Chapter 679 The sooner the better
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Ming Hua
Gu Lin is dead!
Gu Aoting's hands and feet were cold and he froze in place.
The right hand remains in the position of holding the mobile phone, motionless.
He couldn't listen to what the warden said later.
All that came to mind was Gu Lin's appearance when he was a child.
Once, he was also an innocent child, well-behaved and obedient, who would call him daddy in a childish voice, and would throw himself into his arms and let him hug him.
He has excellent academic performance since he was a child, treats people politely, and has outstanding work ability when he grows up.
How did he become so cruel and cruel later on?
Even his own brothers and nephews will be assassinated.
As long as he doesn't take things to the extreme, he, the father, will not send him to prison.
"Dong dong."
There was a knock on the door.
But Gu Aoting couldn't hear it, he was completely immersed in his thoughts.
It was Gu Beixian who knocked on the door.
Gu Beixian pushed open the door, walked into the office, and saw Gu Aoting stiffly standing in front of the desk, his pupils were dull and his face was expressionless.
He changed his previous radiant appearance.
Like a frost-beaten eggplant.
Gu Beixian looked at him calmly and asked, "What happened?"
Gu Aoting didn't respond.
Putting the contract on the desk, Gu Beixian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, saying: "The project in the west of the city has been negotiated, this is the contract, and the demolition and formalities are going to follow, we strive to finish the demolition as soon as possible and start construction as soon as possible. "
Gu Aoting still didn't respond.
Gu Beixian turned around, walked to the coffee table, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to him.
Gu Aoting didn't answer, and didn't raise his eyelids.
Putting down the teacup, Gu Beixian raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, shouting: "Old Gu, Lao Gu, Gu Dong? Could you please open your mouth?"
But Gu Aoting pursed his lips tightly.
Gu Beixian tried to call again: "Dad? Nanyin's father? Qin Shu's husband? Yifeng's grandfather!"
Hearing the word "Yifeng", Gu Aoting's stiff eyes came alive a little bit.
Raising his hand to touch his face, Gu Ao Ting sat down on the chair with a bang.
His head was lowered, his fists were clenched.
Things at work rarely hit him.
After thinking for a moment, Gu Beixian said: "My grandparents, my mother, and my elder brother Nanyin Mochen are all fine, Su Weiyifeng is fine, Lu Ning's health is starting to improve, and A Yao and Yun Jin have no accidents, that is Gu Lin problem occurs?"
Gu Aoting smiled wryly, "Gu Lin committed suicide, he is dead, dead."
Gu Beixian's expression froze.
After a few seconds, he smiled.
Unbelievable kind of laugh.
Gu Beixian said: "How is it possible? I believe that others committed suicide. I don't believe that Gu Lin committed suicide."
Gu Aoting raised his hands and rubbed his face, "He's really dead, the warden called me himself. The kid even wrote a suicide note, asking me to bury his ashes next to his mother's grave. That's his tone, his last I know how to poke my heart. I'll go check it out and bring 'him' back..."
When it came to the end, Gu Aoting's voice was almost choked up, and he couldn't continue.
He propped his hands on the table, stood up with difficulty, and walked out staggeringly, confessing as he walked: "Please help me with the company's affairs, I can't do anything today."
How can Gu Beixian rest assured that he will go out like this?
Desperate.
He raised his foot to catch up, "I'll go with you, and send other people to do business."
"Alright."
more than an hour later.
The father and son came to the prison.
The warden personally received him.
After a few words of pleasantries, the warden led the two of them into a room dedicated to storing corpses.
The temperature in the room was much lower than outside, and it was gloomy.
There is a narrow bed in the middle.
"The procuratorate has come to confirm that it is a suicide. If the relatives have no objection, they will be cremated. After the cremation, the ashes will be handed over to you." The warden stretched out his hand and pulled the white sheet.
The bed sheet was lifted, and Gu Lin's face was congested and flushed, a gloomy dark red.
