Chapter 2043 Whose Ashes

After venting, Jian Jialang wanted to reach out and hug Jian Sangyu, but when he reached out, he found that he was still holding an urn in his arms.

Jian Jialang looked at Jian Sangyu, who had a handsome face, and suddenly turned pale with fright.

"Sister, you are standing here so well, then whose ashes are I holding in my arms today?" Jian Jialang was almost speechless.

His first reaction was to almost throw the urn in his hand into the trash can next to him, but he stretched out his hand and suddenly thought that this was an urn, not other garbage that he could just throw away.

He raised his hand and stared at Jian Sangyu in embarrassment and fear.

Seeing that Jian Jialang seemed to be about to throw the hot potato to her, Jian Sangyu hid back unkindly, hiding directly behind Mr. Gu, and waved his hand towards Jian Jialang, "Don't give it to me! I don't want to hold someone else's urn. ! Still someone I don’t know, I’m scared to death just thinking about it! I don’t want to have nightmares at night.”

"!!!" Jian Jialang's face turned pale, "Are you really my sister? Could it be that the Gu family's grandpa just found a clay figure and made it to tease me?"

The speed of retreat was as fast as a gust of wind.

Do you want this?

Jian Jialang asked: "Can we still happily be siblings?"

"Jialang, this is an urn. Death is a big deal, so you have to hold it securely. If you lift it like this, you won't be able to lift it securely and it will fall. Let's see if you dare to sleep at night. Be careful of people climbing through your window at night. I scold you for being immoral." Jiang Xing stood there and smiled very evilly.

"Brother Jiang Xing, how brave are you? Why don't I hold it for you?" Jian Jialang sent the urn in the direction of Jiang Xing, but Jiang Xing ran no slower than Jian Sangyu.

Jian Jialang had two heads and two heads, his face turned pale, and he looked at Mr. Gu again, "Grandpa Gu? How should we deal with this? Whose ashes are these? How can you give me the ashes of someone I don't recognize?" "

Jian Jialang's scalp was so numb that he was going crazy.

"Otherwise, where can I get Xiao Sangyu's ashes for you? Your sister is still alive and well. A solid-skinned person like her will definitely live to be a hundred years old." Jiang Xing shrugged as if he was helpless. Still standing there making sarcastic remarks.

Jian Sangyu saw that Jian Jialang was really frightened, so he stopped teasing Jian Jialang.

"It's said that death is the most important thing. No one can pretend to be a stranger's ashes for you to hold. I estimate that 80% of the ashes are pretended by some fans." Jian Sangyu said, "It's just to fool you, just pretend to be anything. Powder of similar color and appearance is enough.”

"Your sister is much smarter than you." Jiang Xingzhi said cheerfully, "Hold her, I was teasing you just now. What you have here is powder ground from grains, not human ashes."

"Really?" Jian Jialang was dubious, "Could it be the ashes of the burnt corpse by the river?"

"No, in fact, the identity of the deceased was confirmed from the missing persons file that night. The body is still in the icehouse. After the case is over, we will notify the family of the deceased to claim it." Mr. Gu consoled him. Poor Jian Jialang said, "So, there is other powder here."

Jian Jialang believed what Mr. Gu said. If Mr. Gu said it was not human ashes, then it must not be the case.

Then, Jian Jialang breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Jian Sangyu, who was standing beside him with a smile, and gritted his teeth: "You are really my good sister~"