After finally waiting for the crowd to disperse, we finally arrived at Liu Yangjun's doorstep.

This is the first time we have seen Liu Yangjun’s home. Compared with the villa where she lives, one is heaven and the other is hell.

This is a rather dilapidated old house, with half of the roof collapsed, like a bald man's head.

The walls are mottled, and many of the walls have peeled off, which is very ugly.

There was no one else in the room, only one old lady.

Liu Yangjun told us the truth. She told us that both her parents died since childhood and that she grew up with her grandmother.

The old lady sat alone at the door. Although it was broad daylight, the room was still dark and deserted.

Looking at the old lady's back, we suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The only granddaughter is dead, can she still stick to the hope of life?

When we walked into the house, we found that Liu Yangjun's agent Chen Ping was also in the house.

Chen Ping's face was full of frustration. In just half a day, he was already very haggard. In addition to helping with Liu Yangjun's funeral, he also had to deal with the crowded media reporters from all walks of life. Chen Ping was like a top, busy.

What made Chen Ping the most depressed was that he originally thought he had leaned on the money tree of Liu Yangjun, but who knew that he had not earned much money yet, so Liu Yangjun left irresponsibly, which made Chen Ping very angry while grieving.

We are very clear about Liu Yangjun's suicide. She was worried that the murder of Peng Xiaoying would be exposed, and her star journey would inevitably end. She could not accept and face such a cruel ending, so she chose to die in self-destruction.

But did Liu Yangjun think that she died, what should her grandmother do? What should her agent do? What should she do with her company behind her?

This is a selfish and extremely irresponsible behavior, and she will never know the pain she brings.

When Chen Ping saw our arrival, he waved at us depressedly and signaled us to take a step to speak.

Standing in front of the sewage ditch at the door, Chen Ping handed us a cigarette, lit one by himself, and kept smoking: "What do you think this is going on? They were all fine yesterday, why did something happen to the night? There are rumors outside that Fu Long is the surrender invited by Liu Yangjun. Today the police have come to me. My whole head is almost blown up now. The amount of information about the matter is too large, and I can't digest it at all!"

It can be seen that Chen Ping was really worried and had already started to speak incoherently. Even his hairstyle turned into a chicken cowhead.

"Mr. Chen, we are also deeply saddened by the news of Miss Liu Yangjun's death! As for the story behind Miss Liu Yangjun, let's leave it to the police to investigate!" I comforted Chen Ping a few words. In my opinion, as an agent, Chen Ping is not bad, so he is willing to say a few more words to him.

"Liu Yangjun is now in great success, why not take her grandmother away? Such an old man still lives in such a messy place, it is sad to see!" Chen Shiba turned around and looked at the old lady sitting at the door, with a look of compassion in her eyes.

Chen Ping said: "Hey, this is Ms. Liu's housework, and it's not convenient for me to intervene! Actually, I mentioned it before, but Ms. Liu hopes to send her grandmother to a nursing home with a good environment after her career is stable! Because what she said to the outside world is that she is a wealthy daughter, so she doesn't want her grandmother to appear in the public eye and expose the background of her birth in the slums!"

"Hmph, this is called forgetting one's roots! So what's wrong with a slum born? Are slum born without the shame to meet people? A slum child, through hard work, finally becomes a big star. Isn't this more inspirational? I really don't know what this woman thinks!" Chen Shiba became more angry as he said.

I gave Chen Shiba a wink: "Okay, stop talking about these things, the dead are the most important, Liu Yangjun is already dead, so it's meaningless to say these!"

After saying this, I turned to Chen Ping and asked: "What do you plan to resettle Liu Yangjun's grandmother?"

Chen Ping shrugged: "What else can it be done? The old man is quite pitiful. I turned around and told the company that the company would take her to the nursing home so that she could spend her old age in peace!"

I nodded: "Well, I'm pretty conscientious! Although Liu Yangjun is not very good at being a human being, her grandmother is innocent and can help you as much as possible! By the way, has the news of Liu Yangjun's death brought serious mental stimulation to the old man?"

Chen Ping said: "Not yet, because her grandmother seems to have some problems with her ears and she has a little Alzheimer's disease. She doesn't know what we are talking about, nor does she know what is going on outside!"

