[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

The Jiang family in the town held another banquet.

This time it was a funeral for Jiang Wenhao.

However, due to the strange incident in the temple, very few people came to the banquet this time, and Mr. Jiang has no energy to do it now. Since the temple was smashed, his body has become weaker and weaker, and he probably has to go soon up.

Zhitao was wearing plain white clothes, with a bandage on his forehead. This was the wound he was hit by someone yesterday. Because of the heavy blow, he could still see blood oozing out, but he acted very coldly.

It's like a crystal ball, no matter how beautiful it is, the outside world can only look at it, and never walk into it. This is the feeling that the young peach gives Sang Luo now.

He slowed down, and finally stopped three meters away, looking at Zhitao quietly, Jiang Tong, who was standing next to Zhitao, noticed him and bent in his direction.

Although Sang Luo is not welcome in the Sang family, he is the young master of the Sang family, and the relationship between the Sang family and the Jiang family is very good. The status of the young master of the Sang family is naturally not low in the Jiang family. Jiang Tong, as a servant, pays more attention to these etiquettes.

As soon as Jiang Tong moved, Zhitao, who was standing still, turned his face sideways. His face was pale, and the corners of his eyes were reddish. The contrast between red and white made Sang Luo stunned for a moment, and clasped his fingers uneasily.

Zhitao simply glanced at him, and then looked back at the crowd eating in the distance. Xue Shuyu was holding the child. She was wearing a formal dress, but the child was wearing something fancy.

The miserable "brother" in her mouth is extremely domineering in reality, quarreling whenever something goes wrong, holding a bowl in his hand, as long as he likes it, it's his.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother sat at the same table. Jiang's father kept rubbing his eyes, but Jiang's mother didn't care at all. She just cared about showing off her jewelry to others.

disgust, disgust, indifference.

Zhitao lightly brushed the ring on her hand, the smooth surface and silver ring of the diamond ring, looked through the noisy banquet, and looked at the mourning hall in the middle. Since the corpse was not found, the clothes that Jiang Wenhao often wore were placed in the coffin .

Black sweater and jeans, this is Jiang Wenhao's usual style of dressing, even if he becomes a boss later, he still wears it like this every day, Zhitao sometimes thinks he looks like a boy who is still studying.

Sometimes he feels that Jiang Wenhao hasn't changed from the beginning to the end, he is always cheerful and optimistic, always loves him, and sometimes he plays funny and petty temper.

Jiang Wenhao's academic performance is very good, and he can be ranked No.2 in the class every time. No.1 is Zhitao, which is why Zhitao always thinks that Jiang Wenhao is stupid. He protects.

Moreover, Jiang Wenhao was miserable, his existence made Zhitao deeply understand what it means to have no family.

For example, he suddenly transferred to another school because of Xue Shuyu, and his biological mother instigated him to steal Jiang's father's bank card. Although it didn't really happen, Jiang Wenhao was still sent by Jiang's father to study abroad.

The reason is to keep him away from bad people.

"Your father doesn't like you." Zhitao said directly.

Jiang Wenhao didn't do anything wrong. He worked very hard at school and didn't really steal. If he insisted on saying that he did something wrong, it might be that he was born in this divided family.

After Jiang Wenhao confided, his mood became depressed, "Dad didn't hate me very much, he was just afraid that Mom would affect me, and I'm fine with my studies."

Zhitao propped his face and tilted his head in doubt. At that moment, in his eyes, Jiang Wenhao exuded the brilliance of a little angel, and he was somewhat too kind.

But Jiang Wenhao seems to be such a person, even if he has been maliciously slandered by his classmates, he can still be more friendly to his classmates, especially to Zhitao, it is unbelievable that he can be so kind to Zhitao without being affected by the fragrance.

In Zhitao's concept, there are only two kinds of people in the world, one is those who like him because of the fragrance, and the other is those who hate him after he can't smell the fragrance.

After getting to know Jiang Wenhao, there is a third kind of person: a good old man who can't smell the fragrance.

Zhitao never hides his preference for Jiang Wenhao, he only sits at the same table with Jiang Wenhao, he will share the chocolates he received on Valentine's Day with Jiang Wenhao, and always whispers to Jiang Wenhao.

Their getting closer figure is like a nail in the eyes of others, so it happened like this.

They were made public on charges of homosexuality, and they were harassed to the Academic Affairs Office. Photos and texts about them were everywhere. With the increasing influence, the school had to expel them.

If this incident hadn't happened, Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao should have been able to get into college instead of not even having a high school degree. Together.

Zhitao thought to herself at the time: The talk has reached this point, it will be difficult to end if we are not really together.

He laughed suddenly, his eyes were full of tender emotions, it was actually a very capricious idea, but the facts proved that his decision was very correct.

Jiang Tong looked up at him and smiled. In the past few days, Zhitao smiled so happily for the first time, which made him think of a lot, and finally settled on the hot noodles eaten in winter. This smile reminded him of the steaming fog.

