dhibooks Chapter 81 Critically ill.
Chapter 81 Critically ill.
Jiang Bei quickly took the folder, and when he opened it, the information fell down with a clatter.
Anning City has very strict management of cemeteries. Except for those over [-] years old, widows, and terminally ill elderly, they can purchase longevity tombs in advance. For others who want to buy, relatives have to register in detail with the cremation certificate of the deceased.
Jiang Bei picked up the documents and looked through them carefully. Han Wenzhou's cremation certificate was issued by the funeral home in Dongyang City, and the date of death was filled in on October 2001, 10.
"Really found it? Is it Han Wenzhou?" Lin An couldn't believe it, "Wait, it didn't mean that Han Wenzhou was buried behind his own villa at first, but Han Cheng had to send his son to the memorial hall because of land occupation and demolition. Why did you come to Ning'an City again?"
Jiang Bei also wanted to ask this question, did Han Cheng dig up his son's bones and send them directly to Ning'an City?Because Han Cheng didn't allow people to pay homage to Han Wenzhou, so the two sisters of the Han family didn't find out about it?
Jiang Bei stretched out his hand and asked, "Is there a subscription book for the cemetery?"
"There is a file," the person in charge of the cemetery handed over the file to Jiang Bei, "here."
The subscription book is brand new, the subscriber is Han Cheng, the user is Han Wenzhou, and the subscription date is February this year.
Lin An craned his neck to look: "It's really Han Wenzhou, but what's the purpose of Han Cheng digging out his son so hard and sending him all the way to Ning'an City? Don't the older generation pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots? Also, since 10 The 10th of the month is Han Wenzhou's death day, Han Cheng brought white flowers to pay homage to his son alone, why did he put the flowers in front of Cheng Ye's tomb, the old fool misplaced them?"
Lin An asked questions one after another, trying to connect these questions with the case, his mind running at high speed.
Jiang Bei stared closely at the purchase date of the cemetery on the subscription book—this February.
He caught a clue: "Han Cheng probably didn't move Han Wenzhou's ashes from Dongyang City to Ning'an City because the villa was going to be demolished."
Listening to Jun's words, Lin An nodded seriously: "It makes sense, Han Cheng has been a nail household for so many years, how could he suddenly be unable to withstand the pressure of the government and want to move the cemetery for his son? And he hasn't moved out of the villa yet. The valuables were almost taken away by the surname Qian, he is not at all a person who agrees to the demolition, unless he did not intend to put the collection in the villa at all, but it is his son's relic, it is impossible to justify it."
Jiang Bei squeezed the cemetery subscription book tightly, and quickly went through the history of the case—Han Cheng came to Yong'an Cemetery to pay homage to his son, but put the wrong white flower, so he ran into Cheng Qiong who was going to see Cheng Ye. The villa, followed by a fire.
Then if Han Cheng's white flower was not misplaced, and Cheng Qiong was not met by chance?
In this way, everything can be explained.
"I seem to know what's going on."
Jiang Bei inexplicably started to have a fever. It was a kind of dry heat, and his heart was beating very fast. His mind quickly flashed the faces of all the people involved in the case, whether they were dead or alive, as if he was about to open Pandora's box and get closer to the secret.
Lin An was confused: "What's going on?"
"One more thing to confirm," Jiang Bei greeted the person in charge of the cemetery, and asked, "The cemetery subscriber can choose the location, right?"
"Of course," said the person in charge, "a good location is slightly more expensive, and a corner location is cheaper, if there is an empty tomb for them to choose."
"Take me to the cemetery."
The person in charge rushed forward to open the way. The cemetery is very large and divided into sections. About two hundred people can be buried in one area. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, there are densely packed dark tombstones.
Jiang Bei: "Which position is the best?"
The person in charge raised his chin and motioned him to look at the top of the mountain: "Over there, there are all single-family buildings, facing the south direction, without shelter, with a large distance between them, and the daily management and maintenance is also the best."
