Chapter 85: Secret Chamber of Suicide Note
After hearing what I said, my cousin also realized that the situation was urgent.
He quickly turned around and explained the situation on our side to Brother Xie, and then took me out of the store.
"Please call Dong Jing for me and ask her to go directly to Mr. Zhang's place and wait for us. It's close to her home, so I don't think there will be any problems."
My cousin was driving and giving me instructions at the same time.
I called Dong Jing, and about half an hour later, we arrived at Mr. Zhang's house.
Dong Jing had already arrived when I got off the car. It seemed that she had already surveyed the entire villa and knew all the roads.
"What's going on now?" I asked anxiously.
As I asked, I poked my head inside the villa.
There should be no one in the villa. There is no life at all. It looks more like an abandoned old house.
"I've asked everyone inside to evacuate. Just clean the villa for us. They can't take care of anything else." Dong Jing touched his nose and said, "There's something wrong with the feng shui here, and it looks like it's a big problem . It might be a bit troublesome."
I curled my lips and said nothing.
My cousin and Dong Jing both knew that there was something wrong with the house, but I was the only one who didn't know. At that time, I felt a little disappointed.
After all, I have been working with them for such a long time, and my sensing ability is still very poor.
"This kind of thing takes time to accumulate. I will teach you slowly later. Now, do the things in front of you. Just do it the same as before. I will set up the formation and you go to sweep the house."
My cousin patted my shoulder soothingly, and I nodded, knowing that now was not the time to be sad.
After my cousin finished drawing the formation diagram and was ready to set it up, Dong Jing and I took flashlights and started sweeping the house, each on one side.
There was nothing on the first floor, and the only thing that made me feel it was that the wind was a bit strong.
But this wind is different from the previous cold wind. This wind is gentle and not biting.
In my opinion, perhaps it is just an ordinary natural phenomenon.
"I'll go to the second floor to take a look." I said to Dong Jing beside me, turned around and walked to the second floor.
The second floor is darker than the first floor. After all, the first floor has windows and doors, while the second floor is completely enclosed.
For this reason, the second floor seems particularly stuffy.
When Mr. Zhang built this villa, he deliberately installed a central air-conditioning system. So once there is a power outage, the other two floors above the first floor will be completely enclosed, and there will be no air circulation at all.
I was still observing on the second floor when Dong Jing came up the stairs.
"Have you found anything?" Dong Jing's voice sounded behind me.
I turned around and saw that she was also holding a flashlight, but there was no expression on her face.
I shook my head.
"The problem seems to be on the first floor." Dong Jing said.
I was stunned when I heard her words.
That shouldn’t be the case. There’s nothing on the first floor.
I don't believe what she said.
Maybe I was eager to prove that I was not worse than them, or maybe I really felt that there was nothing worth observing on the first floor.
Since I had walked around the second floor and didn't gain anything, I had to move to the third floor.
"Don't go up anymore, it might be dangerous up there." Dong Jing said.
But she gave me enough space. She reminded me and it was up to me whether to go or not.
I didn't follow her advice and went upstairs.
From the second floor, you can still hear some of the noise coming from the first floor, whether it's the sound of my cousin's cooking or the sound of the wind.
But after reaching the third floor, it became so quiet that it was a bit eerie.
I still didn't find anything on the third floor because it was too dark. Although my flashlight was strong, the light it emitted could only reach my eyes.
In order to increase my sense of security, I put my hands on the wall and walked forward slowly.
As I was walking, I suddenly pushed the wall next to me away with my hand.
What?
I had no idea there would be a secret room here.
But a country boy like me can’t guess what rich people are thinking.
I pushed open the door of the room and walked inside.
There was incense burning in the room, and the sparks looked particularly eerie in the room.
I shone the flashlight on it, and there was a god tablet on it .
The tablet is engraved with "The position of my late father, Rong Gong Xianchu".
Rong Xianchu?
I kept thinking about what happened in the meantime.
Under normal circumstances, the only person who could build such a room in this mansion for worship would probably be Mr. Zhang.
But Mr. Zhang’s surname is Zhang, and the old lady’s surname is Gu, so who is this Rong Xianchu?
The thinking here is still relatively old-fashioned. Children generally take their father's surname, and this is even more so for boys. It is even more impossible for the eldest son to take the mother's surname.
Add in the fact that the old lady's surname was Gu, and it was obvious that Mr. Zhang did not have his mother's surname at all.
He was the eldest son and had no choice but to have sex with his father.
So who is this Rong Xianchu?
This secret room was built on the third floor. Judging from the few sparks, it must have been Mr. Zhang and his friends who came up to light incense before leaving.
That means this person should be very close to Mr. Zhang.
In addition to Mr. Zhang 's behavior in the mourning hall today, he may not be an unfilial son, but he is just unfilial to the old lady.
The weirder I felt, the closer I wanted to get to the altar.
There is a cabinet under the god's tablet. Family members usually use this cabinet to store some incense sticks, so that they don't have to look for incense everywhere when lighting incense on weekdays.
I opened the cabinet and found a piece of paper inside.
To be precise, it is not a piece of paper, but a suicide note.
"I know that I will die soon, so I wrote this will, which can be regarded as a will. I will hand over the ownership of the villa to Zhang Yongshu, and the company business to Zhang Yongshu and Zhang Yongxin. All other property rights will be handed over to Zhang Yongxin. As for Zhang Yongbi, he will own 20% of the company's shares and receive dividends every year."
At the bottom of the suicide note, there is the old lady's seal and fingerprints.
Zhang Yongbi is the eldest son of the Zhang family, and he is Mr. Zhang who came to us for help.
so……
The eldest son received the least inheritance , only 20% of the shares, and no ownership of the company. In addition, he did not get any of the family property.
why is that?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was not right.
So I continued to look through the things in the cabinet.
There is also a cowhide bag inside, containing some documents.
In addition to the adoption certificate, there is also a genetic testing report.
After reading this, I probably understood.
Zhang Yongbi is not the child of this family, he was adopted!
