The players paused for a moment.
Xiao Qi asked him calmly, "What's the reason? Is it an accident or an illness?"
"He's sick." The fat man knew this clearly. "It seems he has a strange disease and has been lying at home for a long time. It's mainly because of the conditions in our village. As you can see, there are no particularly good equipment. The only doctor in the village is a barefoot doctor who lives at the end of the village. He usually treats minor illnesses, fevers, colds, etc."
The fat man sighed and said, "His family is poor and can't save money to see a doctor outside, so he can only lie at home like this. He is fed some brown sugar water and boiled eggs every day to nourish his body, but he knows he won't live long. I heard that the coffin was made a long time ago with borrowed money. It's just that he left too hastily yesterday and died in just half a night. His family is very sad."
The players nodded silently.
They didn't want to appear too cold-blooded, but at this moment, the first thought that came to their minds was the description of these players in the mission introduction - "enthusiasts who are extremely passionate about the niche funeral culture."
I'm afraid the progress of their investigation is also related to this sudden death.
Of course they had to go and see the Li family who were holding a funeral.
"After breakfast, take us to see it." The man in the suit spoke frankly, putting away the frivolous smile on his face, but his tone was still a little lazy. "I heard them crying so pitifully yesterday. After all, it was the elderly who sent off the young. Let's go and comfort the old man."
Just from the brief contact yesterday, they also found that this village does not welcome outsiders. For things like this, if you really want to go and see it, it is best to have someone from the village as a guide.
As for the fat man who seemed very enthusiastic to them and could even be said to be a guide NPC, going through him was of course the best choice.
The expression on the fat man's face was slightly hesitant.
"I don't mind, but bosses, after all, it's a funeral, someone died, don't you mind these things?"
"Of course, we are all young people, so we have a lot of temper." The man in the suit said jokingly, and then said, "But we are also outsiders, and we may not understand some local rules. If there are any private taboos, I need you to give us some advice."
"We're just going to express our condolences. There shouldn't be any taboos or rules." The fat man smiled and didn't respond.
Yuan Yuxue drank the last bit of the thick white porridge in the bowl in silence.
The others had almost finished their breakfast and got up, ready to follow the fat man to visit Old Li's family next door.
When Ah Dao stood up, he also picked up the knife beside him. Suddenly, he paused.
But he only paused for a moment, then continued to walk out as if nothing had happened.
Yuan Yuxue's gaze fell slightly on him.
Or rather, it was on Adao's face.
But since Adao didn't say anything, Yuan Yuxue just lowered her eyes slightly, followed the crowd silently, and came to the door of Old Li's house not far away.
The front door of the cement house was wide open, and the red couplets had been torn off by someone in a rough manner, leaving only some mottled red paper.