eurekapd Chapter 277: The Tranquility After the Storm
Chapter 277: The Tranquility After the Storm
The originally solemn and dignified atmosphere in the funeral home was instantly broken by the sudden action of the father and son. The atmosphere was like a bomb was thrown into it, and the temperature was suddenly raised by several degrees.
The atmosphere of tension and chaos spread rapidly like a surging tide, attracting people's attention.
The people who were originally immersed in grief temporarily put aside their sorrow and gathered together as if drawn by an invisible thread.
There was a mixture of surprise, curiosity and anger in their eyes; some frowned, some whispered, and the air in the entire hall seemed to have become hot because of this sudden situation.
Mu Xiaoji's face turned red with anger, and the red was like a burning flame, almost devouring his sanity.
He shouted loudly: "Gu Bingyi? You dare to come back? I haven't settled the score with you yet! You are so good now that you come back and do this. Teacher Gu is making money again, right?"
The old man Gu Bingyi's body trembled slightly, and he pointed his ten fingers at Mu Xiaoji angrily. His old hand was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, covered with blue veins and age spots, and he looked righteous.
He stiffened his neck and responded, "Mu Xiaoji, don't think I don't know that my brother has been working for you for free all these years, working hard without complaint.
You are now worth over 100 million, but you still bully others like this. It is unreasonable, right? My brother's cause of death is unknown, and I want you to give me an explanation. "
There was a glimmer of cunning in his eyes, which were like a mouse in the dark night, quickly scanning the crowd, as if looking for emotions that could be exploited. He wanted to put Mu Xiaoji in an unjust position in front of everyone and make his lies more convincing.
Mu Xiaoji smiled coldly, and that smile was like the cold wind in winter, icy and full of disdain.
He sneered, "Huh, are you trying to find out my background to extort money from me?"
Gu Bingyi was immediately furious when Mu Xiaoji saw through his thoughts. He shouted, "Mu Xiaoji, don't be the first to complain. I came back to seek justice for my brother. Don't make yourself sound so noble."
Mu Xiaoji slowly approached Gu Bingyi, and every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, bringing with it a heavy feeling of oppression.
His eyes turned bloodshot with anger, and his gaze was like two sharp swords, looking straight through Gu Bingyi and the ugly soul beneath his hypocritical appearance.
Seeing this, Gu Bingyi's son Gu Ming hurriedly inserted himself between the two men. His sturdy body stretched out his arms like a wall to try to stop Mu Xiaoji. He shouted fiercely, "Mu Xiaoji, what are you going to do to my father?"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his eyes revealed a hint of panic, but he still pretended to be calm.
A sneer appeared on Mu Xiaoji's lips. The smile was as cold as ice, which could freeze the air around them.
He stared at Gu Ming and said, "Gu Ming, do you still remember my leg? It wasn't originally so useless? You don't forget your masterpiece, do you?"
Gu Ming's eyes flashed with panic, his lips trembled slightly, but he still held on, took a step back, and argued cunningly: "That's because you overestimated your own abilities and meddled in other people's business."
His voice sounded a little weak, like a loser who was lacking confidence and was making his last struggle.
Mu Xiaoji seemed to have touched his most painful nerve. He roared, "Why am I meddling in other people's business? Teacher Gu's family had a car accident, and the other party paid three million yuan in compensation. That's life-saving money! But what about you? You took the money and didn't help the dying teacher's wife and sister, and absconded with the money.
I stopped you at the door of my house and begged you to save them. But you, regardless of family affection, broke my already disabled leg. I still can't forget the excruciating pain.
After you beat me unconscious, your whole family fled. Now, I don’t know how you and your son have the face to stand in front of Teacher Gu’s remains and speak nonsense.”
His body also trembled slightly due to the fluctuations of emotions, as if he had returned to that nightmare scene again.
At this moment, Luo Jinxi and Cui Jiani walked into the hall. As soon as they came in, they were stunned by the chaotic scene in front of them.
Cui Jiani frowned and said in confusion, "Hey, what's going on?" Her eyes were full of surprise and worry, and her brows were almost twisted into a knot.
Luo Jinxi also looked confused. She widened her eyes, shook her head and said, "I don't know!"
