Chapter 144 It’s Raining

Regarding the matter of revenge, Yue Yuan had never told Lin Hanzhi about the progress of the investigation, nor did he provide Lin Hanzhi with the autopsy reports of the Lin family's bodies.

He could not forget Lin Yan's instructions, and the more he investigated, the more he felt that when Lin Yan said "don't investigate", he really should have done as he said and stopped there.

But now that he was in a dilemma, Yue Yuan had no choice but to continue investigating. However, he did not want Lin Hanzhi to know the secret. He wanted to figure it out himself before considering whether to tell Lin Hanzhi.

On the day he learned the important clues, Yue Yuan was already in his early fifties, but he practiced physical skills, and even at the age of fifty, his physical strength did not decrease much, and the difference was not much from his peak period.

He excitedly rushed to the location mentioned by the person who delivered the clue, and then encountered the only B-level evil spirit in the history of the Abnormal Management Bureau.

It was a hard battle and Yue Yuan almost died, but he also got some of the truth he wanted. After that, his health deteriorated and he became skinny. His attitude towards the matter became more and more secretive and he dared not reveal anything to Lin Hanzhi.

Just to find clues, a B-level evil ghost appeared to hinder them. Yue Yuan didn't dare and didn't want to let Lin Hanzhi touch it again.

After all, he is old, both physically and mentally. He no longer has the courage to risk everything like he did when he was young. He is afraid that he will not be able to protect the last bloodline of Lin Yan and Ning Xiao.

He knew that he didn't have much time left, so he called Lin Hanzhi to his side and wanted him to swear that he would not continue the investigation, but Lin Hanzhi was firm in his attitude - that was the only time in their lives that they parted on bad terms.

The next day, Lin Hanzhi accepted a mission and went to a very remote small city, which required five or six transfers.

He sat on the bus with a cold and stiff expression, his facial lines tense, thinking back to what Yue Yuan had said to him, ruminating over and over again. He knew that Yue Yuan said that for his own good, but in the end he could not accept his kindness.

Then, he received the news of Yue Yuan's death on that train.

Finally, there is one less person around me.

When he returned to the Alien Management Bureau and wanted to see Yue Yuan, he was told that Yue did not die in the mission, so there was no need to keep the body pending investigation. The body had been cremated according to normal funeral rites and sent back to Shanyin City, where Yue had lived in his youth, for burial, next to the grave of Yue's mother.

These two plots of cemetery were bought by Yue Yuan many years ago. He had already thought of a way for himself to return to his roots. His roots have always been in this small town, beside his mother.

On the day when Yue Yuan parted with Lin Hanzhi unhappily, he thought a lot with a pale face. On the one hand, he thought, why not destroy all the information about the Lin family? On the other hand, he thought, that boy was stubborn by nature, and if he destroyed all the information, there was no guarantee that he would not think of other ways to destroy himself as well.

The situation at that time will only be worse than his current situation. After thinking about it all night, Yue Yuan finally decided to hide everything he knew in the urn, and set up a small springboard for the information about the Lin family in the bureau. When Lin Hanzhi frequently checks the relevant information under his own identity, the program will actively send his own cemetery address to his email.

Therefore, seventeen days after Yue Yuan passed away, Lin Hanzhi received the address of "No. 126, Qingsong Cemetery, Lingyuan Road, Shanyin City".

Lin Hanzhi naturally knew where this was, but he couldn't come rashly, so he waited until a task occurred in Shanyin City that the local branch could not handle and required support from the headquarters. Only then did he bring Miao Yue here leisurely, and pretended that he had never left the hotel to make everything go smoothly.

It would even be logical to conceal his tracks if he brought Miao Yue to the cemetery again tomorrow morning to pay tribute to the former director openly.

The cemetery was surrounded by mountains and was pitch black, as if it was a place where no light could penetrate. Suddenly, wet liquid dripped on the back of his hand. Lin Hanzhi subconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched the corners of his eyes, thinking that he had cried, but soon he felt more moisture dripping down, hitting him all over. It was just raining.

The rain fell densely like cow hair, and appeared in a small handful under the reflection of the car lights, shining golden under the car lights, like a handful of fireworks.

Although it was a light rain, it soon soaked Lin Hanzhi and made him feel icy cold. Fortunately, he was good at enduring discomfort, so he didn't find it unbearable.

Just a little cold.

The name written on the tombstone is Wang Shi, not Yue Yuan. Wang is Yue Yuan’s mother’s surname, and Wang Shi is the name his mother gave him.

In fact, he had always wanted to be Wang Shi again, but although he was the head of the Yue family, he could not do whatever he wanted, especially such a thing as changing his surname and humiliating the entire Yue family.

Who can tolerate that the head of their family is a person of another surname?

"Yu...Uncle Wang, I'm here to see you. Why can't you just do it? You insist on making me dig your grave with my own hands. What an unfilial thing! And it happens to be raining. Will I be struck by lightning?" Lin Hanzhi said so without even looking at the muddy ground. He bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground, letting his clothes and hair get wet by the rain and stick to his body. Then, he kowtowed three times to the muddy rain and to the honest face of Wang Shi on the tombstone, which was louder than the sound of the rain.

Then he walked two steps on his knees while maintaining a kneeling position, and came to the small tomb chamber built with cement slabs behind the tombstone. Cement was fragile to begin with, and Lin Hanzhi lifted up the top cement slab with a little force. Then, as if realizing something, he took out an umbrella from the trunk of the Volkswagen, which the car rental company had thoughtfully prepared for it as it was about to rain.

After fixing the umbrella on the tombstone and making sure that the rain would not wet the urn, Lin Hanzhi carefully lifted the cement board, placed it on the side of the tomb, and looked at the black urn placed inside.

This urn was not one of those complicated types found in funeral homes. It was just plain, but it contained a man who was once as strong as a mountain.

A man like that, after his death, all that was left was a handful of light ashes.

No wonder people say that death itself is the fairest thing.