The two men knocked on doors and asked questions in the name of collecting fines.
Some villagers would question their identities and ask them to show their forest ranger work permits.
Some villagers warmly invited them into their homes and offered them biscuits and milk.
Some villagers found various excuses for not wanting to open the door.
After going through the whole process, the fines collected more than 200 paper money for the dead.
As for the rest, either they are dead or not at home.
Su Qingyu looked at the list of people who had not paid their fines and twitched the corners of her lips.
She truly felt that getting money was harder than getting her life.
Su Qingyu said to Bai Huo as he drew the lines: "At least four-fifths of the people on this list are dead."
Bai Huo sighed: "Collecting money is really not a easy job."
He had said all the nice things just now, but the villagers still looked at him with hatred, as if complaining, why did he still come to settle these messes after so long
Su Qingyu smiled and said, “Especially since the money is not collected for yourself, it is even more difficult to do it.
This kind of work offends people, and you don't get any benefits. You might even be suspected of corruption."
"Let's put this matter aside for now. Miss Su, have you noticed anything special?"
"Of course there are." Su Qingyu gently put down the pen. Her eyes were as clear as a lake, and there was a hint of wit in her eyes. "There are many young people's clothes placed in the villagers' rooms. This village is obviously full of elderly people, why are there young people's clothes?"
Su Qingyu first raised the question, and then continued to answer it according to his own thoughts: "Although the styles of those clothes are different, there are traces to follow.
Do you remember the third house we visited? The old man inside was covered with tattoos, and the clothes in his room were full of fashionable punk elements.
However, the old man spoke and acted in a pedantic and old-fashioned manner, which did not fit these styles…”
Bai Huo listened quietly, and then added to Su Qingyu's analysis: "Yes. The elderly man in the third room has a gentle personality and speaks in a literary manner. He doesn't seem like the kind of maverick fashion expert to me.
And in the last house we visited, we saw the work name card of the person on the list. The photo on the name card was also a young man, but when we asked the owner of the house, the owner said that the young man was his grandson and had passed away.
It's strange, really strange. He said his grandson had passed away, but there was no sadness in his eyes, only panic that he wanted to hide. "
“They look too similar.
It doesn’t look like a grandparent or grandchild, but more like the young and old forms of one person.”
Su Qingyu paused and continued, "Combined with the palm readings you gave them, I have a bold guess that the elderly here are using the bodies of the young to prolong their lives!"
"You mean... those old people have a way to transfer themselves into the bodies of young people..." Bai Huo followed Su Qingyu's words and gave the answer.
Su Qingyu nodded solemnly: "Do you still remember what the village chief said
The elderly here all want to live a hundred years, but I think what the village chief said is conservative. What they want is not a hundred years of life, but immortality.”