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Chapter 45: Diving into many aspects

Meng Qing said, "That's it. My great-grandfather gave me a dream last night and asked me to find an iron box here. I just found the iron box and didn't even have time to open it, and you guys came."

Song Yingying sneered: "Who would believe such nonsense as a dream?"

Meng Qing curled her lips and said sincerely: "I believe it. I am a paper shop owner and I occasionally believe a little bit. What's more, it's the dream that my grandfather entrusted me with."

Song Yingying is really too ungrateful, so she has to say a few words.

The old policeman scratched his eyebrows and said, "Song Yingying was carried by someone else by mistake when she was just born. The Song family's child is actually dead. As for you Meng Qing... we haven't found out who your biological parents are yet."

Meng Qing thanked him: "Then please police officer, please help me check."

"Of course." The old policeman said, "The rest is your family matter. I can't interfere, so I'll leave first."

Meng Qing: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Song Yingying refused and took the old police officer's arm: "Why did you leave before you divided the property with me? No, you need to help me get what belongs to me back first!"

The old policeman looked disheveled. He was not the aunt of the neighborhood committee. He still had official duties to attend to.

"This is your family matter and I can't interfere. Let me educate you again. Although you are a biological child of the Meng family, the Meng family has not recognized you and has not allowed you to register as a member of the Meng family. You are not qualified to inherit. Do you understand? ?”

After the old policeman finished speaking, he pulled back his arm and walked away.

"Eh? There is no one in the Meng family, I..." Song Yingying glanced at Meng Qing and was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

She hasn't asked back to the paper shop or funeral parlor yet.

She has to figure out a way!

Meng Qing sighed and said aloud: "The Meng family only left the funeral parlor and the paper shop, which one do you want?"

Song Yingying suspected that she heard wrongly and blinked.

"What did you say?"

Meng Qing was silent.

Song Yingying said quickly: "I want a funeral parlor, a funeral parlor!"

He is not stupid. A funeral parlor is much better than a rag-paper shop.

It’s just that Meng Qing is so kind.

"Are you so kind?" Song Yingying looked at her suspiciously.

Meng Qing: "After all, you are the only bloodline of the Meng family. I will meet with the legal representative some other time."

"...Okay, don't play any tricks then."

"No, don't worry."

Song Yingying smiled so proudly when she heard this. The funeral parlor was an enterprise and institution. If she wanted to find a husband in the system, she would go there.

Hee hee, that’s what beauty is.

Meng Qing glanced at her and said, "Don't act like a funeral parlor. There are dedicated people in charge who have passed the selection examination. You are just the legal representative."

Ever since she brought Brother Kun here last time, Meng Qing had been trying to find a way to get the funeral home on track.

Song Yingying was dissatisfied: "I can also pass the exam, not only can I be..."

"Do you have any brains?" Meng Qing interrupted her and sneered.

Song Yingying was angry: "Why don't I have the brain? Who do you look down on?"

Meng Qing smiled: "Then you should take the exam for four or five years. I wish you success."

Song Yingying gritted her teeth: She really didn't like Meng Qing's indifferent look.

"Oh, by the way. There is a prerequisite, you must change your last name to Meng."

"Going to Meng family registration?" Song Yingying asked anxiously.

Meng Qing nodded, "If you want to stay in this house, just stay there. I'll leave first."

"I don't want to live here."

Song Yingying muttered in disgust.

After muttering, he glanced at Meng Qing's leaving figure.

Meng Qing may not have known that she was the daughter of the Meng family at first.

She also gave her the talisman, and now she gave it to the funeral parlor without saying a word.

Song Yingying slapped her head in frustration.

"I'm such a weakling. How did I become like this?"

When Meng Qing came out of the unit building, she saw many people gathering in the demolition area opposite.

Song Yingying stepped back and said, "What are you doing?" Meng Qing didn't look at her, "Go back quickly, don't join in the fun, be careful of being photographed."

Song Yingying looked indifferent and wanted to join in the excitement, "I will be photographed as long as I am an [-]th-level person."

Meng Qing snorted coldly: "The paparazzi doesn't care how many lines you have."

Song Yingying:......

Meng Qing was right, Song Yingying turned around and got into the car.

"Wai, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Meng Qing glanced at her RV and wanted to sit in it.

"No, I can't bear to part with my little battery."

As soon as the words were said, the RV drove away.

The bird flew back from the crowd, "I didn't find anything unusual. It's just a matter of a group of ordinary people."

Meng Qing hummed and rode the small battery back to the paper shop.

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Demolition site.

A cordon was set up around the area, and officers from the Criminal Investigation Brigade were exploring inside.

In the semi-old community, some people stuck their heads out of the windows to look out, but they didn't dare to come down.

Li Gang scanned around and said to forensic doctor Song Wei: "They were having a scene here this afternoon until eight o'clock in the evening. Suddenly they heard a strange sound. Now they are hiding in the room and not daring to join in the fun."

Song Wei put on his gloves and said with a smile, "Wouldn't that just make it easier for us to survey the scene?"

Song Wei asked: "Why did the demolition team requisition this place? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the location here is not good."

Li Gang: "That's beyond our control."

Song Wei bent down and entered the cordon.

As soon as she entered, she heard a strange sound.

The sound seemed to come from beneath her feet.

Song Wei looked stern, squatting down and observing the porcelain ground in front of her.

The ground must have been used by people walking on it, and it was shiny under the moonlight.

"Captain Li, did you hear anything?" she asked.

Li Gang: "I didn't hear it. There was a sound somewhere."

Li Gang immediately became alert and walked over.

He squatted on the ground next to Song Wei, "Here?"

Song Wei nodded.

The demolition team who had been waiting nearby was a little impatient: "Captain Li, have you found anything? We have to do construction overnight? Whose responsibility is this delayed progress?"

After he finished speaking, he muttered again, "What can it be? It's just those guys who are lazy and don't want to work. It's enough for the people to believe it. You policemen believe it too."

He was so angry that he lit a cigarette and smoked twice.

The bell rang, and he immediately became serious when he saw it, "Captain, what's wrong?"

"Is it starting?"

"It was supposed to start today, but something happened... The police are now exploring the site."

"Fuck, why did you alert them?! How did they prospect?"

Chen Jie glanced at Li Gang and Song Wei who were nearby, "I took a shovel and was digging into the ground. I don't know what to dig on the ground. Why don't I get an excavator..."

"Fuck you, I'm telling you Chen Jie, I don't care what you think of to get those people out of here immediately!"

Pop, the phone was hung up.

Chen Jie was stunned for a moment, remembering the captain's words, he rushed over immediately.

"We can't dig here. We haven't made a plan yet, so we can't dig indiscriminately!"

Li Gang took the shovel and glanced at him, "As far as we know, the excavator has started work this afternoon, and you have already dug that area over there."

Song Wei: "That's right, as long as construction starts, it means that it has been planned in advance. If the place we are currently exploring is not marked with a white line, it means that it is not in the plan."

Does this person think they are fools?
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