Sister, you miss me

"Just know it!" Yang Feng nodded, reaching out to open the crystal coffin lid.

"What are you going to do?" Jack was shocked.

"I want to check the cause of Grandpa's death, you want to stop me?"

"You doubt me?"

"I only believe in myself."

Jack nodded: "Okay, you check, I'll be here with you."

The temperature of the ice storage is set at zero degrees, not to mention the dead body will not freeze within a few hours.

Yang Feng originally wanted to measure the liver temperature and confirm the time of death, but after thinking about it, he gave it up. With regard to this, it is unlikely that Jack will cheat.

Yang Feng only wanted to confirm if his grandfather died of poisoning, so after looking at his pupils, he checked the nasal cavity, mouth, and ears one after another.

Then, he took out the needle pack and pulled out a ten-centimeter-long silver needle, and pierced it into Brighton's throat, esophagus, and stomach. The silver needle did not turn black.

Yang Feng put away the silver needle, looked at Jack, and said in an inquiring tone: "You said, is it necessary to dissect it."

Jack's face twitched, and after a long time he said excitedly: "Although I don't want uncle's body to be damaged, but to prove my innocence, I support you."

Yang Feng has been observing Jack's expression and voice, and through Jack's reaction, he has basically believed his words.

"What about your mother?" Yang Feng asked suddenly.

Jack said: "My mother suddenly heard about the death of her uncle. She couldn't accept the bad news and fell ill. I was supposed to go back to serve the old mother, but my mother said she couldn't die. Uncle needs more people."

"I'll take a look when I have time. You should know that I am a Chinese medicine doctor."

"That's good."

Yang Feng frowned slightly, tacitly accepting a moment, looked at Jack and said, "Uncle."

Jack's eyes widened suddenly, he couldn't believe that Yang Feng would still call him that.

"Xiao Feng doesn't understand anything. Dracula is still on the way. Uncle please look at the arrangements for family affairs. Xiao Feng can only help from the side."

"Good, good." Jack couldn't help nodding excitedly.

Dracula called before getting on the plane. It was still noon here, and it was early morning when he came back.

Yang Feng held the funeral together with Jack.

In Yang Feng's consciousness, it was announced that Leiden was a very prestigious person. The so-called talk and laughter are powerful, and there is nothing to do with each other. However, after the news of the death was sent out for a long time, no one came to condolences.

Yang Feng asked Jack with this doubt. Jack explained that the custom here is that relatives and friends go directly to the funeral site, and Brighton will be buried in the flesh and buried in the church cemetery where he was baptized.

It was the first time that Yang Feng heard about the burial of the body, and he wanted to give his grandfather a set of good life materials.

Ancient emperors often used golden silk nanmu as the material of the coffin. Legend has it that it will not rot for thousands of years, will not invade water or fire, and will not be afraid of color insects, rats and ants.

Although golden nanmu is expensive, it is said that in the Ming Dynasty, one party sold it for 3,500 gold, but the grandfather may not be able to afford it, but this thing is too fond of it, and there is no market.

Yang Feng had to go back and consider camphor wood, huanghuali and the like.

When he talked about this idea to Jack, Jack laughed. He said that the different cultures led to the opposite approach. They pursued the harmonious coexistence of all things in nature, hoping that the body would be swallowed up by snakes, insects, rats and ants as soon as possible and returned to nature.

Hearing what Jack said, it seemed that apart from informing the guests and contacting the church, the family had nothing to prepare.

Seeing that it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, Jack yawned and told Yang Feng that he took a nap and went back to the room.

Yang Feng was very surprised, why is he so full of energy?Suddenly reacted, his jet lag did not reverse at all.

Walking out of the manor, the sky was bright and the moon was dazzling, and the ground was silent. The bodyguards on duty were conscientious, and everyone else fell asleep.

I have been here three months ago, and I went to the garden at night with my grandpa. Everything seemed to be yesterday. In a blink of an eye, the vegetation is still the same, but people are separated from yin and yang.

Yang Feng raised his head, tears still slipped out of his eyes unknowingly, and flowed through his ears along the temples...

There was the sound of a car engine outside, and Yang Feng turned his head to see that it was Dracula who got out of the car.

Yang Feng couldn't help looking at the watch. It turned out that it was two o'clock in the morning, and it took three hours to stand alone.

"Xiao Feng."

"Dracula."

Yang Feng stepped forward and took Dracula's hand: "Go, follow me to see Grandpa."

"Sir..." Dracula walked on the road, he stopped talking.

Yang Feng understood what Dracula meant, and he said: "I haven't found any doubts for the time being. The person is still in the ice store, so I will discuss it when you come back."

"Where is Jack?"

"Sleep."

"He can really sleep."

"He is also very tired."

"Hiss..." Dracula looked at Yang Feng in surprise, "Your impression of him has changed?"

"He seems to be different from before."

"See your father, what result, is he willing to come out?"

"It's mad at the mention."

"Oh?"

Yang Feng waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later."

The two walked into the ice room, and Dracula saw Brighton lying in the crystal coffin at a glance, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Dracula, who has always been optimistic, humorous and open-minded, leaned on the lid of the crystal coffin and wailed, tears hitting the lid of the coffin as big as copper.