The two of them stood on tiptoe and peered inside, scanning the crowd from time to time, trying to figure out the whole story.
At the same time, Mu Huiying and Dean Guo also walked in. Mu Huiying looked nervous, her eyes searching anxiously among the crowd, revealing motherly concern;
She muttered to herself, "What's going on? Is something wrong with Xiaoji?" Her steps were a little flustered and her hands were unconsciously clenched.
Dean Guo was trying hard to squeeze in, while shouting loudly: "Everyone, make way and let us in."
His voice was loud and urgent, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he pushed the people around him away with his elbows, trying to open a passage for himself and Mu Huiying.
Cui Jiani and Luo Jinxi finally squeezed to Jiang Chengyu's side and asked anxiously: "What happened?"
Before he finished speaking, Gu Bingyi suddenly started to throw a tantrum. He lay on the ground and began to roll around. His movements were exaggerated and funny.
He kept shouting, "Hey, Mu Xiaoji is bullying me because he is rich! I am going to sue you for hiring elderly employees and withholding their wages."
His voice sounded tearful, yet extremely artificial, and his face was covered with stains of a mixture of dust and tears.
Jiang Chengyu was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Gu Bingyi and said, "You..."
Gu Ming also started to make a fuss: "Hey, Mu Xiaoji is bullying the old man! Everyone, please give my father some justice!" His voice was sharp and piercing, causing a commotion in the crowd.
President Bai was already furious, his face was ashen, like a volcano about to erupt.
He shouted, "You two, do you have any shame? So many people are watching! Are you two just going to act like this? Students..."
“Yes…” the students responded in unison, their voices as uniform and powerful as thunder.
"Kick those two old bastards out of here."
"Yes," President Bai gave an order, and all the students from the Wushu Association immediately rushed forward, their eyes filled with anger and disdain.
They stepped forward to drag the father and son. Their movements were swift and decisive, like well-trained soldiers.
Seeing this, Gu Bingyi lay on the ground and acted like a scoundrel, shouting, "If anyone dares to touch me, believe it or not, I will go to your house and cause trouble for you."
Gu Bingyi's roar really frightened all the students. They looked at each other and stood there, not daring to move.
Mu Xiaoji ignored the unreasonable demands of Gu Bingyi and his son. He took out his cell phone with a steady and firm movement.
His deep voice rang out: "Hello, 110? This is the funeral home. Someone is causing trouble here. There are already casualties."
His voice was clear and calm, standing out amidst the chaos.
Gu Ming was still arguing: "Mu Xiaoji, I'm not afraid of you even if you call the police. It's a fact that my uncle has been working for you in the bookstore all these years." Although there was a hint of fear in his eyes, he still pretended to be tough.
Mu Xiaoji ignored Gu Ming. His eyes were always on Jiang Chengyu, full of concern and worry.
He supported Jiang Chengyu and walked step by step to the reception seat. He comforted Jiang Chengyu to sit down, and then carefully helped him adjust his sitting posture, his eyes full of heartache.
Dean Guo and Mu Huiying finally squeezed over and asked with concern, "Xiao Ji, what's going on? Are you okay?"
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Chengyu, who was sweating and looking a little pale, and said distressedly: "With the little monster here, how can it hurt me at all!"
There was a hint of relief and gratitude in his tone, and his eyes flashed with trust and dependence on Jiang Chengyu.
Soon, sirens began wailing, and the sharp sound cut through the tense atmosphere above the funeral home, like a ray of light in the darkness, foreshadowing that this farce was about to take a new turn.
The sound of the sirens was getting closer and louder, like a declaration of justice, which aroused a sense of expectation in people's hearts.
Qian Zhanyong, along with a team of police officers, strode into the funeral home hall. His serious expression and majestic aura were like a cold wind in winter, instantly quieting the originally noisy hall.
Seeing this, everyone consciously made way for them, their eyes focused on the policemen with awe in their eyes.
As soon as Qian Zhanyong walked into the hall, he saw a 70-year-old man lying on the ground. His clothes were a little messy, and his face was covered with tear marks and dust. The tear marks were particularly eye-catching under the dirt, and he looked in a miserable state.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a panicked look on his face. His eyes were wandering and he was looking at everything around him nervously, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.
