral Home...

The means used were too dirty, and the unsolved case mentioned by Liu Jun was probably related to them.

Wang Kai heard clearly the content of the conversation between the two.

After a short silence, he smiled and said, "Boss, Nansheng Funeral Company, I heard that the cemetery they contracted has bad feng shui. Has anything weird ever happened there?"

"I don't know." Zhang Fan shook his head and asked, "What's the matter? Are you going to check their Feng Shui?"

"I don't know how to do this. Feng Shui is Zhao Yong's strong point." Wang Kai said meaningfully: "But if the Feng Shui is not good, strange things will happen sooner or later."

"Hey, you're useless."

Hearing this, Zhao Yong shook his head helplessly.

Zhang Fan was confused by the intriguing conversation between the two. He simply stopped thinking about it and said:

"Brother Yong, you can get the money for the medical expenses from the store. I still have to go to the lobby this afternoon to get the cemetery certificate."

"OK."

“…”

After staying in the hospital for more than an hour, Zhang Fan returned to the store.

He originally wanted to take the application materials and withdraw, but what he didn't expect was

At this time, a large group of people had gathered in front of the funeral home.

In addition to the onlookers, there was also a handsome reporter.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a headache. He wanted to go in through the back door, but the program crew had already discovered Zhang Fan and chased after him carrying a camera.

"Brother Funeral, may I ask what happened in your store last night?"

"Do you have any comment on the violent beating of employees?"

"You seem to be indifferent. Do you think your employees are just work machines?"

"Mr. Zhang Fan, please answer my question. Will this happen frequently in the future?"

"You are silent, does that mean you agree?"

Dig the hole!

After a series of questions from the reporter, Zhang Fan wanted to curse.

No room for speech at all. Are you here to interview or to sentence?

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Taking advantage of the gap in the other party's speech, Zhang Fan quickly interrupted and said: "This matter is still under investigation. Are you going to the store to comfort the injured without waiting for the results?"

"In other words, how are the employees doing now? Have you gone to see them?" the reporter asked.

Zhang Fan did not answer, but looked at the crowd behind the reporter and asked, "You too?"

"yes."

"Where are the gifts? I see you're all very kindhearted. Why did you come here empty-handed?"

"Um... this..."

The reporter was speechless when he heard this, but he, who has always found faults, soon came up with a solution:

"The charitable donations are on the way. Do you want to take all the money for yourself?"

“…”

Zhang Fan was speechless and was about to walk away when a system notification sounded in his mind:

[Severe cerebral thrombosis, remaining life span 35 hours and 17 minutes, prospective customer, the host can be directly pulled into the store. ]

"Sir, please answer my question."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Fan shook his head, put on a serious expression, and said seriously:

"Brother, go to the hospital and have your brain checked. You won't live for more than two days. Let's talk in the store. I have a lot of discounted packages now."

"Sir, are you insulting me...wait...hospital...brain, two days..."

The reporter asked back subconsciously, but soon he realized the seriousness of the problem.

The person in front of me is the funeral brother.

I'm not afraid of him getting angry or beating me. I'm just afraid that he will say that I'm dying.

I came here to get the money and do the service, and almost forgot about it.

"Sorry, I've been suffering from insomnia lately. I have to go to the hospital to check my brain."

After hesitating for a moment, the reporter threw the microphone to the ground and left the scene without looking back, leaving the photographer confused.

After the reporter left, Zhang Fan looked at the crowd and said, "You? Does anyone else need to take a look? There are many set meals in the store, such as..."

"No, no, I was just passing by."

"Damn it, I forgot to turn off the gas tank at home!"

“…”

Before Zhang Fan could finish his words, most of the onlookers had dispersed, and the others were on their way to "escape".

"fu..."

Zhang Fan blew a breath.

I have to say that although the character settings given by the system are a bit weird, they are really useful.

I hope this reporter can go to the hospital to find out what’s wrong with him as soon as possible, otherwise someone will spread rumors again.

After entering the store, Zhang Fan sorted out the information, closed the door, and went to the lobby.

…

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

In a mid-range villa in South City.

Wu Jiangcheng looked at the photos his assistant took from the hospital and smiled with satisfaction.

"Master Gong's craftsmanship is still as good as it was back then, but he's a little less skilled."

"I've never seen anyone in that group of idiots take the initiative to take the blame."

After deleting the photo, Boss Wu clicked into the rights protection group and sent a message:

[Master Song is fine. It seems that Changhong Funeral Home is not far from closing down. Everyone must remember Master Song's kindness! ]

[Give everyone a red envelope. Don't let Zhang Fan know about this.]

"A red envelope of 10,000! Boss Wu is so generous!"

"Don't worry, Changhong Funeral is gone, I will merge it into Nansheng immediately!"

“…”

After turning off his phone, Wu Jiangcheng was in a very happy mood and shouted upstairs:

"Xiaotian, come down!"

"Changhong Funeral Home has already arranged it for you. Come with me to the cemetery and I'll show you the kingdom your father has built for you!"