"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the middle-aged man hard, trying to remember this face from his mind, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing." He declared his identity.

"Zizhen's son" the middle-aged man was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and pleasantly surprised, and said:

"Are you this old? Come, come in and sit in the house, come in and sit in the house."

Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room carrying a large bag of presents, sat down on the sofa, and said:

"Uncle, don't pour water, I'll just sit down and leave."

At the same time, he introduced the gifts he brought one by one, such as whiskey worth more than 100,000 yuan, a limited-edition Cohiba worth 5,000 yuan, and a ham worth 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

"What are you doing with such an expensive gift? How dare I accept it." The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard that.

"My mother made some money from real estate speculation. Let me come and visit you. I'm going abroad at the end of the year. From now on, you will take care of my dad's grave. Go and see it during the Ching Ming Festival, so that he won't be lonely."

Zhang Yuanqing lied as soon as he opened his mouth.

The middle-aged man reluctantly accepted it, and said with emotion:

"Going abroad, it's good to go abroad, now rich people want to go abroad, alas, back then your mother took you back to your mother's house, and you went away for more than ten years, and you didn't come back to see it. But it's really nothing to see, Zizhen is here There are no brothers and sisters around."

After some chatting between the two, Zhang Yuanqing realized that the uncle's name was Zhang Zitao, and he was his father's distant cousin.

"I heard from my mother that he stayed in a Taoist temple when he was a child?" Zhang Yuanqing began to inquire about his father's past.

He returned to his hometown this time mainly to inquire about two things, one was the truth about his father's death, and the other was his enemy.

Hearing this, Zhang Zitao fell into memory, nodded and said:

"Yes, I stayed. Life was hard at that time. Uncle left early. Zizhen was weak when he was young. Your grandma was afraid that he would not be able to support him, so she sent him to a Taoist temple. At that time, there was a Taoist temple near the village. I remember it was called Carefree view.

"There are a few Taoist priests who specialize in doing errands for the village, and they are also barefoot doctors."

Carefree view? I seem to know the origin of the name of the "Xiaoyao" organization. Zhang Yuanqing entered the topic and asked:

"My mother said that after my father had a car accident, it was buried by my uncle. Where did he have the accident?"

Since it is impossible for the father to die in a car accident, then there is no such thing as being hit, and there must be no place where the crime occurred. As the mortician, Grand Uncle at least knows how Zhang Zizhen died.

Zhang Zitao shook his head: "I was working outside at the time, so I don't know much about it. I just remember my dad said that grandpa was called by your mother, and when he came back, he informed the family to hold a funeral for Zizhen, saying that he had a car accident. "

Sure enough, I said that it was impossible to be in a car accident, and the car that could hit and kill the master of the peak, at least it was a doubt in Zhang Yuanqing's heart, a demigod car, was answered.

When he found out that his father had met the animal spirit of the zoo, he suspected that his father hadn't died in a car accident.

In the past few days, the news has been compiled, and when I learned that the Xiaoyao Organization exists, I don't believe it.

Now that the great uncle has passed away, if he wants to know the real cause of his father's death, he has to find his mother who is far away abroad, but if the Palace Master Zhisha is telling the truth, then maybe his mother doesn't know the real cause of his father's death.

It's just that he has a premonition and mental preparation for his death.

"I met an aunt on the way here. He said that my dad used to lie to people in the village? He must have had a lot of enemies. Where did he work before?" Zhang Yuanqing asked Chen Nian in a joking tone.

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