Chapter 70: That is his private cemetery

Chapter 70 That is his private cemetery
Two days later, Saturday.
At five o'clock in the morning, in the dim bedroom, the alarm clock rang quickly.
Li Qiao put out her white arm to turn off the alarm clock, and then opened her red eyes.
Outside the window, the sound of rain was gurgling, and the foggy sky enveloped the city with humidity.
At 5:20, Li Qiao was neatly dressed and stepped into the rain with an umbrella while her family was still up.
At this time, at the intersection of the second red street light on Huanan Road, an old-fashioned Santana had already stopped waiting on the muddy street.
Within ten minutes, Li Qiao appeared in the rearview mirror.
She walked in a stern black suit and black trousers under the umbrella, opened the door of the co-pilot, closed the umbrella and bowed into the car, and nodded to Mo Qi.
On the back seat, Zhong Jiugong half-closed his eyes, opened his eyelids to look at the movement, and said, "Let's go, go straight."
Today, Nanyangshan Funeral Home has a special funeral ceremony.
It takes about an hour to drive from the wealthy area of ​​Huanan Road to Nanyang Mountain.
The road is wet and slippery on rainy days, so Mo Qi is not fast or slow in driving, very steady.
As the co-pilot, Li Qiao held the door frame with her elbows, her fingertips on her lips, and the silence and coldness that did not fit her age revealed between her eyebrows.
Mo Qi glanced at her occasionally, feeling very uncomfortable.
On the eve of work every time, Junior Sister Li always suppressed her emotions in this way, but refused to say anything.
...
After about an hour and a half, the Santana sedan arrived near Nanyang Mountain.
Nanyang Mountain, located in the outer ring of the city, became greener and quieter under the baptism of rain. A path winding through the forest, turning left in the middle is the Nanyang Mountain Funeral Management Center.
When the car stopped, Li Qiao and others wore black masks as usual.
When the three people got off the bus, employees from the management center came to greet them.
The sky was gloomy, and Li Qiao and Mo Qi walked into the reception room behind Zhong Jiugong.
At this time, the employee respectfully handed a record book to Zhong Jiugong, and said: "Jiu Gong, this is the information of the deceased. He was twenty-three years old. It was an accidental death."
"What about family members? What are the special requirements?" Zhong Jiugong turned through the record book, his eyes calm and safe.
Upon hearing this, the employee sneered, pretending to look mysteriously at the closed reception door behind him, and lowered his voice subconsciously, "I heard that there is no family member, but he was beaten to death."
Zhong Jiugong frowned, not too surprised at the cause of death of the deceased, but tapped his fingertips on the table, "If there are no family members, who will sign the relevant procedures? You..."
"Don't worry, Jiugong, although there is no family member, but... this person is not small. It is the master who gave him the funeral. After the ceremony, he will be sent to the Nanyangshan Cemetery for burial."
The staff spoke with a serious tone, and when they said ‘the lord’, they gave two gestures in the direction of Nanyang Mountain with their thumbs up.
Zhong Jiugong suddenly understood.
At this time, Mo Qi probably couldn't help but curiosity. He leaned in front of Zhong Jiugong and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, where is the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery? I haven't heard of it before."
Zhong Jiugong glanced at him, "The one who lives in Nanyang Mansion knows it? It's his private cemetery."
Mo Qi was stunned for three seconds, then took a breath of air-conditioning in a daze, "Shang, Shang..."
After discussing for a long time, he still didn't dare to say the name that lingered on his lips.
No wonder the Nanyang Funeral Management Center today looks much quieter than usual. The young man who died seems to have a lot of background.
At this time, Li Qiao, who heard their conversation, couldn't help being surprised at her eyes exposed outside the mask.
The young man who died accidentally was Shang Yu's person?
(End of this chapter)