The wind was a bit strong,
So strong that Boss Zhou almost threw out his back.
Especially Lü Wencheng's last "Mom,"
It was practically a spiritual vehicle drifting,
So heavenly.
However, after the initial shock, he didn't feel much else.
Perhaps, the old man Lü Yaozu was indeed a rather devoted man?
Private life is private life; Boss Zhou was too lazy to care. He wasn't here to eavesdrop or pry into other people's secrets.
At the same time, he wasn't really interested
in any stories about young widows or anything like that.
Lü Wencheng obviously had a special relationship with his "Mom." The two were almost snuggling together, and Lü Wencheng's hand was constantly moving.
It seemed that,
in this place,
at this time,
in this environment,
he could get greater sensory stimulation?
Just then, Lü Wencheng's phone rang. He answered it, let go of his "Mom's" hand, and, gesturing that he had something to take care of, walked toward the building in front.
And this young widow,
continued to kneel there, burning paper money.
Zhou Ze took the opportunity to slip into the mourning hall.
Lü Yaozu's body lay in the freezer. The four walls were covered with elegiac couplets and wreaths from various units and companies. In fact, these things were usually for the living to see.
Especially at memorial services, these elegiac couplets would be arranged according to the status and influence of the people who sent them. The deceased was gone, but the living were showing off.
Zhou Ze opened the freezer and turned Lü Yaozu's body over.
Since that kind of scene had just happened outside,
it would be easy to speculate about the cause of the old man Lü Yaozu's death.
Zhou Ze wasn't a forensic doctor, but based on his experience, he could still see some things.
In fact, there were many, many things that could be seen on Lü Yaozu's body, because there were so many traces. He should have died of cancer, and there were still many traces of treatment left on his body.
At least, Zhou Ze didn't find any signs of murder.
Moreover, judging from the old man Lü Yaozu's performance after entering the bookstore, it didn't seem like he had been murdered.
He put the body back, closed the freezer, and Zhou Ze glanced at a black lion next to the freezer, tied with a red rope. It should be used as a burial object for the old man Lü Yaozu.
The old man had danced the lion for a lifetime, so it was appropriate to use this as a burial object.
There were even pots and pans neatly arranged on a table next to it.
It didn't look like they were going to be cremated. Could they be trying to use connections to secretly bury him?
However, that had nothing to do with him.
Even if they really buried him, Zhou Ze wouldn't be bored enough to make a report.
Having found no valuable clues, Zhou Ze could only quietly leave the mourning hall, but he was almost certain that the thing that had made the lion's roar sound earlier was within the scope of this house.
The small building had three floors and was built in a grand style. The ground floor was the kitchen and living room, but Zhou Ze didn't go up from the ground floor. Instead, he climbed the wall and went directly to the roof.
A third of the roof was a small glass shed, covered with a layer of black cloth. Zhou Ze walked over, lifted the black cloth, and, in the moonlight, saw that there were lions inside.
Some were obviously old and a bit dilapidated, while others should be new and hadn't been used much.
A photo frame was hanging above the shed, with many old photos inside, mostly from performances. Lü Yaozu was still young at that time.
In one of the photos, Zhou Ze also saw Lü Yaozu, who hadn't changed his clothes yet, holding the hand of a young Lü Wencheng in a group photo.
Zhou Ze walked through it, but didn't find anything unusual. There were steps on the roof that led directly down to the balcony on the third floor. When Zhou Ze walked down, he could hear Lü Wencheng talking on the phone through the curtains of the room, but before Zhou Ze could hear what he was saying, he hung up the phone in a fit of emotion.
Taking a few steps back and turning sideways,
Lü Wencheng pushed open the door of the room
and walked out quickly in agitation,
going straight downstairs.
Zhou Ze glanced at the other party's departing back, didn't follow, but went directly into the other person's study.
It was indeed a study, decorated very luxuriously, not at all low-key, especially the large safe in the middle against the wall, fixed to the wall and the floor, as if it had a note stuck on its forehead that said, "I'm very rich."
The carpets, the wall hangings, including those few authentic paintings, weren't exactly priceless, but they were all worth a lot.
"Is lion dancing this profitable?"
Zhou Ze walked to the desk. It was very clean, with no documents or anything. It was really just a decoration.
After looking at it for a while and still not finding anything unusual, Zhou Ze took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
The most important thing was still the sound of the lion's roar, which had disappeared after appearing once.
Did he have to go to the temple fair tomorrow to watch the eagle catching chicks?
Boss Zhou really wanted to catch that thing today and solve it once and for all.
"Tsk tsk."
Biting his teeth,
Zhou Ze gave up
and decided to leave.
