Mu Xiangshan sighed and helped him up: "Sorrow and change."

Guo Zicheng nodded when he stood up. He was wearing glasses and his face was calm, and he said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Mu."

He glanced at Qiao Jin again, but he didn't pay much attention, and quickly averted his gaze.

"Calling you at night, Uncle Mu, forgive me."

"Needless to say this." Mu Xiangshan waved his hand: "Who can think of these things? I'll go to Jie Shi Shang Zhuxiang."

Guo Zicheng nodded and fell silent.

He took Mu Xiangshan and Qiao Jin in.

In the hall, Guo Jieshi's mourning photo was hung in the center. His photo should have been taken early in the morning, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but the black and white photos are a bit crass.

In the front of the photo, the coffin was not covered yet, and Guo Jieshi, wearing a shroud, was lying in it.

He obviously looked a little energetic, but now he was dead, so he could only lie in it, closing his eyes forever.

There were two people kneeling in front of the coffin, Guo Zicheng's current-Cheng Yujun, who is considered his wife, and Guo Shuoyu, who is not her biological daughter, but also Guo Zicheng's daughter.

Guo Zhuyi is in the hospital now, and Guo Zhulian is not there. Apart from the son and daughter of Guo Zicheng's original birth, there should be a grandson, but he is not there now.

Mu Xiangshan looked at Guo Jieshi's mourning photo, and sighed slightly.

He still remembered that when he came that day, he said jokingly that one day, if Guo Jieshi suddenly left, he couldn't see it for the last time.

Unexpectedly, it really is.

In just two or three days, no one knew that such a thing would happen.

He gave Guo Jie the world three sticks of incense, and Qiao Jin behind him also put three sticks of incense according to his understanding.

After the incense, Guo Zicheng said to Mu Xiangshan: "Uncle Mu, it's too late now, you and Qiao will go back today, and it will be too late to see again tomorrow morning."

"It's okay, I'll sit here for a while to accompany the final journey of the world."

Mu Xiangshan shook his head, and finally asked: "How did Jie Shi go?"

Guo Zicheng smiled bitterly: “It’s not quite right when I came back from the police station. I had a big quarrel with me. It was probably because I didn’t have the face to see me. It's gone."

Mu Xiangshan just nodded.

Guo Jieshi is dead. Of course, Guo Zicheng can do everything he wants. Even if someone has questions, he cannot be qualified to investigate.

Furthermore, Mu Xiangshan didn't care much about how Guo Jieshi died.

Sooner or later he would have such a day, if he hadn't known that he had found someone to kill his original partner.

Guo Zicheng didn't stop Mu Xiangshan from saying this, and asked him to sit at home.

Now, in the middle of the night, he has notified a lot of people, and naturally others will come to offer condolences.

Mu Xiangshan found a place to sit down, and he was not too frustrated. This night, although the villa was brightly lit, it was extremely quiet.

Qiao Jin stood on one side, and Guo Shuoyu, who was kneeling over there, secretly raised his eyes and took a look at Qiao Jin.

In fact, she felt a hairy feeling in her heart, mainly because she saw his grandfather's body after her grandfather died.

Grandpa clearly does not look down on purpose.

He lay on the bed and stared. Later, he didn't know what method his father used before he closed his eyes.

But Guo Shuoyu couldn't forget his appearance before death.

Obviously there are too many people to be afraid, but now she is kneeling in front of the mourning hall, and the coffin board in front of her has not been covered, she always has an inexplicable creepy feeling.