Hearing the content on the phone, Jiang Ji was stunned for a moment, then slowly frowned: "What did you say?"
"Come over to the funeral home first," the person on the other end of the phone said, "I need to tell you this in person."
The call was hung up, and Jiang Ji's hand holding the phone froze in mid-air, without any movement for a long time.
Looking at the extinguished phone screen, he just felt incredible.
Police station, funeral home, Jiang Keyuan’s body…
What does it mean, Jiang Keyuan is dead? Or is this just a scam call
For a moment, Jiang Ji didn't know how to react until Qin Qingzhuo called his name, then he came to his senses.
He put away his phone, forgot to take his guitar, and turned to walk down the stairs. Qin Qingzhuo picked up the guitar that was standing against the wall and followed him down the stairs.
This phone call just now not only made Jiang Ji stunned for a while, but even Ma San and his two followers were confused, standing there looking at each other. Seeing Jiang Ji coming down the stairs, the three of them immediately followed him.
Jiang Ji took big steps, walked quickly across the first floor and out of the bar.
The motorcycle was parked at the base of the bar's side wall. He walked over, took out the key and unlocked the motorcycle. He held the handrail and was about to push the motorcycle, but he didn't. He lowered his head and found that the rear wheel of the motorcycle was tied to the pipe next to it with a heavy iron chain.
It must have been done by Ma San. Jiang Ji held the handle impatiently and pulled it hard. The pipe shook and the car body was firmly locked on it. He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."
Qin Qingzhuo followed and took a quick look at the motorcycle. He made a prompt decision: "Take my bike. You are not fit to ride a bike right now."
There was no better way at the moment, so Jiang Ji could only agree and walk towards the car with Qin Qingzhuo.
Ma San followed him out of the bar, cursing: "Fuck, what shady tricks are you playing again? Is your father dead? Do you think you don't have to pay back the money just because he's dead? I tell you, even if he's dead, you still..."
Before he finished cursing, the black car had already quickly driven out of Honglu Street, turned a corner and drifted away, and only the choking exhaust fumes were left in the air.
Ma Sanyi waved his hand and said, "Let's go, drive after them and see what's going on."
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Qin Qingzhuo looked at Jiang Ji with some concern.
Jiang Ji kept turning his head to look out the window, his furrowed brows and tense jawline revealed his inner anxiety at the moment. And those two thin hands, because they were clasped too tightly, the thin, pale skin looked almost pierced by the protruding joints.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't know what role Jiang Ji's father played in his life. Jiang Ji always kept his thoughts deep in his heart and refused to reveal even a word, so he had no way of guessing what kind of impact this phone call had brought to Jiang Ji.
However, a 19-year-old boy would always feel uncomfortable after learning about his father's death. At this moment, it seemed inappropriate to say anything. Qin Qingzhuo raised his hand and patted Jiang Ji's arm in a soothing manner.
Jiang Ji turned his head to look at him, and Qin Qingzhuo saw that obvious bloodshot had appeared on his clear whites of eyes in just a few minutes.