Chapter 530: The Truth About Dongtao Town (10)

After a while, no one responded...

Qin Chu didn't give up, and was about to open the door to enter when he heard a voice from behind.

"Who are you looking for?"

Huo Mian turned her head, and saw a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, dark and tall.

With a basketball in his hand, he was sweating profusely, as if he had just returned from playing.

"Little brother, we want to find the owner of this house. Have you met him?" Huo Mian asked politely.

"We are distant relatives of Uncle Yang." Qin Chu added.

"You are looking for Grandpa Yang..." The little boy had a weird expression.

"Is he not at home? I heard he came back a few days ago." Qin Chu said.

"He... is dead." The little boy hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.

"What? Dead?" Huo Mian and Qin Chu exclaimed at the same time.

"What happened the night before yesterday should have been buried yesterday, but we have a custom here that we don't bury the seventh day and the eighth day, so we have to wait until tomorrow. Grandpa Yang has no relatives, only a niece is here. In the south, it seems that life is not very good, he is alone and has no money, the village chief said that the body will be put in the morgue in the town first, and it will be cremated and buried tomorrow."

"How could a good person die?" Huo Mian was extremely disappointed for a moment, and the clues she had finally found were cut off strangely.

The little boy scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know either. My mother and the others all said that Grandpa Yang committed suicide by drinking medicine, because he had no children, and his niece couldn't go back home, so I can't think about it, but I don't think so, because Grandpa Yang is a very easy-going and optimistic person, he even played chess with me the day before he died."

Both Huo Mian and Qin Chu fell into a deep silence...

"Ah Cheng, why are you dawdling, are you back for dinner?" A woman in her thirties shouted from a distance.

"Got it, mom." After finishing speaking, the boy turned his head and said, "I won't tell you anymore, my mom called me home for dinner."

"Thank you, brother." Huo Mian nodded at him.

"It seems we are late..." Qin Chu said in a low voice.

"Yeah... It's really weird that he died."

"What do you want to do now?" Qin Chu asked for Huo Mian's opinion.

"I want to visit the village chief's house."

"That's what I mean too, let's go."

In the end, Qin Chu and Huo Mian did not enter Uncle Yang's old house. Instead, they found out the location of the village chief's house, and went directly to a big house built with iron tiles at the entrance of the village. This person belonged to the village chief. It is said that the village chief's surname was Zhu. , popularity is not bad, quite prestigious in the village.

"The two are...?"

"Ah...you guys, we are relatives of Uncle Yang from far away. We heard that he came back a few days ago, so we wanted to visit him, but we heard that he died. What's going on?" Huo Mian followed Qin According to Chu, he pretended to be a relative of Uncle Yang.

When the village chief heard about his relatives, he seemed to relax a lot and invited them into the house.

"What kind of relatives are you? I haven't heard him mention it. Doesn't he only have one niece?" The village chief looked at Qin Chu and Huo Mian suspiciously.

"Ah, it's like this. Uncle Yang and my family have some old relatives who haven't moved around for many years. Now my parents really want to find some relatives from my hometown, so they asked me to come and have a look. I asked that Uncle Yang had returned from the south. So I wanted to come and visit today.”

"Oh, that's right...then you are late, he is dead."

"I've heard about it, but what happened, it was so sudden, how did he die?" Qin Chu asked the cause of death again.