After going ashore at the funeral home, I relied on prophecy to solve the case and save myself

Chapter 79 Funeral
The funeral home in Qinglong City was booked out today, and all funeral and cremation services were suspended from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am.

When Zhu Jiangjiang arrived at the entrance of the funeral home by car, many media workers surrounded him outside.

Among the many luxury cars arriving today, taxis are particularly inconspicuous.A few reporters looked at it curiously, then withdrew their eyes and turned their attention to the other guests present.

Zhu Jiangjiang thought for a while, and instead of getting out of the car to avoid trouble, he sent the driver's license plate number to Xia Jinguo to let him go.

The work of the funeral parlor is an iron rice bowl. In the few months since she left the job, except for a few more newcomers, the employees of the unit are still the same as before.

One can imagine the expression of the whole family who knew her original occupation. Zhu Jiangjiang didn't want to make any troubles if she didn't come here today for a formality.

"Miss, we are in the auditorium. Can you find it? Do you want me to find someone to pick you up?" It was Xia Jinguo who called.

"No, I can find it." Zhu Jiangjiang hung up the phone and got off the car.

She has lived here for three years, not to mention that the funeral parlor has placed a sign leading to the auditorium under the banyan tree in the parking lot, and she knows the way without the sign.

The auditorium is located in the Jixiang Building, which is the highest-standard funeral venue in Qinglong City.

The stairs in front of the door are carved from white marble. The auditorium can accommodate up to a thousand people, and the cost of booking a session is as high as six figures. The last VIP who worked here was the well-known physicist Wang Xuejun.

Today's auditorium was extremely lively, almost all the people who had a little contact with Zhu's family came, and those who couldn't be there also sent wreaths.

Hundreds of condolence wreaths of different styles are like a torrent of yellow and white, extending from the auditorium to the square in front of the stairs.

The atmosphere in the auditorium is solemn and mournful.

Zhu Jiangjiang pressed the black duckbill cap on his head, took the towels and silk gold red envelopes sent by Zhu's family, and quietly blended into the queue of offering incense and worshiping, silently queuing up.

Zhu Jianfeng's coffin was displayed in the center of the auditorium. Xiao Chen and several relatives of Zhu Jiangjiang who couldn't be named were in front of them, handing burning fragrances to the guests one by one, while Chen Chen and Zhu Jianxi sat beside the coffin completely naked and burned paper money .

The line got shorter and shorter, and Zhu Jiangjiang finally saw Father Zhu.

Father Zhu's face was gloomy, as if he had aged a lot overnight, and he was standing beside Zhu Jianfeng's coffin, wondering what he was thinking.

He would occasionally say hello to more important guests, and Xia Jinguo stood beside him.

When Xiao Chen handed the three pillars of fragrance to Zhu Jiangjiang's hand, his pupils shrank, obviously recognizing Zhu Jiangjiang.

Zhu Jiangjiang hurriedly made a gesture to keep quiet, but unfortunately the gesture was too big. Father Zhu who was on the side immediately noticed the situation here and looked over.

Zhu Jiangjiang lowered her head and didn't meet his gaze, walked around the coffin step by step according to the etiquette of mourning, and put the incense in the incense burner.

Zhu Jianfeng's body had obviously been repaired by the mortician, and there was no apparent injury on the surface.

Zhu Jiangjiang glanced at her, her makeup was white, her lips were bright red, and her style was old-fashioned. It looked like Lu Yifeng's masterpiece.

And a thick and docile wig is an obvious reminder that the head has been severely damaged in a car accident.

Feeling that Zhu's father's eyes had been lingering on her, Zhu Jiangjiang was inevitably a little nervous.

After thinking about it and looking at it, Zhu Jiang Jiang planned to apply oil on the soles of his feet after incense.

Unexpectedly, Xia Jinguo came over in time and led her to the seat arranged for the guests below.

"After the ceremony, we'll go straight to dinner, Missy, sit down for a while." Xia Jinguo said in a low voice.

The funeral was about half an hour away, and the Zhu family arranged a banquet at the Yunshang Hotel. After the ceremony, everyone went directly to the banquet.

Zhu Jiangjiang sat on the chair and was bored, when suddenly a head appeared beside her, which startled her.

"Master, why are you here? Are you related to the Zhu family?"

With a big round, chubby face, winking eyebrows and a naive look, it is the apprentice Datang brought out by her.

"It's something to do with it. Come here to have a good time. How is your work recently? Have you become a regular?" Zhu Jiangjiang deliberately lowered his voice.

The center of the auditorium is full of mourning and joy, but this is the scene of a funeral after all, so it should not be too ostentatious.

"After passing the three practical exercises, there is still the funeral etiquette. Come and learn today." Datang whispered in cooperation.

The two were talking when suddenly a sharp voice sounded behind them.

"Zhu Jiangjiang, you are no longer from the Zhu family. What qualifications do you have to be cheeky to attend the funeral? The dead are the oldest, and my younger brother is still lying in the coffin. You are talking and laughing here. You really think you are here to watch a show." Is it?"

At some point, Zhu Jianxi walked over with his belly outstretched, his expression furious.

Zhu Jiangjiang asked himself that there was talk, but there was definitely no joking.

But in fact, which of the guests sitting here didn't whisper to each other?If he wasn't really his own son, who could sit there and cry for a long time?
Although there are a hundred reasons enough to choke back, considering the Tang Dynasty around him, Zhu Jiangjiang still chose not to be as knowledgeable as Zhu Jianxi.

After all, Datang was still working seriously at the funeral home, and Zhu Jiangjiang would feel very sorry if he was scolded for saying hello to her.

Zhu Jiangjiang held Tang Tang who was about to explain to her, and turned around to leave the table.

"Don't dare to fart, are you guilty?"

Unexpectedly, seeing her silent, Zhu Jianxi pushed forward even more.

As if to vent all the anger he received at the birthday banquet last time, Zhu Jianxi raised his foot and kicked Zhu Jiangjiang.

"Master, be careful!"

Zhu Jiangjiang was unprepared for this kick, but Tang, who was standing behind her, saw it clearly, and stepped forward to push Zhu Jiangjiang anxiously.

"Ouch!"

Zhu Jianxi kicked in the air and slammed into Datang's heavy "noble body", and was bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

"What is this doing!"

Father Zhu walked over with a dark face.

Zhu Jianxi's belly was obviously already very big, and he couldn't get up for a long time after falling to the ground. His head was covered in cold sweat, and he wept like rain while holding his stomach.

Datang was taken aback by this sudden change, and stood aside dumbfounded.

"Xixi, are you okay, don't scare mom."

Chen Chen heard the sound with red eyes, and when he saw his daughter fell to the ground, he panicked.

"Mom, it was Zhu Jiangjiang who killed me."

Seeing that Zhu Jianxi's face was pale, and he still bit his lip to complain, Zhu Jiangjiang couldn't help but sneered.

She took a step forward and stood in front of Datang, "If the amniotic fluid is broken, don't hurry up and call an ambulance. I'm ashamed to talk empty teeth here."

Zhu Jianxi lowered his head and looked down, only to see a puddle of viscous liquid on the ground at some point.

It was not the first time she had given birth, and she immediately understood that Zhu Jiangjiang was telling the truth.

"The baby is only seven months old."

She, who had always been pampered, was stunned by this sudden change, tremblingly holding Chen Chen's hand, eager to seek her mother's comfort.

"Call an ambulance!"

Chen Chen didn't react for a while, and was quite at a loss.Fortunately, Father Zhu was still awake, so he turned around and told Xia Jinguo to call the police.

(End of this chapter)