Chapter 755: Zhou Zhongdang’s unbearable cause of death

Wang Dayong looked at the body lying on the ground and replied, "Brother Lang, your master Zhou Zhongdang died in the hotel room. We checked carefully and there were no external injuries on his body."

"The person who called the police was a woman who checked into the hotel with him. She is still beside him and is so scared that she can't even speak clearly. She said that your master had taken Viagra before he died suddenly after having sex with her, and that your master was carrying heart medication."

"The medical examiner has just made a preliminary determination, saying that your master is suspected to have died from an overdose of Viagra, which interacted with the heart medication he was taking, leading to a sudden heart attack and death."

"Because on the bedside table at the scene, there were bottles of Viagra and heart medication."

"However, Brother Lang, you also know that this is only a preliminary judgment. The specific results have to wait for the detailed autopsy report to come out."

Wang Dayong put it very tactfully, but the actual fact was that Zhou Zhongdang died at the hands of a woman.

Lin Lang's eyes instantly turned red after hearing this. He stood there in a daze, as if all his strength had been drained away. He fell into endless sadness and was unable to speak for a while.

Wang Dayong noticed Lin Lang's grief and his difficulty in accepting his master's death, and hurriedly comforted him during the call: "Brother Lang, I am in deep sorrow!"

"I'm calling you because we, the police, need to notify the family of the deceased. In this situation, should I call Mengyao to inform her of your master's death, or should you?"

After a long silence, Lin Lang replied in a hoarse voice: "Mengyao will be heartbroken when she hears the news of her father's death. I'd better give her the call."

Zhou Mengyao had a deep relationship with her father. The sad news of Zhou Zhongdang's accidental death was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for her. Lin Lang felt heartbroken when he thought of this.

Wang Dayong said after hearing this: "Okay, that's it. Brother Lang, I still have a lot of things to do at the crime scene, so I'll continue working on it for now."

Just as Wang Dayong was about to hang up, Lin Lang suddenly came to his senses and urged him anxiously: "Dayong, on behalf of the deceased's family, I ask the police to keep this case confidential."

"Also, when announcing the case, please do not mention the fact that my master took too much Viagra. I want to preserve the last reputation of my sect. Please."

Lin Lang knew very well that once this embarrassing scandal got out, the reputation of his master's school would plummet. His master was a highly respected treasure appraiser in the antique world, and he didn't want his master to be criticized after his death.

"Brother Lang, don't worry. I understand the severity of the matter and we will definitely handle it properly." Wang Dayong responded solemnly and then hung up the phone.

Lin Lang held the phone in his hand and slowly slumped down in the boss chair, tears welling up in his eyes.

His mind kept reappearing the moments he had spent with his master. The earnest teachings between master and disciple, and the daily life as close as that between father and son seemed like it was just yesterday, but now they were separated by the Yin and Yang.

In grief, Lin Lang questioned the system in his mind, why didn't it warn him that his master would have an accident?

The system replied: "Under the influence of the host's time travel effect, Zhou Zhongdang's accidental death is in line with the host's inheritance of interests. God's will cannot be violated. Sorry that this system cannot give a warning of Zhou Zhongdang's accidental death in advance."

Lin Lang was shocked after receiving the system prompt. He did not expect that the system was more sinister than him. It knew that his master Zhou Zhongdang would die, but in order to maximize its own interests, it did not give any prompts.

Before Lin Lang could think too much, he saw Guan Tingmei quickly step forward and asked with concern: "What's the matter, little husband? You said on the phone that Zhou Mengyao's father passed away. Could it be that your master died?"

Lin Lang tried hard to suppress his sadness, but tears still fell. He sobbed in self-blame, "I am such a jinx. It's ok that both my parents died, but I killed my master too!"

Guan Tingmei felt distressed when she saw Lin Lang crying. She hugged Lin Lang's head and buried it in her chest, comforting him, "Don't say that. What does your master's death have to do with you?"

Lin Lang sat in the boss chair, hugged Guan Tingmei's soft waist, and cried, "I don't know how to tell Mengyao the news of Master's accidental death. It's really unfortunate for our sect!"

Guan Tingmei gently stroked Lin Lang's hair and said distressedly: "The dead cannot be resurrected, you have to mourn!"

Lin Lang held Guan Tingmei in his arms for a long time without saying a word. Only his slightly trembling shoulders revealed his inner grief.

"Honey, don't be too sad. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the hands of God. There are many things that are beyond our control." Guan Tingmei gently patted Lin Lang's back, again and again, as if she wanted to put all the comfort into this gentle action.

Lin Lang remained silent, just crying silently.

Guan Tingmei leaned back slightly, gently held Lin Lang's face with both hands, and gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes with her thumb.

Guan Tingmei gently comforted him, "Don't cry, dear. Everyone will die one day. The length of life is not important. What is important is that before his death, your master Zhou Zhongdang enjoyed fame, wealth and everything he deserved. He did not live in vain in this life. It was not a loss."

Lin Lang slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with tears and sorrow. He said in a hoarse voice, "Master treats me like his own son. I was prepared to take care of him until the end of his life. I didn't expect that our fate as master and disciple would end so soon."

Guan Tingmei looked at Lin Lang's painful expression, and her eyes became red. She hugged Lin Lang again and gently rested her chin on his head: "This is not your fault. No one wants this to happen."

