"Could they have also set the fire?" Zhao Daming asked.
Zhao Wuyi slapped his thigh and said, "They thought we had some good stuff in our house, so they came to steal it, and then set it on fire?"
The father and son looked at each other and felt that this was the possibility.
"Dad, no, our stuff won't be gone, will it?" Zhao Daming panicked. When he came back and saw the house in this state, he didn't get angry at all. It was just right that he didn't have to live here anymore. But all the money in the house was gone, and he felt sad. If the family fortune was gone... he didn't dare to think about it.
Zhao Wu was also panicked. During the day, people were coming and going, and he didn't think about it, nor did he take the time to look. Now he just wanted to take all the things away later.
The father and son ran to the backyard in panic.
Zhao Xiangdong glanced at Zhao Li, and the brother and sister hurried to catch up.
Zhao Daming went down to the cellar and opened the secret door. Inside, there was only the unlocked empty box. His eyes went dark and he collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Wu shivered and felt around in the box with his hands. It was empty. The box that contained the things was gone. The hard work of several generations of his family was gone, gone, all gone!
Zhao Xiangdong looked at his grandfather and father, who looked like the sky had fallen. "Grandpa, Dad, what are we going to do?"
Zhao Wu pounded the box hard. "All our family fortunes are gone, all gone!"
Zhao Daming lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "It's over. We don't have money to buy a house. We have nothing left!"
Old Man Guan...you still have two official jobs at home, how can you say that everything is gone?
Zhao Xiangdong didn't even know there was such a secret compartment. "A lot of things?"
Zhao Daming closed his eyes and said, "It's not much, but it's enough for your next three generations to live a good life."
A picture suddenly flashed through Zhao Xiangdong's mind. "Grandpa, Dad, when I came back this morning, it was around three o'clock. I saw an old man, all wet, riding a bicycle with two baskets behind him. He passed by me. Now that I think about it, he must have been leaving from the direction of our village."
Zhao Wumeng turned around and asked, "Old man, how old are you? Where have you been?"
Zhao Xiangdong tried hard to recall, "He went to the city, he was very dirty, and I thought he was in his seventies?" He was not sure, and he didn't look carefully.
"Dad, it should be the old man who came the night before last!" Zhao Daming got up.
"Did you see the license plate clearly?" Zhao Wu asked hopefully.
Zhao Xiangdong shook his head and said, "I was in a hurry to come back to get the money, so I didn't look at it."
Zhao Daming pounded his chest hard, "Damn it, don't let me catch this old guy or I'll skin him alive!" It was all because of him, it was because of him that the wolf came into the room!
Zhao Wu closed his eyes and said, "Boss, could it be him?"
He robbed and stole so many things, but instead of running away, he set the house on fire. What a deep hatred.
Although Zhao Wu didn't say it explicitly, Zhao Daming understood what his father meant.
"No way, that man would have been only 60 years old if he were alive. He looked to be around 70 the day before yesterday," Zhao Daming answered uncertainly.
"People grow old when they encounter great changes, and nine out of ten times it's him!" Zhao Wu felt that it was him, it must be him.
"Then what should we do? Report the crime?" Zhao Daming asked. It was no longer the time, and it would be useless even if they reported the crime.
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