The eyes are wide open, the pupils are cold, and the pupils are dilated.
There are obvious strangulation marks on the neck, which is purple in color.
Although the appearance of his death was horrible, he could still tell that it was Gu Lin himself.
Gu Aoting only glanced at it, so don't turn your head away quickly, you can't bear to look any more.
Gu Beixian patted his arm to comfort him.
He took a step forward, protected Gu Aoting behind him, and asked the warden, "How did Gu Lin die?"
The warden replied: "Gu Lin's work in the prison was to make clothes. He tore off strips of cloth and hid them, twisted them into ropes secretly, and strangled himself to death in bed at night."
Even after hearing the warden's words with his own ears, Gu Beixian still couldn't believe it.
A person with such great ambitions is so worthless that he commits suicide?
Incredible!
The warden handed over a suicide note, "This is the suicide note found under Gu Lin's pillow. After identification, it is indeed his handwriting."
Gu Beixian took it over and stared at the handwriting to read it carefully.
The handwriting is beautiful, imitating the balance and thinness of the willow body, but it is less decisive and strong than the real willow body, not strong enough, but more delicate.
This awkward and contradictory handwriting is indeed Gu Lin's.
Gu Beixian began to read the suicide note word by word.
The suicide note read: Dad!
Finally, I will call you Dad again.
Although you didn't raise me yourself, you gave me a lot of love, better than many fathers.
Therefore, I am mad at you for blaming you for blaming you, but I still can't hate you.
I used to be in a good and prosperous life, but now I have become a prisoner who is reviled by thousands of people. It is meaningless to continue to live.
Every day in the prison is a torment for me. All thoughts are lost, and there is nothing to love in life. Only death can set me free.
After I die, no autopsy is required, please leave me a whole body, this is the last bit of my dignity.
Keep everything simple at the funeral, don't hold a memorial service, don't want a bunch of people who don't care about me to come and see the jokes, so let me go quietly, the sooner the better.
The sooner I am cremated, the sooner I can be freed.
After cremation, please bury my ashes next to my mother's grave.
I did not fulfill my filial piety when she was alive, so let me do my filial piety in front of her after death.
The signature is: Your unfilial son, Gu Lin.
The date is three days ago.
After reading the suicide note several times, Gu Beixian's eyes finally fixed on the words "the sooner the better" and "early cremation".
It has to be said that this posthumous letter is quite well written.
There is family affection, despair, and repentance. Love and filial piety are buried between the lines. What should be sensationalized, what should be confessed, and what should be handled should be handled properly. The emotional cards are played very smoothly.
There is nothing wrong with the reasoning, tone, sense of proportion and logic of the matter.
Only the words "the sooner the better" and "cremation as soon as possible" are somewhat purposeful.
In a disguised form, he urged Gu Aoting to cremate his body quickly.
A person who has nothing to love in life doesn't even care about death, why does he care about the speed of cremation?
There is only one reason.
That is, there is something wrong with this body.
Gu Beixian squeezed the suicide note tightly, and looked at the warden, "Has the DNA been confirmed? I suspect that this is not Gu Lin, but someone who stole it, and Li Daitao froze."
The warden replied: "The DNA is not confirmed, but the appearance, fingerprints and blood type are all matched. Generally, the procedure is normal, and only the fingerprint and blood type are confirmed."
Gu Beixian pulled the corner of his lips very lightly, "In this world, there are many people with the same blood type. Their appearance can be adjusted, and their fingerprints can also be copied. Let's confirm the DNA to make sure nothing goes wrong."
The warden thought for a while, "Okay."
He immediately called the forensic doctor, drew blood from the body, and took it to the laboratory for testing.
The results will come out the next day at the earliest.
The warden sent someone to carry the body into a freezer for storage.
Gu Beixian took Gu Aoting away.
The next afternoon, the appraisal results came out.
After receiving the appraisal report sent by the warden with a fax machine, Gu Beixian read it word by word.
