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Chapter 822 Attending the Funeral

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    "Lei Rou, something is wrong."

    "What's the matter? Just laugh."

    "The director, he passed away."

    Yuchi Leirou jumped up in a hurry, eyes widening.

    "The director's wife invited me to the funeral, do you want to come together? Leirou."

    "When did the director's death happen?"

    "It was the day of fishing. Today has passed the first seven days, and it should be cremated. The wife of the director didn't say it before, as if she thought he could still wake up, but"

    "Guan Xiao, I'll go with you."

    On the way, Yuchi Leirou kept drinking mineral water, feeling nervous and anxious, because these days, when she read the director's secret file, there was nothing substantial in it, except for some Chen Zhima rotten cases, it seemed that there were countless copies.

    "Lawyer Guan Xiao, are you here?"

    "Master, my condolences are in order."

    "Yuchi Leirou? I didn't notify you at all, you get out, get out!"

    "Master, I'm here to see the director. Anyway, he used to be my instructor, and I'm also one of his few surviving assistants."

    "Wait, Yuchi Leirou, you don't feel grateful to my husband at all, what are you doing here? Breaking things?"

    "Master, I heard that the director's two children took the senior high school entrance examination a few days ago, but they were not accompanied by their father. I still feel strange. Looking at it today, it is really pitiful. I feel very sorry for your two daughters.  Sad enough, plus you have a mother like you."

    Before Yu Chilei could finish her sentence, she put her fingers on her eyes and wiped them slowly.

    "Hypocritical, were you fooling around with my husband when I was fishing that day? I heard your movement, and this mineral water in your hand. Only you like to drink this. It must be you. You can't escape  , you killed my husband, you murderer."

    "Who is the murderer? That's right, I was there at the time, and I witnessed the whole process. Mistress, I have to say, you didn't work as the director's assistant in vain. You are worried that if he has fake amnesia, he will kill you.  Because you still have his criminal evidence in your hands, so you act first and take advantage of the opportunity to play well."

    "Listen, you have admitted everything. When the homicide happened, you were there."

    "Miss, but you deliberately found two children as alibi, which is full of scheming, did you listen to what lawyer Guan Xiao said, women can't have true feelings for men, in order to let the director transfer all the house and car deposits into your name,  You really worked hard, maybe whether the director really lost his memory is no longer important, the key is that you don't have any trust in him."

    "You can only explain this to the police. I will call the police now."

    "Master, the dossier is full of dispensable and useless things. I have them."

    "So what? My husband breaks the law, what does it have to do with me?"

    "The real material, you should have a lot of backups, just want to save this relationship, but if I'm not wrong, you may have burned it before fishing, because you can't leave such dangerous material in the villa.  At home. But people are doing it, and the sky is watching. If you want people to know, unless you do nothing, every case of non-compliance with the director at the time was actually passed through your hands. A grasshopper on a boat made you swallow your breath with him  to today."

    "I'll call 110 right away."

    "You dare not, because the witnesses on the day of fishing were not only me, but also Guan Xiao"
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