Lin An thought that Han Cheng was rich, so he would definitely choose the best position for his son. He raised his legs and wanted to walk to the top of the mountain. After walking a few steps, he found that his eldest brother hadn't followed. He turned around and said, "Hey! Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Bei pointed to a cemetery on the mountainside: "Are the tombs there cheaper?"
The person in charge nodded: "It's much cheaper than the one on the top of the mountain, and the average price is average. Hey, last time I took you there to see it, it's just an ordinary tomb."
Cheng Ye was buried on the mountainside.
Lin An saw that his boss turned and walked towards the mountainside, and jumped down the steps to follow.
The cemetery on the mountainside is the average price, and the sales volume is the best, and the rows are all owned by the owner.The person in charge said that cremation has also begun to be implemented in rural areas, and the supply is in short supply. In recent years, the price of cemeteries has risen again, and the unit price has even exceeded the unit price of housing. beg.
Jiang Bei went straight to the seventh row, stayed in front of Cheng Ye's tomb for a while, then turned his head to look at the tomb next to him. A few lines of words were painted on the stele with gold lacquer—the tomb of Aizi Han Wenzhou, so it was built in 2001 October 10th.
Lin An also saw it, and he gasped, feeling his hair stand on end for a moment.
They came here earlier to find Cheng Qiong, but they didn't pay attention to who was buried next to Cheng Ye. Even if they did, they didn't know what kind of god "Han Wenzhou" was.
The person in charge also found it strange, folded his arms and pursed his lips, and immediately heard Jiang Bei ask: "Didn't you just say that the tomb on the mountainside is hard to find?"
"Yeah..." the person in charge murmured.
"Tomb..." The young man who just discovered Han Wenzhou's folder also followed. He knows more about the chores of the cemetery than the person in charge of daily affairs, "I remembered that at the end of last year, a family member brought his father The fucking critical illness notice came to set up the Dingshou Tomb, just this one, and later retired and bought a villa on the top of the mountain. At that time, I wondered how their family had the money to buy the tomb on the top of the mountain after spending all their money on medical treatment for the elderly. ?”
Lin An couldn't hold back his imagination, so he wrote a new script: "Han Cheng paid for the tomb on the top of the mountain for that family, and when the tomb became vacant, Han Cheng immediately bought it and buried Han Wenzhou." Next to Cheng Ye. Cheng Ye passed away at the end of January this year, that's why Han Cheng suddenly moved his son's tomb and bought the cemetery in February. The purpose is very clear. Then it is not accidental that he met Cheng Qiong in the cemetery. Knowing Cheng Qiong from the beginning, this can explain why Auntie Cheng is willing to go with him, because... hiss~ Brother Jiang, I have a hunch that if nothing happens, you are going to post, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other!"
It was rare for Jiang Bei not to refute him when he made such an inappropriate statement, and asked instead: "Do you still remember the pair of silver bracelets found in the ruins of the old villa? I said earlier that when Han Wenfang was about to lose his right of inheritance, Han Wenjing The reason I'm still nervous may be because there are other heirs—"
"Remember, what you said is correct!" Lin An quickly took over the words, emphasizing again, "Don't forget each other, Gou Fugui!"
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After Jiangnan returned to Ning'an City, he first settled down with Cheng Qiong, then went home to take a bath, and took a look at the dirty cats left behind.
The cat hadn't seen a living person for two or three days, and the one who came back was Twolegs, condescending and acting like a spoiled child, but half of the freeze-dried ones didn't ask for it, so Twolegs left with a cup of delicious chicken soup, and before leaving Special reminder that it should be neutered.
The two-legged beast's virtue is not worthy of a wife in their cat world, its father is really blind!
Dirty Xixi went back to the cat's nest and began to miss her father.
Jiang Nan returned to the hospital with Shi Quan Da Bu Decoction, and realized after a while that Cheng Qiong was unconscious, why did he drink it?So he sat in front of Cheng Qiong's bed and drank the soup, crying greedily for the old man in the same ward.
The nurse who came to make the rounds asked him, "Are you a family member of the patient?"
Jiang Nan wiped his mouth slowly: "Volunteers."
