There is a small auditorium near the sea where the Lin family is located, which is filled with the ranking of the deceased ancestors of the Lin family.

It is said to be a small auditorium. In fact, no grand ceremony has ever been held here. However, when Lin Sheng was still alive, he would go to the seaside to offer sacrifices to his ancestors every year, and then hold a family dinner here. At that time, hundreds of people from all over the family gathered together, laughing and very lively.

Now that Lin Sheng has passed away, this small auditorium has been directly used as a mortuary hall. It is surrounded by thick and high white candles. The fire flickers. Under the cover of night, it shows a different kind of sacred solemnity.

At the moment, Li Qing was standing outside the silent mourning hall, sipping his mouth against the sea breeze blowing from the sea, as if he had tasted the fishy and salty sea water.

It was quiet all around without any sound.

Li Qing walked towards the mourning hall step by step, stretched out his hand, opened the door and entered the candlelight hall.

In front of the broad and thick nanmu coffin, there was a person kneeling quietly. Dressed in filial piety, he was thin, bowed his head and said nothing.

Li Qing approached him, stood behind him and bowed affectably.

"Li Qing, don't be hypocritical." a cold voice sounded. Lin Yuan had stood up and turned around, staring at him with a grim face.

"After all, it's an elder." Li Qing pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Why do you look at me like this? It's like he died in my hand."

"The Lin family doesn't welcome you."

"Oh, do you Lin family welcome autumn?" Li Qing asked with a smile.

Lin Yuan looked down and didn't answer Li Qing's words.

Li Qing sneered, ignored Lin Yuan, turned around and paced around the coffin: "how did old Mr. Lin die?"

After all, facing the dead, Li Qing still hid the "old guy" hanging in his mouth in his stomach and called Lin Sheng "old Mr. Lin".

But Lin Yuan didn't answer, "can you go? Grandpa just died. He needs to be quiet."

"He really needs to be quiet. After all, it's been too long." Li Qing glanced at Lin Yuan gently, "but I think you should talk to me. Did Mengdie say that your behavior is playing with fire?"

"Are you warning me? Don't think you have a good relationship with my sister, so you can tell me what to do. Li Qing, you don't deserve it." Lin Yuan said fiercely, biting his teeth

"Hehe, it seems that you have a deep hatred for me." Li Qing's eyes stayed on the nanmu coffin in front of him. "You haven't answered the cause of Mr. Lin's death."

"Died of illness."

"Died of illness." Li Qing repeated, with a low voice, "is it because of a heart disease?"

Lin Yuan's face suddenly changed: "Li Qing! What do you mean by this sentence!"

"Nothing else. I want to open the coffin."

"Asshole! You disturb the purity of our elders in the Lin family. I'm impatient." Lin Yuan's face is ferocious. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a pistol from under his filial clothes. The black muzzle is aimed at the center of Li Qing's eyebrows.

"Shouling needs a gun? You're really thoughtful." Li Qing smiled and shook his head. "You'd better put the gun down, or you'll inevitably get a little lesson from me. Although I promised your sister, it doesn't include me to teach you a lesson when necessary."

The hand holding the gun shook, and Lin Yuan coldly shouted, "get out!"

Li Qing grinned, put his hands into his pockets, looked around the mourning hall, and raised his chin at the front: "is this the ranking of your ancestors and ancestors of the Lin family? Lin Yuan, do you feel afraid to watch the spirit here alone? Do you feel guilty when listening to the sea breeze outside in the dead of night?"

"Li Qing, I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense in the middle of the night. I don't even understand what you're talking about. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't leave again, I'll shoot."

"Yes, we are all duckweeds in this world. In fact, we can't make many choices by ourselves." Li Qing sighed gently and stared down at his feet, "I still remember what you looked like two years ago. Although you are young, you are energetic and invincible. Now? You have become a lingering lone wolf, holding the last wild grass tightly..."

Before Li Qing's words were finished, Lin Yuan had clenched his teeth and slightly raised the muzzle of the gun.

Before he could pull the trigger, Li Qing had flashed forward, and his two fingers pinched Lin Yuan's wrist.

Lin Yuan couldn't help grinning because of the sharp pain from his wrist. The pistol was immediately released and firmly caught by Li Qing's other hand.

Lin Yuan took a step forward and threw his hands at Li Qing. He was also quite skilled and fast, but he was much worse than Li Qing.

With a press on the coffin cover, Li Qingling somersaulted: "you're not going to do it in your grandfather's mourning hall?"

