C7 Fathers

Soon, the police officer and the doctor arrived. The doctor examined Shen Hong in detail and came to a preliminary conclusion.

He told us that there were no injuries on Shen Hong's body and no signs of poisoning. From some of his symptoms, he could have died of kidney failure!

A nine foot tall burly man, well-built and full of energy, no more than thirty years old, actually died of renal failure?

A big question mark appeared in my mind. I asked the doctor, Is there any medicine that can cause kidney failure for a short period of time? But the doctor shook his head and said no.

Could it be that Shen Hong is really suffering from renal failure due to excessive masturbation? It was commonly known as "Extreme Mortal"?

Extinction.

To a normal man, this was simply impossible. Unless he was mentally ill, who would be capable of causing such an end to their life? And Shen Hong clearly doesn't have any characteristics of mental illness.

A strange haze gradually enveloped my heart.

After checking Shen Hong's body out, the doctor and two police officers put him in a bag and informed us that we would be arranged to return to the train at the next stop.

Although Shen Hong's death was very bizarre, but from a scientific point of view, he did die from overloading a plane. The police didn't even look for us to talk. After comforting us a bit, they left the carriage.

Soon, the train arrived at the rest stop. The three of us went from the train to Beijing, ready to transfer to the train back to Clear Water Town.

As soon as I got off the train, I called Beard and told him about Shen Hong's death. At first, he looked flustered and a little incoherent, but he soon recovered. When he recovered, he told me not to change stations and just take the antiques to Beijing.

He even said that he could raise the price to 500,000 yuan!

I refused, because I was very uneasy, and I felt things were not so simple. Shen Hong had already died, and if I were to continue on to Beijing, who knows if I would be the next to die?

When I declined, I noticed that Yellow Bridge and Sima Tong's cell phones were ringing one after the other. They were avoiding my calls, and I assumed that the call was from Stabbing Head.

When I got back from the phone call, Yellow Bridge was in a daze. He was walking shakily, his eyes were full of light. When I talked to him, he ignored me.

When Si Ma Qi returned, a bright light shone in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were raised from time to time, but he quickly suppressed it, as if he was doing his best to control his excitement.

After resting at the rest stop for about half an hour, the police told me that the train to Qingshui had arrived and let us on board.

Yellow Bridge had been beside me, his eyes unfocused, his mouth occasionally spitting out words I didn't understand, and Sima Tong, who had just come back from the phone call and told me he was going to the toilet, hadn't returned after more than twenty minutes.

He waited for another ten minutes, but still he did not return. Seeing the train was about to leave, the police officer told us to get on the train first and that they would send someone to look for him later.

Yellow Bridge and I got on the car, and after a day and a night, we successfully returned to Clear Water Town.

When I got home, I immediately made a call to Bayonet, hoping that he would notify Shen Hong's family to go to the train station and retrieve the corpse. I also wanted to return the 50,000 yuan I paid him, but when I called, his phone was turned off.

When the phone didn't ring, I went to the home and the shop, but for three days his house and the shop were closed, and he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

This is the fourth day since we returned. Seeing that the shop is still closed, I decided not to come back tomorrow. I won't use his money for now.

After falling out with Stabbing Head, I knew that I had to find a new job and couldn't always let my mother raise me, so I headed towards the market. There were specialized recruitment walls in the market, and although Clear Water Town wasn't considered rich, it shouldn't be difficult to find a job that could help me get food and drinks.

However, before I could enter the market, I saw a crowd gathered outside the market.

"What a sin!"

"That's right, how can you be a daughter-in-law like that?"

The crowd pointed and talked.

I wasn't a person who liked to join in on the fun, but when I was about to walk around the crowd, I heard a heart-wrenching scream coming from the middle of the crowd.

I couldn't help but frown and stop walking.

I looked at the crowd for a long time before gritting my teeth and walking over.

My mother taught me since I was a child that people can be poor, but they must not give up their dignity because they are poor, and give up those who need your help.

I was strong and strong, so I easily squeezed in. When I saw the crowd's focus, I felt a surge of anger rush to my head!

There were two women in the crowd. One of them was young and beautiful, dressed decently, the other was ragged, and from the gray hair at her temples and the deep lines at the corners of her eyes, she seemed to be in her late fifties.

To my annoyance, the beautiful young woman at this moment was beating the old woman with a stick as thick as her arm!

