A few minutes passed, and Ling Beichuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he seemed to have regained some of his spirit. However, everyone knows that this is a return to light, and Ling Beichuan's deadline is approaching.

"You're here. Ling Beichuan opened his mouth slightly and spit out a few words. Ling Chen nodded, "Mr. Ling, how do you feel?"

"I know I don't have long to live, and this may be my last few minutes in this world. After a pause, Ling Beichuan glanced at the other people in the room and said, "Can I talk to you alone?"

"Yes. After speaking, Ling Chen glanced at Tian Hanzhong, who understood and immediately left the room with a few doctors.

After those people left, Ling Chen walked to Ling Beichuan's side and asked, "Old Mr. Ling, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Ling Gengqiu ......"

Hearing Ling Beichuan mention the name of his ancestor, Ling Chen immediately understood what he meant, and said, "Old Mr. Ling, you also know the result of the mausoleum last time, the bones inside are not Ling Gengqiu, and there are no other clues about him now. ”

Ling Beichuan raised his hand tremblingly, pointed to the wheelchair he often sat in, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something. However, when the words came to his lips, it was as if he had lost his strength, and he could not say a word.

"Old Mr. Ling, what do you want to say?" Ling Chen put his ear to Ling Beichuan's mouth, trying to hear his words clearly. However, he soon discovered that Ling Beichuan was no longer breathing. Looking at Ling Beichuan's open eyes, Ling Chen sighed lightly. failed to solve Ling Gengqiu's secret, and Ling Beichuan was blind until he died.

Closing Ling Beichuan's eyes, Ling Chen walked out of the room and gave a few instructions to Tian Hanzhong, asking him to lead someone to dispose of Ling Beichuan's body. After a pause, Ling Chen thought of Ling Beichuan's dying actions, returned to the room again, and locked his eyes on the wheelchair placed against the wall.

Ling Beichuan pointed to the wheelchair, obviously trying to say something, so it can be seen that Ling Beichuan's secret may be hidden in that wheelchair.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen pushed his wheelchair out of the room and went straight to his bedroom. Closing the door, Ling Chen walked around the wheelchair and looked at it carefully. The wheelchair used by Ling Beichuan was very ordinary, with a cushion on the seat and an oxygen tank at the back.

Ling Chen picked up the seat cushion, patted the cotton wool inside, and then tore a hole in the seat cushion. However, there was nothing in it except cotton wool. At that moment, Ling Chen checked the oxygen tank again, but still didn't find it.

It's strange! Ling Chen said secretly, there was nothing on the wheelchair. Could it be that Ling Beichuan is not referring to wheelchairs?

A man is dying, and his words are good. Although Ling Beichuan is not a good person, he must have a deep meaning in making such a move before he died, and there is no need to tease himself.

In a flash of thought, Ling Chen simply sat in a wheelchair and thought seriously. Knocking on the armrest of the wheelchair, Ling Chen suddenly realized something and quickly got up from his seat. Then, he took out a toolbox from the bedroom drawer and removed the screws of the wheelchair one by one.

It took more than ten minutes for the entire wheelchair to be dismantled by Ling Chen and turned into a bracket. Ling Chen sat on the ground, picked up a bracket casually, and looked at it carefully. These brackets were all hollow, and Ling Beichuan probably hid the secret inside.

As Ling Chen expected, after inspecting a few stents, he finally made a discovery. Inside one of the brackets was a finger-thick alloy rod, about twenty centimeters long. At the top of the alloy rod is a spiral interface, and when the nut is unscrewed, you can see a thick roll of paper inside.

Sure enough, it's here!

Ling Chen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly poured out the roll of paper from it. When I spread out the rolling paper, I saw that there were dense words written on it, both on the front and back. It can be seen that the content on this should have been written by Ling Beichuan himself.

Looking at the contents of the rolling paper, Ling Chen suddenly understood why Ling Beichuan hid this thing so secretly, this was probably Ling Beichuan's life's work.

It's just that Ling Chen already knows most of the content on the rolling paper, and some of it is Ling Beichuan's own guess. Among these speculations, Ling Beichuan made marks respectively, and if it was a cross, it meant that his guess had been confirmed, but it was ruled out. Where there is no cross, it means that the speculation has not been confirmed.

Ling Beichuan handed this over to himself, probably because he wanted him to continue to complete those unconfirmed speculations. In any case, every guess represents a clue, and it may be possible to find the secret about Ling Gengqiu.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door with a "knock knock". Ling Chen got up and opened the door, only to see a woman standing outside the door. Seeing someone coming, the corners of Ling Chen's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile: "Miss Zhu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The person who came was none other than Zhu Qing.

"Mr. Ling, I'm sorry, it was my mistake last time, please forgive me. Zhu Qing lowered her head and blamed herself.

Ling Chen smiled slightly: "Miss Zhu, you just obey orders, it has nothing to do with you, you don't need to blame yourself." After a pause, Ling Chen continued, "You came back this time to continue to protect me?"

Zhu Qing nodded and said, "In addition to me, Uncle Chang is also here, and he is waiting to see you in the reception room." ”

"Let's go, don't let Mr. Zhu wait too long. ”

After a while, the two of them went straight to the reception room. As soon as I entered the door, I heard Zhu Houchang's hearty laughter: "Mr. Ling, it is said that if you don't die in a catastrophe, you must be a person with great blessings." ”

"Mr. Zhu, thanks to your kind words, I hope so. Ling Chen replied with a smile.

When the two sides were seated, Zhu Houchang spoke: "Mr. Ling, I came this time in addition to wanting to see you with my own eyes, there is another matter. Didn't you entrust me to check the information on Guo Qiang's employment of the Zhu family last time? That's it. As he spoke, Zhu Houchang opened the briefcase he was carrying, took out a document bag from it, and put it in front of Ling Chen.

"This is the contract that Guo Qiang made with the Zhu family back then, and it has a history of hundreds of years, and I finally found it out from the warehouse where the Zhu family stored old materials. ”

Hearing this, Ling Chen couldn't wait to open the document bag and pour out a contract framed in plastic wrapping paper from it. This contract has been around for some years, but fortunately, the Zhu family has dealt with it, so that this contract can be preserved intact.

On the front of the contract is written in calligraphy, signed by Zhu Jia and Guo Qiang, and there is Guo Qiang's autograph and vermilion handprint in the lower left corner.

The content shows that Guo Qiang spent 40,000 taels of silver to hire the Zhu family, asking them to protect the safety of the mausoleum and prohibit anyone from approaching. If necessary, extreme measures can be taken.