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The six of us looked at each other, asked some irrelevant topics, and then ended the conversation.
After eating, we walked out of the villa, relatively silent.
After a while, Shen Mengfei spoke.
"Should we act separately?"
What he said was obviously to ask Master Qingyi, who fell silent, and finally nodded.
"Okay, let's go to Han Fushan, you go to Han Gui and Han Huozi, we will act separately."
Ji Fangming's face changed, and he said dissatisfied.
"Why do you go to Han Fushan? Either we all go together, or we go to Han Fushan."
Shen Mengfei sneered.
"Before, you were the ones who were in the lead, and now it's time for us to replace you. Why, do you really think we are your subordinates?"
Ji Fangming wanted to say more, but I stretched out my hand to stop him.
"Okay, you go to Han Fushan."
"Third Master!"
I shook my head at Ji Fangming, who was not angry, and said to Han Zhilin.
"Mr. Han, please take us to Han Gui's house first."
Han Zhilin glanced at Master Qingyi and nodded immediately.
On the way, Ji Fangming asked me inexplicably: "Third Master, it is obvious that Han Fushan is more important now, how can you give them this opportunity? If you really want to find out something, it's fine. If you don't find out, you will startle the snake. We are not passive anymore."
I didn't say anything, Ning An sneered.
"Since we entered the village, we have been alerting the enemy. If the murderer is really Han Fushan, he must have been prepared. They may not be able to find anything if there is no danger."
I nodded.
"The so-called old people become smart, if Han Fushan is really behind all this, they may not have any good fruit to eat, it is a trivial matter to startle the snake, I just hope they can be more careful."
While we were talking, we were led by Han Zhilin to the gate of Han Gui's house, and Han Zhilin shouted inside.
"Is Uncle Gui at home?"
Han Zhilin yelled twice, the door of the villa opened, and a man about the same age as Uncle Cheng came out.
Han Gui has a serious face, wears a black gown, and is playing with walnuts in his hands. He paused when he saw Han Zhilin and us, and said.
"So it's Zhilin, have you seen your father?"
Han Zhilin nodded and said.
"Uncle Gui must have been busy with my dad's affairs, Zhilin thank you Uncle."
Han Gui waved his hand, glanced at me and Ning An Ji Fangming, and asked.
"Is there something wrong?"
I saw Han Gui's posture, as if he didn't want us to enter the house, so I couldn't help thinking a little.
Han Zhilin said: "I want to find out the cause of my father's death with Uncle Gui."
Han Gui wondered: "The cause of death? You should go to your Uncle Xia for this matter. Your Uncle Xia is the only doctor in the village. He also determined the cause of your father's death. Didn't he die of fright because he ate magic rice? What else is there to ask?"
Han Zhilin shook his head and said.
"Uncle Gui, do you believe that my dad died because of eating magic rice?"
Han Gui stopped the movement of his hands, was silent for a while, and then sighed.
"Zhilin, you also know your Uncle Xia's ability. He has cured all the diseases in the village, big and small. Before you miss it, let's take it easy."
Han Zhilin was at a loss for words, so I spoke slowly.
"Look at Mr.'s face, look at Mr.'s eyebrows and the aura of his family. If Mr.'s family is unlucky, it should be a white-haired person sending a black-haired person."
Han Gui's tear hall is full of miscellaneous lines, and his personality is short and shallow. It is a standard appearance of being lonely in his later years and having no children or grandchildren.
In addition, Han Gui's family villa has a gloomy, cold and yang-like atmosphere, filled with a sense of coldness and lack of family affection. Combined, Han Gui lost his son in his later years. This son may not be a son, but may also be a grandson of three generations.
Sure enough, after hearing my words, Han Gui's face changed suddenly, he stared at me firmly, and clenched the walnut in his hand.
Han Zhilin tugged at the corner of my clothes and said in a low voice.
"Mr. Wang, you really don't know which pot you can't open. Uncle Gui passed away his grandson three years ago."
Han Gui said coldly.
"Zhilin, if you have something to do, let's talk about it later, please leave your friends now."
Han Zhilin looked anxious, so I spoke first.
"No offense, just some things I want to ask, I hope you?? Can give me a solution. "
"Ask a question? Is this how you ask a question? Get the hell out of here!"
I looked at Han Gui thoughtfully, and was about to continue talking when Han Gui's cell phone rang.
After Han Gui answered the phone, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.
"What? Your dad died?"
Immediately I frowned, Han Zhilin hurriedly asked.
"Uncle Gui, who is dead?"
After Han Gui hung up the phone, his expression was ugly, and he ran out of the courtyard in a hurry without saying a word.
We looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
After this walk, I came to the head of the village, and many people on the road rushed here in a hurry.
Han Zhilin said solemnly.
"It seems that something happened at Uncle Ping's house."
Uncle Ping's original name was Han Yiping, and his nickname was Han Huozi. He got this nickname because his two front teeth were knocked out.
But I frowned when I heard that, and asked, "Are you sure?"
Han Zhilin walked to the door of a villa and nodded.
"It's confirmed now, is Uncle Ping dead?"
It didn't take long for us to have an answer, because there were cries from inside.
"Dad, Dad, wake up, Dad, please, wake up!"
There were people standing inside and outside the courtyard, talking a lot.
"It's really strange. Two days ago, Han Baishan was scared to death because he ate magic rice. It's strange why Han Huozi died like this."
"In the past, there was nothing wrong with the magic rice. I took a bite yesterday, and it was fine. Now I am so scared that I dare not eat it."
"Why is the village so unbalanced recently?"
Listening to the discussion in my ears, my brows became more and more wrinkled.
"dad!"
The cries inside became more painful, and then an old voice came.
"Han Zhi, my condolences."
Han Zhilin introduced an old man who came out.
"This is Uncle Xia."
I nodded and glanced at Uncle Xia twice, ordinary people with a weak aura seem to be fine.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the courtyard, and someone shouted "The village chief is here", and everyone immediately moved out of the way.
?I saw Han Fushan walking forward tremblingly on crutches, followed by Qingyi and the other three with gloomy faces.
I saw the faces of Qingyi and the others, and it seemed that they had not received any news.
Then I looked at Han Fushan again. He looked anxious and asked while walking quickly.
"What's wrong with Yiping, is there any help?"
Doctor Xia hurriedly stepped forward to support Han Fushan, shook his head and sighed.
"It's hopeless. The cause of death is the same as that of Han Baishan. He was scared to death after eating magic rice."
Han Fushan shook and was about to fall down, Dr. Xia hurriedly supported him.
There were exclamations from all around.
"Village Chief!"
"Village Chief, you have to hold on!"
Han Fushan coughed twice suddenly, waved his hand, and stared at us instantly! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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