"Then get out," the nurse urged him away, "don't eat in the ward."
When Jiang Nan raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the old man on the opposite side of the bed who was on a strict diet, staring at him eagerly, and tears of envy flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, Aunt Cheng woke up and called me."
Jiang Nan patted his ass and left, strolling to the intensive care unit.
Han Cheng estimated that he was really dying, so he came out of the treatment room and was sent directly to the intensive care area. The doctor said that the patient was too old, and the operation was risky, and he might not be able to get off the operating table. Conservative treatment was recommended.
It was meal time, and the elevators in the inpatient department were overcrowded. Jiang Nan didn't want to be crowded, so he spun around and walked to the safe passage.
At this time, there was a sound of light and fast footsteps from behind, and hurriedly brushed Jiangnan's shoulder and ran upstairs.
Jiang Nan called to stop the visitor: "Lawyer Zhang?"
The man stopped and looked behind him, holding up his gold-rimmed glasses. He remembered the unforgettable face of the young man, but he didn't know the name.
Jiang Nan smiled and said, "We've seen it before, at Han Wenfang's house."
The man was Han Cheng's lawyer Zhang Lv. Before Han Wenjing quarreled with Han Wenfang and took him with him. It was he who told the police that Han Cheng approached him for a will notarization in the middle of last year and wanted to donate his property to the police. To Han Wenjing's family, and later Han Cheng regretted it.
"I forgot to introduce myself," Jiang Nan stretched out his hand friendly, "My surname is Jiang."
"Hello, Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect to meet you here." Zhang Lu remembered that Jiang Bei would glance at the young man from time to time, thinking that the young man was Jiang Bei's unlucky younger brother with the same surname, "Officer Jiang also returned to Ning'an?"
"Well, it's time to go," Jiang Nan walked side by side with him, and the loose energy on his body unconsciously slowed down Zhang Lu's pace, "Isn't Lawyer Zhang in Dongyang City, he came all the way here What happened?"
Zhang Lu said, "Mr. Han is awake."
"That's really great." Jiang Nan smiled, thinking to herself, when Han Cheng woke up last time, Han Wenjing wanted to announce to the world that her father had woken up with a loudspeaker, why was it so quiet this time?It's not her style.
He said: "Mr. Han probably has a premonition, and wants to tell you something before leaving."
Zhang Lv looked up at the ceiling, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Mr. Han didn't call me here, it was Han Wenjing. She said that Mr. Han's throat seemed to be choked up and he couldn't speak. Let me have a look."
Zhang Lv pulled out a wry smile: "Their family, what should I say... Whoever asked a lawyer to see the patient, everyone understands the intention. The matter has developed to this point, and it is almost impossible for Han Wenfang to be entitled to the property. Once Mr. Han dies, he doesn't need to make a will, and the property belongs to Han Wenjing, so she came to me because she thought it would be safer to have a lawyer."
"Oh? Lawyer Zhang also thinks that Han Wenjing's family finally showed their fox tail when they saw that the old man could not be saved?"
Zhang Lv doesn't say a word, he has dealt with countless kinds of disputes, and he has seen many families who were harmonious before were torn apart by a few pieces of silver. .
Jiang Nan circled around the door of the safe passage, and said a lie without blushing: "My aunt lives on this floor, I will go to see her first, lawyer Zhang walk slowly."
After all, he was an outsider, so it seemed strange to go up to see Han Cheng with the lawyer, as long as he knew that Han Cheng was awake.
Zhang Lv nodded, turned around and strode up the stairs.
The intensive care area of the hospital probably concentrated most of the life and death partings in the world. The whole floor was eerily quiet, and even the nurses who made the rounds did not feel their footsteps lightly, for fear of overshadowing those devout prayers.
Zhang Lv gently opened the door and entered the sick room. The old man on the bed could not hear the sound, and when he heard the movement, his cloudy eyes moved, and he scanned the lawyer, Han Wenjing, his son-in-law and grandson very slowly, and finally fixed his eyes on Han Wenjing's face. .
