After a while, no one responded...
Qin Chu didn't give up. Just as he was about to push the door open and go in, he heard a voice from behind.
"Who are you looking for?"
Huo Mian turned around and saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, dark and tall.
Holding a basketball in his hand and sweating profusely, he seemed to have just returned from playing basketball.
"Little brother, we want to find the owner of this house. Have you seen him?" Huo Mian asked politely.
"We are Uncle Yang's distant relatives." Qin Chu added.
"You are looking for Grandpa Yang..." The little boy's expression was a little strange.
"Isn't he at home? I heard he came back a few days ago." Qin Chu said.
"He... is dead." The little boy hesitated for a moment and 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 no burial is allowed until the seventh and eighth day of the lunar month, so we have to wait until tomorrow. Grandpa Yang has no relatives, only a niece. The life in the south seems not to be very good. He is alone and has no money. The village chief said that the body should be placed in the town morgue first and then be cremated and buried tomorrow. "
"How could a good person die?" Huo Mian felt extremely disappointed for a moment, and the clues she had finally found were strangely broken.
The little boy scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know. My mother and others said that Grandpa Yang committed suicide by drinking medicine. Because he had no children and could not go back to his niece's house, he couldn't think about it. But I don't think it is like it, because Grandpa Yang was a very easy-going and optimistic person, and he even played chess with me the day before he died. "
Huo Mian and Qin Chu both fell into deep silence...
"Acheng, why are you lingering? Are you back for dinner?" A woman in her thirties shouted from a distance.
"I got it, Mom." After saying that, the boy turned his head and said, "I won't tell you anymore. My mom told me to go 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 Huo Mian for his opinion.
"I want to visit the village chief's house."
"That's what I mean, 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 large iron-tiled house at the entrance of the village. This belonged to the village chief. It is said that the village chief's surname was Zhu. , the popularity is pretty good, and he is quite famous in the village.
"Are you two...?"
"Ah... you guys, we are a distant relative of Uncle Yang. I heard that he came back a few days ago, so I wanted to come and see him, but I heard that he was dead. What is going on?" Huo Mian asked Qin Chu He pretended to be a relative of Uncle Yang.
When the village chief heard about the relatives, he seemed to relax a lot and invited them into the house.
"What kind of relatives are you? Why haven't I heard him mention it? Doesn't he only have a niece?" The village chief looked at Qin Chu and Huo Mian in confusion.
"Ah, it's like this. Uncle Yang has some old relatives in my family who haven't moved around for many years. Now my parents really want to find some relatives back home, so they asked me to come and have a look. I asked before that Uncle Yang has returned from the south. So I wanted to come and visit today.”
"Oh, that's right...then you're too late, he's dead."
"I heard about it, but what happened? It was so sudden. How did he die?" Qin Chu asked again about the cause of death.