The beautiful woman's blows were extremely heavy, and each hit was enough to make the old woman scream out in pain. The old woman might have been scared by the blows, so she kneeled down in front of the young woman and begged for forgiveness.

"My daughter-in-law, your mother-in-law is wrong. Please let your mother-in-law go. It was your mother-in-law's fault."

However, not only did her begging not stop the beautiful woman, it even made her fall even harder.

"Is it okay if I'm wrong? There are so many things you're wrong about! "

At this moment, I have truly experienced the viciousness of a woman's heart. The old woman's face is swollen beyond recognition, and her body that was kneeling on the ground is trembling.

The beautiful woman raised her hand, but after she did so, I caught her.

When the beautiful woman saw me pulling her, she abruptly looked at me!

In the woman's eyes, there was a cold gaze, as though it was a mountain of ice. At that instant, I felt a chill on my face, a chill on my spine, and my teeth couldn't help but chatter.

I felt a bit scared in my heart. Right now, the sun was high up in the sky and I was also surrounded by so many people. Where did the coldness come from?

Thankfully, the feeling came and went in an odd way. After looking at each other for a short while, I saw the coldness in the woman's eyes gradually dissipate, replaced with panic.

As if she had just awoken from a dream, the stick in her hand fell to the ground. When she saw the woman kneeling on the ground, she cried out miserably and hugged the woman, saying that she was sorry.

The sudden turn of events wasn't the pity of the crowd, but the scoffing gazes of the crowd.

"Hmph, this woman sure knows how to put on an act. Seeing that the young lad can't stand it, she can't win him over, so she has to pretend to be pitiful!"

Seeing that there was no longer any excitement, the crowd dispersed quickly. The beautiful woman supported the old woman and left slowly.

But when she got up, she looked at me, and it was as if I had fallen into an icehouse, cold, cold, and without emotion.

It made me feel like it wasn't a living person looking at me, but a dead person looking at me with her discontented eyes!

"What bad luck!"

I shivered and spat on the floor.

After making such a ruckus, how could I still have the mood to look for a job. Walking to the recruitment wall, I casually glanced at it before leaving the market.

For the next few days, I didn't go looking for a job anymore. I focused on finding a job, but the work in the town was either too long or my salary was pitifully low.

At the same time as I was vexed about my work, the fabled ghost festival arrived on the fourteenth day of July.

On this day, my mother killed chickens and ducks, first worshiping her ancestors, then setting off firecrackers. After all the formalities of respecting the ancestors were done, my mother and I sat down at the table.

At the table, in addition to my mother and me, there was an extra set of cutlery.

I was not surprised, because on every festival, there would be a pair of such chopsticks. My mother never explained it to me, but I knew that this pair of chopsticks was for my father.

When I was young, I also asked my mother about my father. Whenever I asked her about it, my mother would not speak, and she would even shed tears. I could not bear to see my mother sad, so I kept the yearning towards my father buried deep in my heart.

"Son, have you been through something unusual lately?"

My mother picked up a piece of meat from the empty bowl, then a piece from my bowl.

My mother's question reminded me of the past few days, but I was afraid of my mother's worries, so I shook my head and said that nothing had happened, that I just hadn't been able to find a suitable job.

My mother stroked my head dotingly.

"You have been sensible since you were young, and you know how to pity your mother." As I said this, I saw my mother's eyes moisten.

"Looking at the date, you should be twenty-five now, right?"

For some reason, I felt that my mother was very unusual today. Her words didn't sound like much, but there was a kind of sigh and pain in her voice.

She took out a wooden square about the size of a cigarette case from her pocket. It was entirely red, with a small hole in the top, and wore a red string. There were words on both sides of the box, and on one side of the box was carved my name; on the other side of the bell was carved the word "Order."

"This was left behind by your father. You can take it with you in the future."

Hearing my father, I quickly took the box and put it on my neck.

"Thank you, Mom." I fiercely kissed on my mother's face, causing her to laugh.

How could I not be excited that I had finally found something to do with my father, someone I had always longed for?

Carrying the token, I turn my head to look at the empty bowl's location, as though I saw my father smiling amiably at me.

After dinner, a sudden phone call interrupted my happiness with my mother.

The call was from an unknown number. After the call connected, Huang Qiao's cry for help came.

His neck seemed to have been strangled, and every word he spoke was filled with all his strength.

"Zhong Xin, save me! Save... "Help me."

After saying that, he hung up. When I called back, there was a busy signal.