"Dad," Han Wenjing wiped away tears, held Han Cheng's hand, and said, "Lawyer Zhang is here. Tell me what you have to say, and I'll call you for anyone else you want to see."
Han Cheng kept his eyes on Han Wenjing's face over and over again.
Han Wenjing is beautiful in person, and she is well maintained. It can be seen that there are dozens of people. If she has a softer voice, she will be a very charming woman if she goes there.
Han Cheng was probably thinking about how his lovely and beautiful second daughter became like this.
"........."
Han Cheng opened his mouth, and there was a hoarse hissing sound from his throat. He couldn't tune, couldn't speak, and tears flowed out, wet the gauze wrapped on his face.
"Dad, tell me, I'm listening," Han Wenjing moved closer to the old man's lips, "Speak."
Her husband and son were also around the bed.
"Dad, don't worry, take your time."
"Why can't I speak? Grandpa, do you recognize me? Just say a word if you recognize me."
Zhang Lv didn't dare to sit down, and tucked the quilt for the old man: "When did the old man wake up?"
"I woke up once in Dongyang City and fell asleep again. The doctor transferred me to a big hospital," Han Wenjing choked up. Tang Zhiyu is all to blame for the words, how can he do it?! Lawyer Zhang, please run for a while."
"...it should be," Zhang Lu saw that Han Cheng's lips were so dry, he planned to pour a glass of water to moisten the old man, but as soon as he turned around, a dry hand stretched out and grabbed his wrist tightly, with too much force. As a dying old man should have.
"Dad, what's the matter?!"
Han Wenjing's family became nervous: "Do you have something to explain to Lawyer Zhang?"
"How to explain? I can't even speak."
"Dad, let's talk slowly."
Han Cheng thought that Zhang Lv was about to leave, so he grabbed him tightly, and the gauze wrapped around his hands was stretched open, showing the horrific burns.
Zhang Lv said slowly, "I won't go, I'll get you a glass of water."
"I go!"
Han Wenjing hurriedly got up, but Han Cheng was still not satisfied, he dragged Zhang Lv while driving the remaining son-in-law and grandson out with the other hand.
"Dad, how can you do it alone?" His son-in-law said, "We don't worry about it."
"Grandpa, it's okay, take your time."
"!!"
The hissing sound in Han Cheng's throat became heavier, and even his whole body began to tremble.
His son-in-law was startled, he didn't know what the old man was going to do, and he was afraid that he would be mad at him, so he would not be able to explain clearly at that time, so he pulled his son back outside the door, "Okay, let's go out first, but I am really worried. Can you call two doctors to look after you? Dad, don't be in a hurry. "
It wasn't until Han Cheng and Zhang Lu were the only ones left in the ward that Han Cheng's rapid breathing became more and more stable.
Zhang Lu pulled up the chair and sat down, and asked, "Do you want to wait for the doctor to come?"
Han Cheng nodded with difficulty.
After watching the good show, Jiangnan slipped away quickly, turned his head to report the latest situation to his superiors, and said on the phone, "Deputy Jiang's detachment, Han Cheng woke up at noon, but Han Wenjing didn't tell anyone, and even secretly called the lawyer."
Jiang Bei was rushing to the city bureau. When he received the call, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the city hospital: "Are you awake? Then?"
"Shouldn't I be rewarded for providing clues?" Jiang Jiang said, "I'll make a note first, remember that you owe me a reward. Han Cheng's situation is not optimistic. He can't move or speak. With his current body The situation, he has no chance to personally distribute the property, Han Wenjing asked a lawyer to let the lawyer witness Han Cheng's death, to prove that she did not obtain the inheritance through illegal means, but—"
Jiang Bei was about to be hanged to death by him, and all the dirty words he learned were used on Jiang Nan: "Fart all at once."
"You are fierce again," Jiang Nan said "tsk" and returned to the topic, "But Han Cheng just kicked Han Wenjing's family out of the ward, leaving only lawyer Zhang and the doctor by his side. Do you want to know the outcome of this property dispute? Come here quickly, or when Han Cheng dies, you can only ask him who the kidnapper is through a psychic."