At 9 a.m. the next day, in a residential complex in Fengping City, Zhaoyun Province.
"Lao Yuan passed away very suddenly, alas..." Yuan Juncheng's wife told Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu with tears in her eyes, "That day happened to be Laba Festival, and people were fine during the day. I ate a big bowl of Laba porridge at noon, and in the evening I ate some dumplings. But who would have thought that at night, I would suddenly die!"
"Auntie, where was Teacher Yuan when something happened?" Cui Lizhu asked.
"Right at home!" the old man said, "It was about nine o'clock in the evening. When I came back from dancing, I saw Lao Yuan lying on the ground, dazed, foaming at the corners of his mouth, looking very uncomfortable.
"I was frightened and asked him what was going on. He just said that his heart felt uncomfortable, and then he covered his heart and became speechless. His face became as white as white paper! I quickly called the children. , and even called 120... But... by the time he was sent to the hospital for rescue, it was already too late!" Talking about the sadness, the old man wiped away tears again.
"In other words," Zhao Yu asked, "when Teacher Yuan's accident happened, he was the only one at home?"
"Yes!" the old man sighed sadly and indignantly, "Oh! It's all my fault! If I had known this, I really shouldn't have danced! But... when I left, nothing happened to him! In the past, it was often the case So, he does his job and I do my dance…”
"That day is Laba!" Zhao Yu immediately heard the question, "It's the cold winter month in Fengping, and it's all below zero! Are you still dancing?"
"Well, it's not a square dance!" the old man said, "it's the cultural center of the community. We have several performances during the Chinese New Year, and we were busy rehearsing at that time! It's all my fault. If I could have come back earlier that day, maybe it wouldn't have happened... "
"No... right?" Cui Lizhu suddenly realized something and asked quickly, "Auntie, are you sure that Teacher Yuan said something about her heartache?"
"Yes! What's wrong?" The old man was confused.
"Then..." Cui Lizhu's meaning is obvious. Since Yuan Juncheng can still speak, why not call his wife when his heart hurts? There is obviously a big problem here.
However, just when Cui Lizhu was about to open her mouth to speak clearly, Zhao Yu quickly started talking and asked the old man: "Old man, what did the doctors say after we arrived at the hospital?"
"Hmm... It's said to be an acute heart disease. I can't remember any terms like cardiocardial valve arrest!" The old man shook his head and said, his face still full of regret.
"Then...has Teacher Yuan had a history of heart disease before?" Zhao Yu asked again.
"No!" the old man replied simply, "Lao Yuan is 67 years old. Except for his high blood pressure, he is in good health on weekdays! He pays more attention to health care and exercise. If he has had a heart disease before, we It has attracted attention a long time ago! That time, I was really not prepared at all!"
Um…
Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu and then understood why Zhao Yu changed the subject. Although they came to inquire about the case, there were many things that needed to be kept secret as much as possible.
"Auntie," Cui Lizhu thought for a while and asked, "What is Teacher Yuan busy with on weekdays? Did he have any important work on the day he fell ill?"
"Well, it should be, right!?" The old man replied uncertainly, "Although Lao Yuan has retired, his business affairs have not decreased but increased. There is a training here and a lecture there. He is always busy. Live. Sometimes, once unearthed cultural relics appear somewhere, they have to call him! Also, the museum also comes to see him every now and then. This year, he is almost never idle for a day, and he is busier than working. ! On the day of the accident, I was busy with something, but it was not much different than usual!"
"Oh..." Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu again. After getting Zhao Yu's consent, she took out the photos of the other four people and showed them to the old man. "Auntie, take a closer look. These four people in the photo, Have you seen them? Do they know Teacher Yuan?"
"Oh?" The old man hurriedly put on his reading glasses, looked at the photos carefully, and then shook his head, "No... I've never seen them before. Who are these people?"
"It's okay, just asking, um..." Cui Lizhu pondered for a moment, then asked the old man, "Auntie, then... do you usually know what Teacher Yuan is studying?"
"What else can we study? They are all cultural relics!" the old man replied, "He has been working on cultural relics all his life, what else can he have?"
"That… "
Cui Lizhu also wanted to ask something about the treasure, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to ask.
"Auntie," Zhao Yu, who was very experienced, asked immediately with a smile, "Which unit did you retire from?"
"I, I am from the Cultural Center!" the old man replied.
"Oh... no wonder, you look so elegant!" Zhao Yu complimented, "Are you a dance artist?"
"Look what you said," the old man smiled immediately, "He's just a dancer, not an artist!"
The old man's smile immediately eased the tense atmosphere at the scene.
"Old man, one is engaged in culture and the other is engaged in cultural relics!" Zhao Yu asked again, "Do you know all the things that Teacher Yuan is usually busy with?"
"Ahem! How do I know that?" The old man waved his hand and said, "Even though they are a couple, I know nothing about cultural relics!"
"Oh... In that case..." Zhao Yu said, "Can we take the liberty of taking a look at Teacher Yuan's workshop?"
"It depends on what you said, of course!" The old man hurriedly opened a room on the sunny side and introduced Zhao Yu and Zhao Yu into the room. "You can take a look at it as you like! After Lao Yuan passed away, I simply tidied up, but I am not in the mood yet. Calm down, I haven’t figured out how to deal with it in the end!”
"Wow..." As soon as she entered, Cui Lizhu was attracted by the huanghuali furniture on the left side of the study room, but she saw that the furniture was filled with antique cultural relics.
"These..." Cui Lizhu walked closer and looked carefully. She wanted to say something, but she didn't.
"Oh..." the old man introduced hurriedly, "These are all collected by Lao Yuan during his lifetime, but... he was a dean after all. Sometimes, in order to avoid suspicion, he donated all some of the more precious cultural relics to the museum! Now! These are all not very valuable things!"
"Then..." Zhao Yu frowned and asked the old man, "After Teacher Yuan passed away, nothing was lost here, right?"
"Huh? No?" the old man wondered, "The children have counted everything, and there is nothing missing!"
"What about notebooks or documents?" Zhao Yu pointed to the desk on the right.
"This... I'm not sure. I haven't taken care of it yet!" The old man became more and more doubtful.
oh…
Zhao Yu nodded, and he and Cui Lizhu immediately checked Yuan Juncheng's desk and took pictures of some documents. However, they did not find anything related to the treasure.
After the inspection was completed, it was almost time for Zhao and Yu to end their questioning.
"Old man!" Zhao Yu took out a pen and paper and asked, "We still have some work-related things that we want to know about! So, can you help us find people who know about Teacher Yuan's work? How about a moment?"
"Okay, no problem!" The old man cooperated and wrote down a few names. These people were all friends and colleagues who had close contacts with Yuan Juncheng during his lifetime.
After finishing writing, Zhao Yu also left a business card for the old man, telling her to call him if she had anything special to do. After everything was explained, the two left Yuan's house.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, Cui Lizhu impatiently pulled Zhao Yu's clothes and said: "Boss, Yuan Juncheng has a problem! Those are treasures!"
"Ah? What?" Zhao Yu was slightly startled.
"Let's not talk about the porcelain on the furniture, but just talk about the huanghuali furniture. Can you see how many faces are on it?" Cui Lizhu said solemnly, "Avocado single board, a royal model, give me a market price , at least 2 million upwards! Guaranteed replacement if it’s fake!”
PS: Thanks to [Hao] Yue Dangkong, Yu Wen Jian, and Wuming Dao Li for their rewards and encouragement! Thank you!
(End of chapter)