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Ye Hao smiled faintly, casually pinched a photo out of his pocket and handed it to the security guard at the door.

"the woman in here is your boss's wife, isn't she"

"I heard that she lost her husband in middle age, leaving only one son with her."

"it's a pity that her son is unable to support Ah Dou, so the wealth left by her husband has now been defeated by seven to eight."

"now, this woman is dead."

"her precious son is supposed to be crying in there, right"

"Don't you ask your little master."

"do you want to know the truth about his mother's death"

"Let me in if you want."

"I can say that there is only one person in the world who can give him the truth."

the security guard looked strange. After holding the photo for a moment, Ye Hao quickly turned around

five minutes later, Ye Hao entered the furniture city.

all the shops in the furniture city are closed now, and the lights in the hallway are not turned on, only the dim fire emergency lights flicker occasionally.

in the corner of the furniture city, occasionally a few lazy-looking security guards squatted on the ground to smoke, and when they saw Ye Hao, his eyes looked a bit hazy.

Ye Hao, who had no interest in these security guards, came to a hollow hall at the top of the only furniture city.

at the moment, the hall, where the flow of people used to be the busiest, is now extremely depressing.

around the lanterns are decorated, although they are all white lanterns and black cloth, but no matter how you look at them, they all feel a bit irrelevant.

and in the middle, there is a coffin made of gold nanmu, and now there is air-conditioning blowing around.

plus dim candlelight and enough air conditioning.

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this place looks spooky, like a ghost domain.

and in this place, the weirdest thing is a man sitting on the ground in a white shirt.

his face was morbidly pale and his body was very weak. He had obviously been hurt by alcohol for a long time.

but there is not much sadness on his face, there is a kind of indescribable despair and malice.

is like a dying person who has been chopped off his last chance of life.

people like this tend to be paranoid and crazy.

this son is the small master of this furniture city, the only son of the middle-aged lady who died in the police station, Qian Yixu.

at the moment, Qian Yixu seemed to hear footsteps, looked up and squinted at Ye Hao in front of him, and didn't know what was flowing in his empty eyes.

Ye Hao looked calmly at the photo and incense burner in front of him, stood on a bouquet of incense, and politely took out two hundred yuan and handed it to the director, before his eyes fell on Qian Yixu, saying faintly, "Qian Yixu, is there little money"

"people cannot be brought back to life from the dead, and those who are alive should be strong. I also ask you to be sorry for your loss."

"my condolences Smooth change "

Qian Yixu looked at Ye Hao and suddenly grinned with a bit of madness in his smile.

"you are Ye Hao, right"

"my mother's death has something to do with you, right"

"now that my mother is dead, I'm going to give him a splendid funeral."

"as a result, you came to the door on your own!"

"what a pity!"

"I don't even have to prepare a tribute!"

"Boys, keep your troops for a thousand days and use them for a while!"

"chop him up and throw his head on it!" Worship my mother! "ked off all the firearms in her hand.soon, a pure and tender face came into view of Ye Hao.is no more than twenty years old, but he is very good-looking, but his eyes have a stubborn taste.the innocen...