The figure didn't move at all, seeming not to notice anyone approaching. Only when everyone drew closer did they realize with a shock that the clothes he was wearing were the same ones Quanfu had worn last night!
Even more unsettling, an old bronze basin sat in front of Quanfu. His body leaned forward, his head submerged in the basin in a posture of obeisance. The basin was filled to the brim with water.
Judging by the corpse's rigid posture, he had clearly been dead for some time.
As the light from their phones spread farther, they saw row upon row of densely packed memorial tablets in front of Quanfu. The tablets varied in size, and several rows of wooden shelves had been installed on the wall in the corner, with the tablets arranged on them.
Looking at the tablets, which seemed to exude a gloomy aura, and at the posture Quanfu had died in, the Fatty couldn't help thinking that Quanfu had apparently done something wrong and come before the tablets to beg forgiveness.
To drown himself in a bronze basin no bigger than a washbasin was a method of suicide that sent a chill down one's spine.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward. After a brief examination, he grabbed Quanfu by the back of his collar and lifted his head out of the basin. Unexpectedly, Quanfu's expression at the moment of death showed no fear at all. On the contrary, he looked peaceful, as though death had not been a torment to him, but a release.
Looking at the memorial tablets on the wall and then at the way Quanfu had died, the Fatty's unease grew. "He was fine when we left last night. How could he have decided to kill himself in less than a day?"
"Of course he