False evidence

Chapter 191 Dealing with Him (Part 1)

"Third Master, since you're doing business, I can only support you from behind the scenes. I can't show my face, otherwise you'll lose money no matter what you do." Lu Zelin was quite self-aware.

Xiao Shen glared at him and said, "Bullshit! The business your great-grandfather is going to do, while not making you rich, will definitely be enough to support your family! Playing the backup plan? If you play the backup plan, and I stand behind the counter? That would be the only way to lose money!"

I glanced at his small frame and nodded, saying, "That's true. By the way, what kind of business are you planning to start? How much capital do you need?"

Xiao Shen San smiled wickedly: "Do you think I'm short of money?"

I scoffed, "I believe you don't lack anything."

Xiao Shen said, "I'm not short of money, but I still have to be careful with my capital. I can't let people take advantage of me, can I? I've decided to go back to my old profession! Hehe, I've been thinking about this for a while now, and this is the only thing I know how to do."

I glanced at Lu Zelin and said, "Alright, I really should call you Third Master. You've thought of everything."

My memory is pretty good. I remember Shen San saying that a long, long, long time ago, he ran a funeral shop.

With Lu Zelin's appearance, he's really not suited for anything, but opening a shop like this... customers might be startled at first glance, but their second reaction will definitely be - this kind of business should be run by someone like him.

Xiao Shen said, "You guys really need to find some time to help us inquire about that shop. We're not short of money, but..."

I interrupted him, saying, "It's paid annually, and the annual rent is 20,000. It used to be a flower shop, and they said there was a transfer fee... which is negligible. He'll be grateful if they just return his deposit."

"How do you know so much?" Xiao Shen asked three times.

“Those shops across from Shuangshan all belong to Uncle Cheng.”

Xiao Shen was unaware of this before.

The original flower shop owner still had some rather peculiar ideas, but after the Qingming Festival, he realized he was wrong.

It's popular to buy flowers for grave sweeping now, but on the day of the grave sweeping, the surrounding residents all come out and set up stalls along the street, not only selling flowers, but also taking care of burning paper money and other things. What's the point of flower shops then?

Uncle Cheng is gone. He offered me half of his fortune, but I couldn't accept it.

But he left a power of attorney that allows me to manage all his properties on his behalf for a considerable period of time.

As the saying goes, when you're on the road of life, no matter what obstacles you encounter, you can overcome them. If you can't overcome them and you fall, you have to crawl over them.

In short, people must look forward and move forward; they must not rest. No reason is a reason to stop moving forward.

We're all human, we have to keep moving forward...

After my conversation with Shen San and the others, I drove to Dongtaimen alone.

First, I explained to Yan Fengwei... especially to Meng Zhen, that the mysterious client that day was actually the owner of my clinic.

Upon hearing this, the couple immediately clapped their hands in unison: "That's it! It's her!"

I didn't give the two of them a chance to ask questions, but instead asked Yan Fengwei directly, "Brother Yan, if I want to hide something, where should I hide it?"

Yan Fengwei looked at me with great interest for a while, then asked, "What are you hiding?"

“A few letters, a porcelain bottle, and…” I hesitated for a moment, but finally revealed the third item I wanted to hide.

Yan Fengwei scoffed at this.

I quickly said, "It's very important."

“I know, you wouldn’t have contacted me if it wasn’t important.” Yan Fengwei smiled, then gave me a demonstration.

What I need to hide are Uncle Cheng's three letters and that porcelain vase. The other item, which I personally believe, is something that, while nominally mine, could potentially cause trouble later.

Therefore, it's best to let it temporarily 'disappear'.

I never opened the porcelain bottle, but according to Uncle Cheng's account, that bottle should be the one he retrieved from a hidden compartment in the well, guided by the old man in red in his dream.

That place should be what Lu Zelin referred to as the land of black sweetness.

Of the three letters, the authorization letter in the first one does not need to be hidden.

However, it's better that the other two letters, and the third letter, remain unknown.

When I read the letters to Xiao Shensan and Lu Zelin, I deliberately omitted two paragraphs. The part of the second envelope that I tore out was...

—I'm married now, and I have a daughter. I don't want to investigate the secrets of what happened back then… or rather, the original owner of this house. Actually, I don't have the energy or ability anymore. All I know is that the bottle contains a strange medicine that can keep people asleep for years. But, for some reason, thinking back, I feel that the medicine shouldn't belong to this world, but rather—a ghost drug. Whoever sees this letter must be someone I trust. Consider this a warning: don't open the third one, because that contains—the recipe for the ghost drug!

……

A month later, Uncle Cheng was buried.

The person in charge is the "manager" of a newly opened funeral shop at No. 4 Shuangshan Road.

He was so young that the people at the cemetery and those who knew Uncle Cheng initially thought we were fooling around.

But this man, already quite "old" even in a big city, or even just in the surrounding area, managed every detail meticulously. (The only odd thing was that he always had a child following behind him.)
The last few old people all said the same thing: "This is a skill passed down from our ancestors."

Gao He's wife had informed Fang Ling about this beforehand.

However, Fang Ling did not show up that day.

Even if she wasn't very intelligent, she still cried and begged to come.

No one could persuade me, so in the end I had to put my hand on her shoulders and say:

"Sister, Uncle asked me to take care of you before he passed away. You're not feeling well right now, so don't go. Once you're better, we'll go together to kowtow to him."

I kept my promise afterwards.

Fang Ling fainted from crying in front of the tombstone.

I carried her into the car.

My fellow passengers, Gao and Di, asked me in low voices, "What do we do next?"

"Didn't we say we'd let her stay at your place first?"

Gao He scratched his head vigorously: "I know! I'm talking about Uncle Cheng's relatives! I never knew he had any relatives! Now look what's happened... more than a dozen of them, both near and far, have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, bringing their families in droves! Do you know why they came? Didn't I tell you? I didn't mention the authorization letter, and they don't know who you are... but they know that I'm the one who's in charge of this, they know what I do... They're practically ready to take this to the police station!"

I asked, "Do you think there are any 'relatives' you can entrust with your affairs to?"

"What the hell! Why did they come here? It's written all over their faces!" Gao He was really anxious.

I exchanged a glance with him, then looked back at Fang Ling lying in the back seat, and turned my face away to say:

"Uncle Cheng's entire estate has only one heir, and that's Sister Ling. When I had my last meal with Uncle Cheng, he asked me to take care of Sister Ling. I was teasing him about coughing at the time... Just now in front of his tombstone, I promised him—as long as I live, I will take care of Sister Ling. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on her, I'll deal with them! I'll make sure they're dead!"

(End of this chapter)