The two men stared at each other across a coffin. Lin Yuan left, Li Qing left, Lin Yuan right, Li Qing then right. They circled around Lin Sheng's coffin.

Lin Yuan gnashed his teeth and finally couldn't bear it: "Li Qing, what are you going to do? You're not the Lin family. I advise you not to do much."

"Lin Yuan, why don't you be reasonable? If you're not busy, why should I go into this muddy water?" Li Qing scolded with a grin. "Didn't you call Qiuqiu? It's good to tell me not to mind my own business here? Does your face grow on the soles of your feet!"

Lin Yuan gasped fiercely, kicked fiercely at his feet, then put his second foot on the coffin, turned directly to Li Qing's side, and rushed down towards him.

Li Qing stepped back and grabbed Lin Yuan's collar in the air. With the latter's scream of "ah", he directly threw his backhand to the ground.

Pinching Lin Yuan's neck and pressing him on the ground, Li Qing said with a smile: "can Lin Sheng be happy if he knows you pedal him like this?"

"Li Qing, you..."

Before Lin Yuan had finished speaking, Li Qing had pointed at him like a knife and knocked him unconscious.

"I'm tired of talking to fools. I'm really not interested in chatting with you." Li Qingshu sighed, straightened up and shrugged his shoulders.

"I know you're a smart man, so let's talk." Li Qing smiled and patted the nancoffin around him. "They all said that the dead can talk. Don't tell me today."

Li Qing said that he had jumped onto the table, pulled the edge of the coffin cover with one hand and gently moved it away.

With the friction sound, Lin Sheng's wrinkled old face was revealed under the bright candle light. The climate of Zhonghai is muggy, and it is the limit to be able to morgue for three days. Lin Sheng's skin has seen a large area of body spots, which is difficult to cover up even after careful makeup before mortuary. The pungent smell of the corpse made people frown.

Li Qing sighed, took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, put them on, and muttered, "I'm even ready for you to pretend to be dead... Unexpectedly, I'm really dead."

After wearing the rubber gloves, Li Qing pinched his fingers under the neck of the body, and then opened his eyes.

The body's eyes were red, and the whole eyeball was coagulated by blood. This phenomenon may come from the rupture of periocular blood vessels caused by brain injury.

Li Qing frowned and pondered a little. Then he put his hands into the coffin and gently raised the head of the body.

After fumbling behind the corpse's brain for a while, Li Qing found a deep wound, which was located below the back of Lin Sheng's brain. The wound should come from a sharp instrument. Li Qing initially estimated that it was a short dagger, which was inserted obliquely into his brain from bottom to top.

Li Qing felt the destructiveness around the wound. Although the short dagger did not pierce Lin Sheng's brain, it poked it after inserting it into his skull, resulting in Lin Sheng's instant death.

There are stitches on the wound at the back of the brain, and the outside is covered by the hair at the back of the brain. If you don't check carefully, I'm afraid it's really difficult to detect the clue.

"I didn't expect you, an old fox, to capsize in the gutter." Li Qing pulled back his hand, sighed again, took off his rubber gloves and threw them on the table outside the coffin. "You've lived for so many years, even if you die disgracefully. You've finished what you should say, and now you can sleep well..."

When Li Qing was about to close the coffin again, a cold and hoarse voice suddenly came from above his head: "Li Qing, do you have to have such a heavy curiosity? Old Lin has gone to bed, and now you should go to bed with him."

"Shit." Li Qing couldn't help swearing, "you just sleep with the old man. Your whole family especially sleeps with the old man."

He glanced around and finally settled behind the wooden railing on the second floor. A haggard old man with a gray face was putting his dry hand like an eagle's claw on the railing and staring down at Li Qing.

This man is the big housekeeper of the Lin family, he Tangzhi.

"Oh? The murderer of killing the Lord appeared." Li Qing turned around with a smile and looked up at he Tangzhi's wrinkled old face.

He Tangzhi grinned: "how are you sure this person is me?"

"My only professional specialty is killing people, so I also have a lot of research on how to kill people." Li Qing said slowly. "That wound is very interesting. It can only be caused when the two sides are very close. I believe that the only person in the world who can be so close to Lin Sheng but make him unsuspecting is the big housekeeper."

"Hehe, you are really smart."

Li Qing shook his head: "it's a pity that Lin Sheng trusted you so much, but finally died in your hands. Smart people are confused sometimes. He clearly knows that you are partial to Lin Yuan, but he still leaves you at ease. It's really sad that he should have killed you in the end."

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