Qian Zhanyong frowned and raised his voice to ask, "Who called the police?"
Mu Xiaoji said in a cold and stiff tone: "Me!"
As he responded, the people around him dispersed to both sides. The movements were quick and orderly. Mu Xiaoji's figure was completely revealed in front of Qian Zhanyong. His straight black suit was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.
When Qian Zhanyong saw Mu Xiaoji, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked Mu Xiaoji up and down and saw that Mu Xiaoji was wearing a neat and straight black suit.
She wore a white flower on her chest. The flower was pure white and stood out in this sad atmosphere, as if it was a silent tribute to the deceased.
Qian Zhanyong couldn't help but take a few steps closer and asked curiously, "Mu Xiaoji, who are you mourning for?"
Mu Xiaoji lowered his head slightly and answered with a sad expression: "My teacher." His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes revealed deep sadness.
At this time, Gu Bingyi, relying on his old age, rolled and crawled to Qian Zhanyong's feet, his movements were flustered and funny, and he hugged his legs;
He cried, "Oh, police comrade, you have to help me! Mu Xiaoji took advantage of his power to bully others and killed my brother, and he even called the police to file a complaint first!"
As he spoke, he secretly observed the reactions of the people around him with his cloudy eyes, which were full of cunning. The corners of his mouth slightly raised and then immediately lowered, and his appearance fully revealed his hypocrisy.
Qian Zhanyong leaned over to help the old man, but the old man just couldn't get up.
Mu Xiaoji smiled coldly, without any warmth in his smile. He looked at Qian Zhanyong and said, "Captain Qian, please arrest Gu Bingyi and Gu Ming immediately. They are the culprits who absconded with the money and caused the death of Mr. Gu's wife and daughter.
You can find the evidence once you check it. I will send you the address of the truck driver and the contact information of the doctor who treated me via WeChat for evidence. "
His eyes were firm and confident, and every word he said was powerful, as if he was reading out an irrefutable verdict. He took out his mobile phone and skillfully operated it to send the relevant information to Qian Zhanyong.
When Gu Bingyi and Gu Ming heard Mu Xiaoji's words, they realized that the matter was exposed. They looked at each other, and hurriedly supported each other, preparing to escape in the chaos.
However, as soon as they turned around, they were stopped by the police officers guarding the door. The sharp eyes of the police officers, like falcons, quickly controlled them.
Their movements were clean and neat, leaving the father and son no chance to resist.
Seeing this, Qian Zhanyong simply waved his hand slightly. The action was simple and majestic, and the police officers took the two away from the funeral home.
The sounds of the father and son struggling and begging for mercy gradually disappeared outside the hall, leaving only sighs echoing in the air.
Qian Zhanyong walked to the side solemnly and picked up a white chrysanthemum. His movements were elegant and gentlemanly, and every action was full of respect.
He held the chrysanthemums in both hands and bowed deeply in the direction of Teacher Gu. The bow was slow and pious. He bent at 90 degrees for a long time before slowly standing up.
Then, he walked slowly towards the coffin, his steps light and steady, as if he was afraid of disturbing the peace of the deceased.
He quietly looked at Teacher Gu's remains, his eyes revealing a trace of remembrance for the old man, a review of Teacher Gu's life and reluctance to see him go.
After a moment, he gently put down the chrysanthemum, then turned and walked towards Mu Xiaoji. The two faced each other and bowed to each other in return.
This gesture was a sign of respect for each other and for the funeral. Their eyes met, conveying an understanding that required no words.
When Luo Jinxi saw Qian Zhanyong, she walked up to him and said softly, "Captain Qian, I'm here to help and would like to take three days off." Her eyes were full of anticipation, and she hoped that Qian Zhanyong would approve it.
Qian Zhanyong nodded, turned his gaze to Mu Xiaoji and said soothingly: "Mu Xiaoji, please accept my condolences. I am leaving now."
Mu Xiaoji nodded slightly and responded, "Captain Qian, take care." His eyes were full of gratitude as he watched Qian Zhanyong and the police officers pack up and leave.
The entire hall gradually returned to its previous solemnity. People silently returned to their seats and continued to immerse themselves in mourning for the deceased. Only the faint fragrance of flowers still lingered in the air, telling of the tranquility after the storm.