"Hmm, what’s the result?"
The female assistant’s expression was a bit complex. She deeply gazed at Chen Yan before slowly saying, "He Village, since Mrs. He’s death, three people have died in the village.
The first victim’s na is Ding Youquan, an outsider in He Village, but he has so kinship with the He Family.
Male, forty-one years old, married with a wife and a son. However, he’s already divorced—rumor has it because he had a habit of dostic violence, often beating and scolding his wife and children in his youth.
After the divorce, his son lived with the ex-wife and moved to another town.
The funeral procession we encountered today was for Ding Youquan.
This man relied on farming and contracting fishponds for his livelihood. He especially supplied live fish to several restaurants in town, making so inco. But he was a gambling addict and couldn’t save any money, often owing gambling debts.
Eight days ago, he fell into the fishpond while fishing. He was pulled out and seed fine initially. The next day, his friend visited him, only to find he had died at ho. The hospital examined him and concluded that the cold water in winter caused a high fever, leading to shock. Without anyone to care for him, he didn’t get tily dical help and died at ho.
Oh, we ran into his funeral procession today because... his son held a grudge against him for beating and scolding him and his mother since childhood and refused to host the funeral or carry the urn. Relatives tried to persuade him until just before the funeral, but he refused, causing the delay. The funeral was in the afternoon, and we bumped into them."
Chen Yan nodded.
A scumbag who constantly abused his family, deserved to die without anyone to send him off.
Those persuading relatives were damn ddling fools.
Then, the female assistant ntioned two more people.
One was surnad Wang, nad Wang Dasheng, also an outsider in He Village—though different from Ding Youquan, he had no kinship with the He Family.
Wang Dasheng, thirty-seven years old, male, with a wife and children. But he was idle, got into fights, served over a year in jail. Later, he married through an introduction.
Previously worked at a fruit wholesale market in the county, helping a boss collect fruits from rural farrs.
During off-season, with no fruit business, he idled in the village, drinking and gambling.
This man was a drunkard, fighting, drinking, gambling were common for him.
Ten days ago, he suddenly had a heart attack at the poker table. People around him rushed to the hospital, but he died before reaching it.
The hospital’s preliminary judgnt was that a heart attack caused sudden death, but the family refused an autopsy, so no further examination was done.
The last one was surnad He—hearing this surna, one might think he belonged to the He Family.
But he wasn’t; just happened to share the sa surna without any connection to the He Family in He Village.
His na was He Deyan, male, thirty-nine years old, an old bachelor.
In rural areas, old bachelors tend to be notorious rogues or idle rascals.
He Deyan was this type of person. His mother remarried with a child, bringing him to this place. He ca to He Village when his mother married again. Both mother and stepfather died of illness later; he beca well-known as a rogue in the village.
Stealing chickens and dogs by day, kicking widows’ doors by night—that’s his general behavior.
Committed small cris and got arrested, mostly detained for a few days. Though a rogue, he lacked guts for big cris, committing petty thefts instead.
Over ten days ago, he died in a car accident in the county.
The female assistant summarized information she gathered and sat back quietly.
Chen Yan looked at Chu Keqing: "Well, did you notice the problem?"
Chu Keqing slowly said, "These three dead people... all died after Mrs. He’s grave collapsed!"
"Hmm." Chen Yan nodded: "Moreover... these three had sothing in common; they were the lowest echelon in rural areas, idle, corrupt, with ugly habits, and no spare money in their families.
Such people are the easiest to be bribed by interests."
Chu Keqing squinted and thought, then lowly said, "Senior’s aning is... human caused disaster?"
Chen Yan pointed at the guest list book on the table, saying calmly, "If I’m not mistaken, check this guest list; these three didn’t attend the funeral! Their nas are not on the guest list."
Chu Keqing seriously checked the book.
Mrs. He, Sun Chen, was evidently good at housekeeping; the book was clear and well-organized under her instructions, though not written by her.
During the funeral period, it recorded every guest’s household, na, amount of money gifted, and items brought clearly and orderly.
After checking it through, Chu Keqing’s face slightly changed.
"Senior, the book states... at Mrs. He’s funeral, indeed Ding Youquan, Wang Dasheng, and He Deyan didn’t co, their nas are not in the book."
Chen Yan shook his head: "They’re guilty."
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