Yang Feng remembers that Dracula once mentioned that he had been with Brighton for more than 20 years, and the two were named masters and servants, and they felt close to their close friends. This relationship could not be matched by even father and son brothers.

Seeing Dracula crying heartbreaking, Yang Feng was about to step forward to comfort, but Dracula stopped crying, dried his tears and said: "Xiao Feng, I want to see Mr.'s body."

Yang Feng had nothing to say, he thought, Dracula should be very familiar with Grandpa, maybe he could find something unusual.

Helping Dracula to open the lid of the coffin, Dracula tossed over and over and checked. After tossing for more than ten minutes, he finally spread his hands and said that he had not found anything.

Put Brighton's body away, put the lid on, and Yang Feng asks Dracula. What else is needed?

Dracula thought for a while and said: "There are still a few heavyweights, you need to inform yourself."

Following Dracula to Grandpa's study, Dracula gave several people their identities and contact information. Yang Feng saw that they all had a fate during that hunting.

According to Dracula's request, Yang Feng used Brighton's landline to call the vice president first.

The vice president said: "I am sad and sorry to hear this news. I will definitely be there by then."

The following arms dealers, oil tycoons, and manufacturing giants all have the same attitude.

Soon, Yang Feng saw the last name-Chen Zhendong.

Yang Feng dialed the phone and quickly answered it over there: "Hello Xiaofeng, I have been waiting for your call."

"You all know."

"It's too sudden, I'm sorry, you also have to be sorrowful and change."

"Thank you, the funeral is tomorrow morning, and the place is in the Church of the Virgin Mary."

"I know, I won't be absent."

Yang Feng said a few more "thanks" before hanging up the phone.

At the same time, in a secret high-end clubhouse in Trenton, Chen Zhendong and the vice president sat opposite each other, sitting on their laps a coquettish Asian girl wearing a fishing net.

Chen Zhendong received his mobile phone and sneered a few times: "Your Excellency, Vice President, Yang Feng never dreamed that we would be together."

The vice president smoked a Havana cigar, frowned slightly, and said, "Mr. Chen, if I remember correctly, the last time you went hunting, you and that Yang Feng had a good chat, and you almost gave each other a meeting gift, why now... …"

Chen Zhendong's face was blue, and the big hand that had just cruised to the chest of the fishnet woman was exhausted. The fishnet woman felt a sharp pain like a torn breast, and screamed and escaped.

Chen Zhendong shook his head: "I am a businessman, I have no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only interests are eternal."

"But if we did this, we would lose sight."

"Guangming?" Chen Zhendong sneered: "No business is not evil, is this just for fun?"

The vice president nodded and laughed: "You are blunt! Zhendong, you have mentioned the old things again. I have already greeted the security bureau. Jack’s suspicion of terror is well-documented and will soon have results. Even if he is dead, he is lucky, but his wealth cannot be left to him."

Chen Zhendong said with confidence: "Mr. Vice President, I have another trick to draw a salary from the bottom of the tank, which can directly confiscate Brighton's wealth."

"Let's talk about it." The vice president got excited, his fingers completely stuck in the fishnet girl's buttocks.

Chen Zhendong narrowed his eyes with a black belly: "It proves that Brighton has provided any assistance to IS, as long as one piece of evidence is conclusive, it is enough."

The vice president "haha" laughed: "Chen Juzi, I admire you."

"Mr. President, I can't do anything without you." Chen Zhendong said modestly, "So, I want to thank the two Asian beauties here who are twins. Mr. President can verify whether the twins are really telepathic. ?"

"Haha..." The vice president pointed at Chen Zhendong and smiled: "A well-known writer in your country said, "What is the matter in the world is all knowledge. How do you say this?"

Chen Zhendong bowed slightly: "Everything in the world is learned."

"Exactly." The vice president nodded, undressing himself, with a surprised expression on his face: "Giant Chen is not leaving yet? Do you want to observe?"

Chen Zhendong said: "I'm wondering whether there is any place to contribute to my husband, such as supporting my waist or something."

"FUCK! GET OUT!" The vice president scolded with a smile.

Chen Zhendong walked out of the box with a gloomy expression. He muttered to himself: "Xiao Feng, don't blame your brother, you should never be wrong, and you shouldn't compete with your brother for women. In this way, there will be only one end, that is, the body is broken and the disaster is over. ."

Taking a sigh of cigar, and drank the XO in the cup with another sip, Chen Zhendong took out the phone, called up the recent call record, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time, and only then did they pick it up. A lazy female voice came: "Chen Zhendong, what are you doing?"

"Zi Yan, that's the case. There will be an important funeral tomorrow. I want you to join me in..."

"Don't go." Chen Zhendong's tone was very gentle, but it was a pity that Hua Ziyan interrupted him mercilessly before he finished speaking, "The important thing is for you, it has nothing to do with me."

Chen Zhendong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This is his girlfriend, even if it is nominal, it is not like this!

"Don't forget our agreement, at least in New Jersey, no one does not know that you are my Chen Zhendong's girlfriend."

"So what? If you don't go or you don't, I have an important course tomorrow."

Chen Zhendong gritted his teeth for a while, and slowly narrowed his eyes again: "Zi Yan, if I told you that you might encounter an deceased at the funeral, would you change your mind?"

"Old friend? My old friend? What kind of old friend would it be?"

"For example, the person who took my 100 million venture capital investment." Chen Zhendong said.