"You have your master in your heart, which proves that you are a good disciple who respects your master. The most important thing next is that you have to accompany Zhou Mengyao through this period of grief after losing her father."

Lin Lang leaned in Guan Tingmei's arms, listening to her gentle words, and the grief in his heart was slightly alleviated.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Well, you are right. Now is not the time for me to be depressed and sad. I have to cheer up, support the Zhou family's antique business and industry, and help Mengyao and Master's wife deal with Master's funeral."

Guan Tingmei let go of Lin Lang, wiped away the tears from the corners of Lin Lang's eyes with her fingertips again, and reminded him: "Dear, call your master's wife first to report the death."

Lin Lang looked at Guan Tingmei's distressed eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He nodded vigorously, as if to cheer himself up.

After adjusting his heart-wrenching breathing, Lin Lang dialed Zhuang Jingxue's number with trembling hands. The moment the call was connected, he was choked with sobs and unable to speak.

Zhuang Jingxue's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Alang, what do you want to talk to Master's wife about?"

Lin Lang opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Zhuang Jingxue noticed something was wrong, so she asked tentatively, "What's wrong, Alang? Why aren't you talking? What happened?"

Lin Lang's eyes were red, and he spoke with difficulty: "Master's Wife, I...I have some very bad news to inform you."

Zhuang Jingxue's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition came to her mind: "Tell me quickly, what happened? Did Mengyao fall off the motorcycle and get injured during the motorcycle racing training?"

Lin Lang gritted his teeth and said word by word: "No, Mengyao is fine. The police called me to inform me that my master...passed away unexpectedly."

Zhuang Jingxue's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, and she asked anxiously, "What? What happened to your master?"

Lin Lang cried and replied, "My master died suddenly in his room at the Truman Hot Spring Resort Hotel."

Zhuang Jingxue couldn't believe her ears. She froze and tears fell in an instant. She covered her mouth and said in astonishment, "Impossible?!"

"When your master left this morning, he told me that he was going to give a lecture at the Municipal Bureau of Culture today. How could he have died suddenly at the Truman Hot Springs Resort Hotel?"

Lin Lang knew that he couldn't hide it for his master, so he could only reply truthfully: "Master's Wife, maybe my master is lying."

"The police said that the preliminary forensic autopsy determined that my master's cause of death was suspected to be an overdose of Viagra, which interacted with the heart medication he was taking, leading to a sudden heart attack and death."

"The woman who checked into the room with my master can confirm that my master took Viagra before he died suddenly after having sex with her."

Zhuang Jingxue was struck by lightning after hearing this. She froze in place, with a sad expression on her face mixed with a hint of anger. She cried and said, "I knew that your master would die at the hands of a woman sooner or later, wuwu..."

Lin Lang suppressed his sadness and comforted her: "Master's Wife, I can't hide the cause of my master's death from you, but I hope you don't tell Mengyao that the cause of my master's death was so terrible. I don't want my master's image as a good father in Mengyao's mind to collapse."

Zhuang Jingxue's voice trembled, and she cried, "Alang, you are really a good disciple of your master. Even at this time, you still want to protect his father's image in front of Mengyao."

"Master's wife, please accept my condolences!"

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, he used his [Super Hearing] skill to hear Zhou Mengyao's voice in the receiver of his mobile phone, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Then, the virtual system screen in front of Lin Lang received Zhou Mengyao's [Vision Sharing] instant video. From Zhou Mengyao's perspective, he saw Zhuang Jingxue who was talking on the phone in Zhou's house, with tears on her face.

Zhuang Jingxue glanced sideways and saw her daughter Zhou Mengyao, who had just returned home for lunch after the team training. She wiped her tears hastily and said in a choked voice, "Daughter, you, your father..."

Zhou Mengyao was shocked when she heard this. She quickly approached Zhuang Jingxue and asked anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with my dad?"

Zhuang Jingxue first hung up the call with Lin Lang, then cried and hugged Zhou Mengyao. She wanted to tell her daughter the news of her husband's death, but her throat seemed to be choked by something and it was difficult for her to speak.

"Mom, what happened? Did one of my grandparents pass away?"

Zhuang Jingxue cried and replied, "Your grandparents are fine. Alang just called me and said that the police informed him that your father died of a sudden heart attack in the guest room of the Truman Hot Spring Resort!"

When Zhou Mengyao heard her mother's words, she felt as if she had received an electric shock, and her mind went blank instantly. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Mom, this can't be true, right? You must be lying to me. How could my dad pass away suddenly?" Zhou Mengyao murmured to herself, tears flowing uncontrollably and falling down her cheeks.

She held her mother Zhuang Jingxue's arm tightly, as if this could hold on to the last glimmer of hope.

AI-generated Zhou Mengyao crying sadly

"My dad was fine when he left this morning. He also asked me to call Lin Lang back to Zhou's house for dinner in the evening because he missed his apprentice. Woo woo woo..."

As Zhou Mengyao spoke, she leaned into the arms of her mother Zhuang Jingxue, crying inconsolably.

"My daughter, please accept my condolences! Don't cry and hurt yourself. You still have mom. Mom and Alang will love you in the future." Zhuang Jingxue cried and hugged Zhou Mengyao tighter, and their tears intertwined.