At the end, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Gu Aoting's hands and feet were cold and he froze in place.
The right hand remains in the position of holding the mobile phone, motionless.
He couldn't listen to what the warden said later.
All that came to mind was Gu Lin's appearance when he was a child.
Once, he was also an innocent child, well-behaved and obedient, who would call him daddy in a childish voice, and would throw himself into his arms and let him hug him.
He has excellent academic performance since he was a child, treats people politely, and has outstanding work ability when he grows up.
How did he become so cruel and cruel later on?
Even his own brothers and nephews will be assassinated.
As long as he doesn't take things to the extreme, he, the father, will not send him to prison.
"Dong dong."
There was a knock on the door.
But Gu Aoting couldn't hear it, he was completely immersed in his thoughts.
It was Gu Beixian who knocked on the door.
Gu Beixian pushed open the door, walked into the office, and saw Gu Aoting stiffly standing in front of the desk, his pupils were dull and his face was expressionless.
He changed his previous radiant appearance.
Like a frost-beaten eggplant.
Gu Beixian looked at him calmly and asked, "What happened?"
Gu Aoting didn't respond.
Putting the contract on the desk, Gu Beixian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, saying: "The project in the west of the city has been negotiated, this is the contract, and the demolition and formalities are going to follow, we strive to finish the demolition as soon as possible and start construction as soon as possible. "
Gu Aoting still didn't respond.
Gu Beixian turned around, walked to the coffee table, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to him.
Gu Aoting didn't answer, and didn't raise his eyelids.
Putting down the teacup, Gu Beixian raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, shouting: "Old Gu, Lao Gu, Gu Dong? Could you please open your mouth?"
But Gu Aoting pursed his lips tightly.
Gu Beixian tried to call again: "Dad? Nanyin's father? Qin Shu's husband? Yifeng's grandfather!"
Hearing the word "Yifeng", Gu Aoting's stiff eyes came alive a little bit.
Raising his hand to touch his face, Gu Ao Ting sat down on the chair with a bang.
His head was lowered, his fists were clenched.
Things at work rarely hit him.
After thinking for a moment, Gu Beixian said: "My grandparents, my mother, and my elder brother Nanyin Mochen are all fine, Su Weiyifeng is fine, Lu Ning's health is starting to improve, and A Yao and Yun Jin have no accidents, that is Gu Lin problem occurs?"
Gu Aoting smiled wryly, "Gu Lin committed suicide, he is dead, dead."
Gu Beixian's expression froze.
After a few seconds, he smiled.
Unbelievable kind of laugh.
Gu Beixian said: "How is it possible? I believe that others committed suicide. I don't believe that Gu Lin committed suicide."
Gu Aoting raised his hands and rubbed his face, "He's really dead, the warden called me himself. The kid even wrote a suicide note, asking me to bury his ashes next to his mother's grave. That's his tone, his last I know how to poke my heart. I'll go check it out and bring 'him' back..."
When it came to the end, Gu Aoting's voice was almost choked up, and he couldn't continue.
He propped his hands on the table, stood up with difficulty, and walked out staggeringly, confessing as he walked: "Please help me with the company's affairs, I can't do anything today."
How can Gu Beixian rest assured that he will go out like this?
Desperate.
He raised his foot to catch up, "I'll go with you, and send other people to do business."
"Alright."
more than an hour later.
The father and son came to the prison.
The warden personally received him.
After a few words of pleasantries, the warden led the two of them into a room dedicated to storing corpses.
The temperature in the room was much lower than outside, and it was gloomy.
There is a narrow bed in the middle.
"The procuratorate has come to confirm that it is a suicide. If the relatives have no objection, they will be cremated. After the cremation, the ashes will be handed over to you." The warden stretched out his hand and pulled the white sheet.
The bed sheet was lifted, and Gu Lin's face was congested and flushed, a gloomy dark red.