But,
just as Zhou Ze walked out of this room,
he suddenly heard a low shout, which should have been from the ground floor.
Zhou Ze didn't climb down the wall, but took the stairs. In the living room on the ground floor, four lean men were practicing lion dancing in pairs.
The movements were uniform, and although they weren't wearing equipment, their eyes and movements were smooth and in place.
This was a group of people who were really good at what they did, the cornerstone of the lion dance industry.
However, Zhou Ze didn't see Lü Wencheng.
Because Lü Wencheng was a living person, not a ghost, and Zhou Ze wasn't a trained martial artist, so he didn't know if Lü Wencheng himself could dance the lion.
It was common for sons to inherit their father's business, but Zhou Ze always felt that Lü Wencheng didn't seem like the kind of person who would wholeheartedly practice lion dancing.
Zhou Ze also saw Lü Wencheng's "Mom" come back after burning paper money. When she passed through the living room, several people who were practicing bowed and greeted her respectfully.
No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least they had done enough on the surface, and this was when there were no outsiders present.
Zhou Ze stood here at the entrance of the stairs, looking left and right. Lü Wencheng had just come down, so did he leave directly if he had something to do?
Zhou Ze picked up his phone and dialed Old Zhang's number.
"Hello, Boss."
"Did Lü Wencheng go out?"
"No, I've been watching the door, he hasn't gone out."
"Okay."
Zhou Ze hung up the phone. He believed in Old Zhang's investigative eyes as a twenty-year veteran police officer, unless Lü Wencheng, like himself, chose a more remote wall to climb out.
But why would he climb over the wall to leave his own house? Was he crazy?
Just after hanging up Old Zhang's phone, his phone vibrated again. Zhou Ze glanced at it and saw that it was Lawyer An's call:
"Hello, Boss, haha, let me tell you about the things I've arranged..."
"Make it short."
"Um..." Lawyer An's enthusiasm was stifled, and he could only say, "Boss, you can check Weibo. The situation has reversed. Hahaha, how harshly those idiots on the internet scolded Old Dao before, they're scolding that woman even more harshly now. And with a bunch of auxiliary materials being exposed, things have already..."
"Okay, I got it. I'll slowly browse the news and enjoy it when I get back."
"Um, okay, Boss, where are you busy?"
"Why?"
"I'll bring you a late-night snack."
"I've eaten."
"Oh, then never mind."
"I thought you would say you wanted to come and help me."
"Please spare me, Boss. Other things are easy to say, but I really don't want to play any Detective Conan games with Old Zhang."
"This matter is not..."
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly came from the roof.
Everyone who was still practicing on the first floor immediately stopped, feeling a little confused.
Zhou Ze immediately hung up the phone and went upstairs quickly,
The roof, the roof, the roof!
However,
when Zhou Ze really ran to the roof,
he found that there was nothing unusual on the roof.
It was still the same as when he first came up. Zhou Ze even made a special trip to the small shed to take a look, and there were no signs of anything being moved.
At this time, the few people who had been practicing on the ground floor also ran up, but they were stopped on the third floor before they had time to go to the roof.
"I'm fine. I accidentally fell in the office. I'm fine now."
Lü Wencheng explained to his fellow disciples, covering his forehead with one hand.
"Junior brothers, continue to practice. You can't slack off, especially when your master, my father, has just passed away. At least, let the old man see our attitude."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
Seeing that Lü Wencheng was really okay, several junior brothers turned around and went back down to continue their training.
And Zhou Ze, who was standing on the edge of the roof,
frowned,
He had clearly seen Lü Wencheng go downstairs just now, and when the scream came from the roof, he was the first to come up, but Lü Wencheng appeared on the third floor, stopping the junior brothers who were also running up when they heard the movement.
How did Lü Wencheng get up there?
After persuading the junior brothers to go down, Lü Wencheng returned to his office and closed the door.
Zhou Ze walked down from the roof again,
and stood again in the position where he had stood before,
slowly lifted the corner of the curtain and looked inside sideways,
He saw Lü Wencheng sitting behind his desk, holding his phone, as if he were sending messages or chatting.
Could it be that there was a secret staircase in this house?
It seemed that this was the only explanation now, and it was still far-fetched. He was just a lion dancer, not a spy, so there was no need to create such a battle array in his home, right?
Thinking these things in his heart, his eyes wandered a bit. When Zhou Ze refocused his attention on Lü Wencheng,
he saw Lü Wencheng "standing" on the desk,
"Standing" meant
that both hands and feet were on the desk.
Sticking out his tongue,
licking his hand,
licking with abandon,
licking with abandon,
occasionally making "slurping" sounds,
saliva splashing with the tongue non-stop,
like a... licking dog.

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