After this farce

Bai Qianmo and Qin Jingwen were no longer in the mood for afternoon tea.

Just then, Luo Cheng called and told her to come over immediately.

After saying goodbye to Qin Jingwen, Bai Qianmo immediately took a taxi to the West Suburbs Cemetery.

Following the location sent by Luo Cheng, Bai Qianmo arrived at a dilapidated house that had just been burned down.

At that moment, several people inside were checking people up and down.

"How is the situation?"

When Luo Cheng saw Bai Qianmo arrive, he immediately walked out of the dusty house and removed the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose.

"The surveillance cameras nearby have been deliberately sabotaged. The gravedigger's house caught fire for no apparent reason late last night. Although the fire has been extinguished, most of the things inside have been burned."

Bai Qianmo's calm gaze swept over the burned-down houses. The original red bricks and green tiles had lost their original color, and everywhere there were ruins and desolation.

Where is the gravedigger?

"They were burned to death."

Bai Qianmo frowned slightly.

He reached out and took Luo Cheng's handkerchief, covering his mouth and nose, and stepped inside.

Two officers from Bureau A were clearing evidence from the scene. After searching for a while, they found that apart from the pots and pans from the gravedigger's daily life, there was almost nothing left.

"Captain Luo, this fire is spreading from the inside out. I just found this in the underground mound."

"Candle?"

Wearing rubber gloves, Luo Cheng examined the house closely and asked, "Does this house not have electricity?"

"There was a power outlet in the room, and a burned-out television set, which means that the gravedigger usually used electricity, so it is strange that this candle appeared in the room."

"Did the cemetery lose power last night?" Bai Qianmo asked, turning around.

The person from Bureau A shook his head: "Everything was normal last night."

Bai Qianmo noticed what appeared to be a burnt picture frame on the wall and went over to take a look.

With a cracking sound under her feet, Bai Qianmo took a step back and looked down at the ground.

Luo Cheng saw her squatting in the corner, rummaging through a pile of burnt ashes, and walked over curiously.

Bai Qianmo dug open the pile of ash with her hands, revealing a piece of wood inside.

The wooden blocks were only the size of a palm, and almost all of them were buried in the soil.

If you hadn't felt something poking your foot, you would have had a hard time noticing it.

"Is this a burnt memorial tablet?"

Bai Qianmo nodded and wiped away the surface dirt with a handkerchief.

A character "昌" (Chang) was clearly visible on the small wooden block.

Bai Qianmo said, "Judging from the state of the burning wood, the character 'Chang' should be the middle character of someone's name. Check the names of the deceased in this cemetery to see which people have this character in their names."

"By the way, has the situation regarding the tomb keeper been investigated?"

Luo Cheng hurriedly said, "We've already investigated. The tomb keeper's surname is Xu. He's an elderly man living alone, a local from the western suburbs, and has been guarding this cemetery for forty years."

Does he have any other relatives?

"According to the information, he had no direct blood relatives, but he had a godson with whom he had a close relationship. After learning that the old man had been burned to death in the fire, the godson rushed over early in the morning to collect the body."

After saying this, Luo Cheng handed over the information he had gathered from his morning investigation to Bai Qianmo.

Bai Qianmo quickly flipped through the photos, her gaze landing on a picture of the old man before his death.

The old man looked very simple and honest. He was in his seventies and seemed a little nervous in front of the camera, with a somewhat vacant look in his eyes.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was unusually thin and had sunken eyes that looked somewhat empty.

"who is he?"

"This person is the old man's godson, Liu Fuyong, a carpenter. We have already investigated him. He usually works in another city, but he injured his leg in an accident and only returned home yesterday."

Bai Qianmo stared at the photo, lost in thought.

Subsequently, Luo Cheng contacted the cemetery staff and checked the names of all the deceased buried in the cemetery. To his disappointment, although there were 578 people buried there, not a single one of them had the character "Chang" in their name.

Bai Qianmo stared at the list of deceased that had been delivered and frowned: "Excluding the deceased in the cemetery, this memorial tablet should be related to this grave keeper. We found a burnt photo frame above the tablet. If my guess is correct, there should be a portrait in the frame. We can ask the old man's godson and the nearby villagers to see if they know who the person on this memorial tablet is."

"Qianmo, I don't understand why we insist on finding the person on this memorial tablet. Do you think the old man guarding the tomb is related to Zhao Guofeng?"

A sharp glint flashed in Bai Qianmo's eyes, and she narrowed her beautiful eyes.

"It's too early to say. Let's investigate first, and we need to pay special attention to the old man's godson."

Luo Cheng thought to himself that Bai Qianmo must have discovered something.

"I understand! I'll contact you as soon as I have any news."

*

night

Bai Family Old House

When Bai Qianmo returned, Bai Lao, Xu Hualan, and Bai Yitang were all sitting in the living room eating.

The old man smiled and waved.

"Qianmo, come quickly to Grandpa's side."

Seeing Bai Lao's beaming face, Bai Qianmo looked towards Xu Hualan on the side.

Could it be that my aunt really reached an agreement with the principal of No. 1 Middle School?

Really? Actually, her saying she was in her final year of high school was just a polite way of refusing, okay?

How could a high-threshold, high-requirement school like Beijing No. 1 High School possibly allow a junior high school graduate to directly enter the senior year of high school?

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