The eyes are wide open, the pupils are cold, and the pupils are dilated.
There are obvious strangulation marks on the neck, which is purple in color.
Although the appearance of his death was horrible, he could still tell that it was Gu Lin himself.
Gu Aoting only glanced at it, so don't turn your head away quickly, you can't bear to look any more.
Gu Beixian patted his arm to comfort him.
He took a step forward, protected Gu Aoting behind him, and asked the warden, "How did Gu Lin die?"
The warden replied: "Gu Lin's work in the prison was to make clothes. He tore off strips of cloth and hid them, twisted them into ropes secretly, and strangled himself to death in bed at night."
Even after hearing the warden's words with his own ears, Gu Beixian still couldn't believe it.
A person with such great ambitions is so worthless that he commits suicide?
Incredible!
The warden handed over a suicide note, "This is the suicide note found under Gu Lin's pillow. After identification, it is indeed his handwriting."
Gu Beixian took it over and stared at the handwriting to read it carefully.
The handwriting is beautiful, imitating the balance and thinness of the willow body, but it is less decisive and strong than the real willow body, not strong enough, but more delicate.
This awkward and contradictory handwriting is indeed Gu Lin's.
Gu Beixian began to read the suicide note word by word.
The suicide note read: Dad!
Finally, I will call you Dad again.
Although you didn't raise me yourself, you gave me a lot of love, better than many fathers.
Therefore, I am mad at you for blaming you for blaming you, but I still can't hate you.
I used to be in a good and prosperous life, but now I have become a prisoner who is reviled by thousands of people. It is meaningless to continue to live.
Every day in the prison is a torment for me. All thoughts are lost, and there is nothing to love in life. Only death can set me free.
After I die, no autopsy is required, please leave me a whole body, this is the last bit of my dignity.
Keep everything simple at the funeral, don't hold a memorial service, don't want a bunch of people who don't care about me to come and see the jokes, so let me go quietly, the sooner the better.
The sooner I am cremated, the sooner I can be freed.
After cremation, please bury my ashes next to my mother's grave.
I did not fulfill my filial piety when she was alive, so let me do my filial piety in front of her after death.
The signature is: Your unfilial son, Gu Lin.
The date is three days ago.
After reading the suicide note several times, Gu Beixian's eyes finally fixed on the words "the sooner the better" and "early cremation".
It has to be said that this posthumous letter is quite well written.
There is family affection, despair, and repentance. Love and filial piety are buried between the lines. What should be sensationalized, what should be confessed, and what should be handled should be handled properly. The emotional cards are played very smoothly.
There is nothing wrong with the reasoning, tone, sense of proportion and logic of the matter.
Only the words "the sooner the better" and "cremation as soon as possible" are somewhat purposeful.
In a disguised form, he urged Gu Aoting to cremate his body quickly.
A person who has nothing to love in life doesn't even care about death, why does he care about the speed of cremation?
There is only one reason.
That is, there is something wrong with this body.
Gu Beixian squeezed the suicide note tightly, and looked at the warden, "Has the DNA been confirmed? I suspect that this is not Gu Lin, but someone who stole it, and Li Daitao froze."
The warden replied: "The DNA is not confirmed, but the appearance, fingerprints and blood type are all matched. Generally, the procedure is normal, and only the fingerprint and blood type are confirmed."
Gu Beixian pulled the corner of his lips very lightly, "In this world, there are many people with the same blood type. Their appearance can be adjusted, and their fingerprints can also be copied. Let's confirm the DNA to make sure nothing goes wrong."
The warden thought for a while, "Okay."
He immediately called the forensic doctor, drew blood from the body, and took it to the laboratory for testing.
The results will come out the next day at the earliest.
The warden sent someone to carry the body into a freezer for storage.
Gu Beixian took Gu Aoting away.
The next afternoon, the appraisal results came out.
After receiving the appraisal report sent by the warden with a fax machine, Gu Beixian read it word by word.
At the end, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
