Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli had limited time, and even though Sister-in-law Yu was reluctant to part, the two of them had to leave.
However, instead of returning directly to town, they went to Zhou Gou's parents' graves to offer incense.
We went up the mountain again.
It had been a year since they last came here, and Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli could only vaguely remember the way.
After wandering around in the mountains for a long time, the two finally found the grave they had erected for Huang Zhiyuan.
The low grave had been dug up, leaving only bones and tattered pieces of clothing scattered on the ground. Ants were crawling in and out of the clothing fragments, perhaps gnawing on the few remaining bits of flesh on the bones.
Zhou Mingli and Jiang Ci both fell silent, their hatred for Guo Zhen reaching its peak.
Zhou Mingli took a cloth out of the front basket of his bicycle, wrapped the remains in it, and placed them inside.
Jiang Ci frowned, but didn't say anything, watching Zhou Mingli arrange the remains.
"The smell is a bit unpleasant, can you still stand it?" Zhou Mingli asked Jiang Ci, turning his head to the side.
Jiang Ci frowned even more deeply and said, "We should have brought the box containing the remains over beforehand. Wrapping it in cloth like this is not a proper preparation."
Zhou Mingli hadn't expected her to focus on this, and said, "It's okay, I'll put these in when I get back."
This is all we can do now.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli did not linger on the mountain. They took another route, bypassing the Shanding Brigade, and returned to Zhongmo Town.
The round trip took four or five hours.
Huang Zheyue was bored in the guesthouse and looked out the window at the crowds on the street.
But inexplicably, my mind was wandering to thoughts of my father.
I don't know where my father's remains are now.
Suddenly, Huang Zheyue saw Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli return, and he jumped up.
Xiao Dong was startled. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"It's alright! Uncle Zhou and Aunt Jiang are back!"
Huang Zheyue dashed out the door and ran out of the guesthouse.
Just as Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli parked their bicycles, Huang Zheyue came over and said, "You're finally back."
"What? Are you bored staying at the guesthouse?" Jiang Ci waited for Zhou Mingli to take the things from the front basket and walk into the house.
"I didn't say that, I was just curious about where you lived before." Huang Zheyue followed behind them, and suddenly her nose caught a very, very, very pungent stench.
"Hmm... what's that smell?" Huang Zheyue moved closer to Zhou Mingli, but when she smelled it coming from his direction, she immediately moved away. "Uncle Zhou, what is that thing you're holding? It smells so bad."
Zhou Mingli glanced at him and said, "Your father's remains."
Before Huang Zheyue could even land properly after the long jump, she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Jiang Ci went over and helped him up. "We came back to collect your father's body, and you're still so surprised?"
Huang Zheyue had just landed face down, her nose still red from the fall. She stared stiffly at the cloth bag in Zhou Mingli's arms, the dust still clinging to her body. Words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single one.
Zhou Mingli walked up to him and said, "You should have been the one to collect your father's body. Your Aunt Jiang and I went to the place on the mountain where we found your father and found that he had indeed been dug up, so we brought his remains back."
Zhou Mingli held the cloth bag in front of him, "Hold him and put him in the things we brought."
Huang Zheyue's hands weigh a thousand pounds.
He stared at the human bones wrapped in gray cloth, their shape completely unrecognizable... He could hardly believe that after his tall father passed away, only such a small thing remained.
After a long while, he raised his slightly trembling hand.
A child under fifteen years old, when faced with living human bones, will inevitably feel fear, retreat, and resistance.
The pungent smell clearly told Huang Zheyue that this was not a good thing, and there might still be rotten flesh left on it.
Huang Zheyue still caught the thing wrapped in gray cloth with both hands. The unfamiliar touch made people feel cold all over, but the moment Huang Zheyue touched it, all fear disappeared.
This is his father, who raised him alone, who meticulously planned for him, and who devoted himself to his father's education.
Huang Zheyue's eyes were bloodshot as she clutched the cloth bag tightly.
Zhou Mingli raised his hand and patted his shoulder. "Go inside."
When Jiang Ci returned the bicycle, she asked Secretary Zhao for help to reassemble Huang Zhiyuan's remains into a human shape and then take them to the hospital morgue.
After they find the remains of the other two people, they will cremate them together and then bring them back to Beijing.
Incidentally, Jiang Ci also used the phone in Secretary Zhao's office to call the leader.
Secretary Zhao remained silent, then looked at Jiang Ci and asked quickly and familiarly, "We first found Huang Zhiyuan's remains in the mountains and are now settling them in. However, we don't know where the remains of Huang Zhiyuan's two colleagues are. Minister, could you please ask the leaders again if Guo Zhen's people have confessed the exact location of the other two victims' bodies?"
"You are good at ordering people around."
Jiang Ci laughed, "Isn't it because all I know is our department's phone number?"
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call you back after I've asked around."
"Okay, Minister, I'll be waiting for you."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ci shamelessly said, "Secretary Zhao, it seems I'll have to stay here with you for a while longer."
"What are you saying? Since it's official business, we don't need to wait for a reply. You can stay here as long as you want!" Secretary Zhao was quite easy to talk to.
After a pause, Secretary Zhao tentatively asked, "Xiao Jiang, the person you just called, was it... your department head?"
Jiang Ci nodded. "Yes."
Secretary Zhao said a name.
Jiang Ci nodded again.
Secretary Zhao gasped, "Then he needs to consult his superiors?"
Jiang Ci laughed and said, "I don't know about that. In a place like Beijing, you know how many people with connections you could hit with a brick."
"I applied to come back to help cremate the remains and take the ashes back to their families. As for which leader cares about this, I really don't know, after all, I'm not qualified, right?"
Secretary Zhao chuckled and said, "Your words are just excessive modesty. Looking at the entire Zhongmo Town, which comrade is like you, who has been in Beijing for less than two years and has already gotten a job at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Moreover, it seems that you have a good relationship with the minister. I've also heard that that leader is known for valuing talent, which already shows that you have ability and competence!"
Jiang Ci was very modest and said, "I was lucky to have had the help of a benefactor."
Upon hearing this, Secretary Zhao recalled his first meeting with Jiang Ci, where he met Zhou Gou and Mr. Cheng.
He sighed inwardly.
Same person, different fate!
Sometimes, luck is also a part of ability. Why did Mr. Cheng only help Jiang Ci and not just any random person on the street?
Wasn't it because Jiang Ci did something that made Mr. Cheng willingly and willingly help?
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