Chapter 31: Digging! This isn't a human hand?

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't reply, Yao Jinling stared blankly at one place with a rich expression on his face.

She adjusted her head to the same angle as Jiang Chen's, and immediately met the child's eyes.

Seeing this, the child ran away.

After all, the bodyguards who were closest to the child took a few quick steps and quickly caught up with the child after receiving an order from Yao Jinling.

They grabbed the child by the back of his collar and lifted him up. The child struggled in mid-air, punching and kicking, "Put me down, put me down!"

Then, she was placed obediently in front of Yao Jinling, with her head tilted, her hands twisted, and her face turned away to look at the ground.

Yao Jinling opened her mouth several times, but finally fell silent. She really didn't know how to deal with children. It was so troublesome.

Jiang Chen squatted down and looked the child in the eye. "Little boy, what's your name? Can you tell me where the home of someone named Wang Sunan is?"

"Grandma said we can't talk to people from other villages. She said anyone who leaves the village is no longer a villager. I've never seen you in the village before, you must be from other villages."

After saying this, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her little hands that had played in the mud, and her black eyes rolled around.

After spending a long time with Xiao Ji, I also learned the language model's nitpicking.

Jiang Chen lied, "I'm from this village, but I don't go out often. How can I be a stranger?"

She lifted the sachet hanging from her waistband and touched the child's sachet. "Look, you have this, and I have this too. Now, can you tell me?"

The child seemed to be lost in thought. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Okay, my name is Chen Ruofang. But I've never heard of that name you mentioned."

"Xiao Chen, a child shouldn't ask questions like that. Most of her information is pieced together and learned from the adults around her."

"Your mother passed away many years ago. Judging by everyone's reaction today, her name is definitely not often mentioned in the village. Instead, the most common discussions are about her deeds that gossip."

Xiao Ji's reminder message sounded at the right time.

Jiang Chen stared at the message and then changed the way he asked the question.

"Then can you tell me which house no one has been allowed to approach in recent years?"

Chen Ruofang's face wrinkled. After a moment, she raised her hand and pointed to a house. "That's the house everyone usually walks around."

Jiang Chen pulled out a wet tissue and a piece of chocolate from his pocket and placed them firmly in the child's hand. "Thank you. This is a wet tissue. You can wipe the dust off your face. This is chocolate. It's sweet and delicious. Go play."

Chen Ruofang dazedly held the two things in her arms and ran away happily.

They followed the child's directions and arrived at a square that had not been occupied for a long time. The unattended front yard was overgrown with weeds, which almost covered the entrance to the house.

Everyone pulled out the weeds manually and cleared a path for people to pass through.

"Is this Dr. Yao Jinmu's notebook?"

One of the bodyguards was leading the way. After walking a few steps, he saw a picture book left on the ground. He could vaguely make out a blurred, faint and unclear word "Mu". He immediately raised the book and spoke.

Two people immediately surrounded him upon hearing the sound.

Yao Jinmu: "I can only see the character 'Mu'. I can't tell if it's my sister's name. This picture book looks too old."

Chen Yinchuan: "Well, Amu's handwriting when he was a child is very different from now. I can't be completely sure."

Jiang Chen joined in the fun and squeezed behind them to take a look at the picture book. The pictures and text on it were covered with too much mud and mixed with rainwater.

But some of the faint words and drawings that had not been washed away by time were pieced together in her mind bit by bit, and she seemed to have seen them before.

Her tone was full of hesitation.

"Sorry, this looks like...a picture book from my childhood."

“Xiao Jiang Chen, did you see my sister when you were a child?”

Yao Jinling has been doing business for so many years and never believes in coincidences. She directly and reasonably links the word "Mu" with Jiang Chen.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember a lot of things from my childhood. I can't help you."

Her face was full of guilt, and Yao Jinling didn't know what to say, so she asked her men to continue clearing the way.

Chen Yinchuan kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Chen's every move.

Until Jiang Chen met his undisguised gaze and walked up to her.

"Aren't you digging graves? Come on, some of you, go clear the weeds in the backyard."

Jiang Chen had already walked around the house. A bulge in the backyard was covered with weeds, which were more vigorous and dense than those in the front yard. The tallest ones had already reached her knees.

Xiao Ji calmly analyzed and told her that it was most likely her mother's grave.

She stood there and watched for a long time.

Not to mention any traces of worship in this place, there is not even a way for someone to enter the house from around it, not to mention that she has been constantly talked about by the villagers for so many years.

Jiang Chen thought, since her mother was so unpopular, she should take her mother home.

Her original intention was to stop Chen Yinchuan from digging up the grave, but she didn't expect that in the end she would be the one to do such a disrespectful thing as digging up the grave and taking away the urn.

Jiang Chen looked around.

Most of Yao Jinling's staff were still clearing weeds in the front yard.

So she turned her attention to Chen Yinchuan.

Chen Yinchuan was about to refuse and ask why his manpower should be wasted on such things. He came here to find the things left by Jin Mu.

A threatening text message immediately popped up on my phone: "I think Dr. Yao Jinmu, who is so helpful, would be happy to see you doing good deeds in the place she once sponsored."