As long as he thinks about it, he feels warm and satisfied.

The funeral ceremony was well organized, and the Taoist priests were invited to do it, and people were invited to cry. The mourners worked very hard, and the crying was so loud that the performance was very worthy of the price of inviting her.

Zhitao walked in front holding the black and white photo frame, Jiang Tong could only see his back, he walked very slowly, step by step, the coffin bearers also shook.

The coffin was shaking, the yellow paper was flying, and the white back looked very thin. Jiang Tong, who was only 12 years old, remembered this image firmly. He didn't realize it yet, but the image had already been imprinted in his mind.

bleak beauty.

When the coffin landed, the loess covered it, and the lamp was lit, the person was completely buried.

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"Mr. Zhi, the police are here to see you." Jiang Tong waited respectfully.

Zhitao hummed, "Come in, please."

He was sitting on a chair, watching Jiang Tong's back when he walked out, and suddenly shouted, Jiang Tong turned around and looked at him suspiciously, Zhitao sat on a black chair, and said lightly: "From now on, there will be no need for this matter." Notify me, I don't care about Jiang's family affairs."

Since Mr. Jiang's health weakened, Jiang Tong seemed to believe that the Jiang family was under the care of Zhitao, and he had to ask him about everything, but Zhitao didn't want to take care of other things except for the funeral, which annoyed him.

Jiang Tong looked at his face and hesitated to speak, Zhitao was still wearing white clothes, which made his face paler, like a white cloth soaked by rain, only a pair of black eyes.

Zhitao yawned with her hands on her hands, noticed that he was not moving, frowned slightly, and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Sometimes Jiang Tong is too rigid, he doesn't look like a 12-year-old child, he hesitated for a long time and finally said: "Master Jiang is unwell, and the head of the family is not here, naturally Mr. Zhi should take care of it."

Jiang Tong was referring to Mr. Zhi, but Zhitao sounded inexplicably like Mrs. Jiang's family. He lowered his eyes to look at the ring, and then sighed in distress, "It's up to you."

Hearing the boredom in his words, Jiang Tong stood there at a loss, with a child's expression on his face, Jiang Tong asked cautiously: "Is Mr. Zhi unwilling to take care of things?"

Zhitao closed her eyes and did not speak, like an ornamental painting hung on the wall, she remained silent.

Jiang Tong bent over and went out.

Soon, the police were brought over by Jiang Tong. He was a young man with a straight face, he was only 20 years old, and he was very energetic.

The police department of the Zhenzi Temple took it very seriously, and as the first witness to discover the eyes in the statue, they were also very cautious when questioning Zhitao.

The police officer asked straight to the point: "Mr. Zhi, why did you smash the statue?"

After hearing his question, Zhitao opened her eyes and looked at the police officer sitting next to her, "There is no reason."

The police officer is solid-eyed, "I heard that your husband disappeared the next day after entering the temple. Is it related to your husband?"

This police officer can always quickly hit the point, and he has indeed achieved unexpected results before, which is why he was sent here, but today he is doomed to be disappointed.

Zhitao smiled at him, but there was no smile in her eyes, her voice was soft, and she asked stingingly, "Then what do you want to prove? Do you suspect that I killed Wen Hao?"

The police officer was stunned at his smile, and couldn't help but blush again when he realized the meaning of his words, and said, "I didn't mean that, it's just..."

"Just?" Zhitao laughed, and the sarcasm in his words was about to overflow, "If your ability to poke people's wounds is half as good as your ability to handle affairs, I think maybe this thing won't happen, right?"

"Officer Hu?" Zhitao's eyes fell on his chest.

Officer Hu straightened his back and apologized with a straight face: "I'm sorry."

Even an apology seems rigid, it seems that this town can always raise rigid people, Jiang Tong is like this, Jiang's father is like this, even the police are like this.

Zhitao put his hands on the table. He has been feeling sleepy since just now, and he was even more upset when faced with this kind of questioning. "Officer Hu, ask what you want to ask quickly."

Officer Hu's questions this time were fairly standard, and Zhitao patiently answered them one by one.

"When I arrived, Wen Hao had already disappeared."

"I didn't see any other traces in the temple, um, I searched around and couldn't find any."

"The hammer?" Zhitao didn't expect to ask this again, she was stunned, "It should still be in the temple, if you want to look for it, you can go there and look for it."

Officer Hu frowned, "We searched for it immediately, but we didn't find the hammer."

did not find?Zhitao rubbed her head, "It might have been taken away, you can ask others."

Officer Hu looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Zhi, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhitao is really uncomfortable these days, she doesn't sleep well, her head feels like it was broken by a malicious hand, the pain bursts, and even makes her feel depressed.

He sat on a black chair, like snow falling on dry black wood, and the sunlight crept in from the door. He looked down at the ray of light and said softly, "It's nothing."

The fragrance was heavy, and Police Officer Hu suddenly went blank for a moment.