Shortly afterwards, only a sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the doorway, then that person appeared in front of him. Indeed, this man’s attire today was exceptionally peculiar, dressed entirely in black. A black coat, black trousers, and even the shirt underneath was black. This kind of darkness, standing directly in front of him, made his already fair complexion resemble white porcelain under a ray of sunlight, with his well-defined face looking as if it had been sculpted. Ying Hao felt a bit of cold sweat: "Young master, are you going today too?" The man coming out of the room did not even look at him. He saw the breakfast already set on the table and went directly to sit down. On such an occasion today, how could he not go? He was "her" husband, and when a wife dies, it only makes sense for the husband to appear at her interment, doesn’t it? Ou Mucen picked up a cup, poured himself some milk, and began eating slowly... Seeing this, Ying Hao quickly joined him: "I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant was... if you go today and it really turns out as you said, then it will be very dangerous for you." Ying Hao nodded, not denying what he implied. Hearing this, Ou Mucen put down his milk, a slight cold smile curving at the corner of his lips: "Isn’t that perfect? We can keep him in the dark!" "But young master..." "Enough, you don’t need to say more. He’s not that stupid. If he acts against me now, it will only alert the police, which does him no good. What he needs to do now is to ensure I have no suspicions about this, then find a plan to kill me without anyone noticing. Do you know what the highest level of killing someone is?" "Your death has nothing to do with me!" Just sitting there, staring at him, Ying Hao looked at him for a long, long time. It was only after this that it seemed he finally caught his breath and his body shivered violently while seated. This truly was a terrifyingly chilling statement. Indeed, in this world, the most perfect murder game is none other than I kill you, but everyone in the world thinks I have nothing to do with you. This is truly the pinnacle of the murder game. And this time, if that person really dares to kill him in front of so many people, he would actually wish for it, because as soon as he makes a move, Ou Mucen can absolutely guarantee that the entire city’s police would come to besiege him, and that is precisely the opportunity Ou Mucen is waiting for. By that time, he can push him to a dead end! Ying Hao finally understood, and as a result, he sat there and didn’t speak about this topic again. While they were eating, Bai Tingfang walked in from the children’s room with the kid who had also woken up. Googlᴇ search NoveI[F]ire.net Ou Mucen heard the footsteps and turned to look. Seeing that his mother had not only dressed herself as if attending a funeral, even the small child was in all white, with a small white flower pinned at the collar, his face immediately clouded over: "Mom, what are you doing? Why dress him ?" Bai Tingfang hurried to explain: "Isn’t it because today Xiaoning... you know, she only had this one child, he..." Bai Tingfang had a good intention. She thought that since the woman had died so young, now that she was being buried, someone should at least send her off. And her son, being her only bloodline left in this world, it would be appropriate for him to bow at her grave.