I felt sad when I heard this, Alzheimer's disease and ear problems. Such an elderly person still lives alone and often cannot take care of himself. But now, it may be a good thing for her, because she will not know the news of her granddaughter's death.

I took out the red envelope in my arms, and Chen Shiba also took out the red envelope and handed it to me.

This red envelope was given to us by Chen Ping last night, and we didn't open it, so we didn't know how much money there was in the red envelope.

Of course Chen Ping remembered that this was the red envelope he gave us, and for a moment he was stunned: "Two reporters, this is..."

"Transfer it to the old lady for helping me, it's our little intention!" I stuffed the red envelope back to Chen Ping.

"This...this is not very good..." Chen Ping refused. The money was the red envelope he sent to us, and now we have returned it.

"Mr. Chen, don't refuse, this is what we give to the old man!" Chen Shiba said.

Chen Ping thought about it and said thank you to us: "You are two good reporters. Thank you, I will thank you on behalf of Miss Liu!"

The cigarette in Chen Ping's hand burned to the end. He threw the cigarette butt and said to us: "Then I'll go and do my best to go back and hold a press conference. It's so much that I'm going to drive me crazy!"

After Chen Ping left, Chen Shiba and I also left the slum. We also fulfilled our wish and gave some condolences to the old man. This is the only thing we can do.

When we came out of the slum, it was already afternoon. We booked a hotel nearby and had dinner at the restaurant downstairs of the hotel.

While having supper, we saw a funeral procession carrying a large coffin and walking into the slums clamoringly.

The person responsible for carrying the coffin should be the staff of a funeral company. They were all wearing black funeral dresses and had a unified company logo on their backs. Some people carried the coffin in the team, some were playing musical instruments in front, and some were holding wreaths.

There was a great wizard in front of him leading the way, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, wearing a ghost face, chanting spells in his mouth, and shaking his body, as if he was dancing strange dance steps.

The sound of sorrow and music echoed in the slum for a long time.

There is no doubt that the body of Liu Yangjun must be buried in the coffin.

I took a sip of beer, and felt a little sad. I said, "Many people try their best to live, but many people live but don't cherish it. There are many ways of life, but Liu Yangjun chose death, which is really a pity!"

Because we had to catch a plane the next morning, we returned to the hotel to rest after dinner and stopped wandering around.

When I was sleeping in a daze until midnight, I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.

But it was strange that the sensing light at the door did not light up.

I half opened my eyelids and in a hazy dim viewed a figure walking in from the door.

The man walked up to me. I wanted to open my eyes and see clearly, but I felt like my eyelids were filled with lead water, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The figure walked in a strange way, and finally came to my bedside and stood there.

It was a woman with a very good figure, her long hair was dripping off, covering her face.

She was wearing very sexy pajamas, almost all below her hips were exposed to the air, without pants, and her slender legs were a little dazzling white in the dark.

My heart was pounding. What was going on? Is there such service in this hotel in the middle of the night?

But I have never ordered such a "takeout" service. The ladies here are too proactive in their work, right?

Just as I was thinking about it, the woman in front of me had quietly taken off the last fig leaf on the surface of my body, and a white girl's body was exposed in front of me.

A humid and hot evening breeze blows outside the window, and the scene in front of me makes me feel a little dizzy. I feel dry mouth and tongue. There seems to be a ball of flame in my dantian, burning wildly.

The woman gently helped me take off my pants. My heart was very complicated. Actually, I really wanted to push her away and ask her to stop, but for some reason, my mind seemed to be filled with drugs, and I inexplicably wanted to send a message to the woman in front of me.

The bullet has been loaded, so why not fire it?

After the woman took off my pants, she actually climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and sat down slowly.

I have been completely addicted to the tenderness of women, and my eyes have instantly burned red.

Just as the lightning flashed, a golden light suddenly flew over from the next bed and hit the woman in front of me. The woman didn't even hum, and turned over and fell under the bed.

I suddenly woke up a lot, and the evil fire was swallowed back into my stomach.

At this time, I heard Chen Shiba's voice: "Jiujizi, you are really a worm. You can't help but want to get on the female corpse..."

What?!

I suddenly shuddered, female corpse?!

Chen Shiba means that the woman who crawled on me just now turned out to be a female corpse?!
Chapter completed!