Opening a road is a technical job.

The weeds in Jiangchen Village have dense thorns on their stems. Whenever there is an exposed part of the legs, the stems seem to have eyes and can always find that vulnerable spot to wrap around, causing pain every time they brush against it.

Fortunately, the people Chen Yinchuan invited were all professionals and extremely efficient, so this pain seemed to be non-existent.

The bare grave mound gradually became exposed as the sun's position changed inch by inch.

Jiang Chen knelt in front of the tomb, stroking the dusty sign inch by inch with his hand. The words on the sign had not faded much under the erosion of time. Wherever his hand moved, a few more strokes became clearer.

——“The Tomb of Wang Sunan”.

That's all it says on the sign.

Her eyelashes fluttered twice and then drooped.

"Xiao Ji, isn't it a bit conscienceless to do this?"

"No, you want her to escape from this place that has trapped her all her life. She will be thankful that her daughter has grown up to be what she is now, Xiao Chen."

Jiang Chen was a little pessimistic: "What does he look like now? Fragile, cowardly, timid, with mood swings and inability to stand on his own?"

"No, Xiaochen." Xiaoji's words popped out one by one, seemingly stuck, but it really didn't look like it. "It's a gentle, kind, brave, and empathetic beautiful appearance."

Jiang Chen put her cell phone into her trouser pocket, held the sign with her mother's name on it in her hand, and her eyes stroked the words over and over again instead of her hands. Then she exerted force and pulled the sign out of the soil where it was buried.

The fresh soil from the bottom layer was brought out along with the roots of the sign. She casually picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the roots, but the mud seemed to have completely merged with the sign and could no longer be wiped clean.

"Jiang Chen, are you crazy?" Unexpectedly, the first person to exclaim was Chen Yinchuan.

"Aren't you here to dig graves?"

Jiang Chen put on gloves and took the shovel from someone's hand. He scooped up a shovel of soil from the grave mound and shoveled it to the side, repeating this action back and forth.

Watching Jiang Chen shoveling the soil back and forth, he looked like a madman.

Chen Yinchuan was about to remind him, but when he looked down, he saw that the phone page was still stuck on Xiao Ji's soft threat.

He really couldn't understand her thoughts at all.

It's up to her to do whatever she wants.

Chen Yinchuan took a deep breath, pushed his glasses away coldly, and took away everyone around her, leaving her alone in the grave.

Before Jiang Chen could even break a sweat, he dug up something hard.

The urn is so shallow, it must have been buried by Wang Linjun in the past, it was a shoddy construction.

She kept adjusting the angle of the shovel, lifted one leg, stepped on the edge of the grave as a support point, and used her face to exert force at the same time. When she shoveled down, she still hit something hard and couldn't dig it open.

Did Wang Linjun actually bury such a large urn at that time?

Jiang Chen adjusted the entire grave mound to various positions and angles, and fine beads of sweat slowly climbed up her forehead.

She gasped, gave up shoveling, put the shovel under her feet, and started digging with her hands. Her hands gently dug away the soil on top.

The moment she saw the object revealed, Jiang Chen almost froze subconsciously, her breathing quickened, and the throbbing of her heartbeat was too obvious, making her stomach churn. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying hard to suppress the feeling of nausea.

She didn't see the urn, just a few white, smooth fingers, lifeless and motionless in the ground.

Almost as if in a state of stress, she scooped up the soil next to her and covered it up as if to try to cover up her crime.

Jiang Chen ignored his dirty gloves and took out his cell phone to hear what Xiao Ji had to say. As was his usual nature, he had already come up with a lot of words of comfort and analysis.

But at this moment, there is no news.

Jiang Chen looked at the signal display on his phone. Thanks to the signal booster, that area was marked as full.

She tried to send a message, and the message was sent, but she couldn't receive a reply from Xiao Ji.

calm.

Take a deep breath.

Now she has to figure out the matter of Xiao Ji and the corpse on her own, she can't mess around.

Jiang Chen put his phone back into his pocket and tried hard to regain some rationality amidst his chaotic thoughts.

According to common sense, my mother would not have such intact and smooth fingers that would not decay after being dead for so many years. This could only be a case of a corpse that was passed away very recently.

But the surrounding roads were completely blocked by weeds, and there were no signs of any recent human entry.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, half-closed his eyes, and deliberately pulled his head back. He mustered up his courage and reached out to dig up the soil again.

This time she was afraid that she couldn't open the body completely, so she simply held the corpse's hand through a pair of gloves, trying to remove the dust with one hand and gently carry the body out with the other hand.

Jiang Chen used too much force and accidentally broke an arm in her hand.

She held back her scream, but her movements were not yet under control of her brain, and she still swung her arm out.

She looked at the whole arm in the distance and made an annoyed "tsk". She kept the awkward posture of turning her head and moved slowly to pick it up.

She squatted down, grasped her arms tightly and raised them up, even daring to lower her head and stare at the place where her arms had just landed.

No blood...

No blood?

Jiang Chen finally dared to look at the arm carefully.

She turned the arm in her hands and saw that it was connected by wires.

Isn't this a human hand?

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