C21 Death Prophecy

When I heard that the voice mentioned my second uncle and blamed it on him, my heart skipped a beat, and I stopped in the middle of the courtyard.

Through the voice, I could tell that the person who spoke was Mao Yuanshan, the brother of the village chief. That guy's son was the boy who drowned after I was born. He was the only son. After Mao Yuanshan's heart was broken, he almost jumped into the river. After he recovered, he had three children with his wife, but all of them were girls.

After my father died, there were rumors in the village that Mao Yuanshan hired someone to kill my father because he suspected that my second uncle's death was related to my second uncle. He also didn't dare to provoke him, so he killed my father to vent his anger.

I didn't know if the rumors were true or not, but I could tell that Mao Yuanshan didn't like me very much. Every time he looked at me, he was very unfriendly. It could even be said that he was eyeing me. When I was young, I was very afraid of him. Every time I saw him, I would have the feeling that he would suddenly rush up and grab me, raise me over his head, and throw me to the ground.

After I grew up, I heard about his son and my father's relationship. When I saw him again, I felt very complicated. There was fear, guilt, and hatred. The fear came from the psychological shadow that he had always left for me. The guilt came from the possibility that my son's death was related to me. The hatred came from the possibility that he might be the murderer of my father. That complicated feeling made me feel like I didn't know how to face him. In fact, when I saw him from afar, I would always walk away. I didn't want to meet him here today. He even suspected that my second uncle and Qingzhi's disappearance was related to me. This seemed to be a bad idea.

At this moment, I somewhat regretted rashly coming here with Mao Dazhi. The people in their family should not be irrational at this critical moment. Don't doubt my second uncle, and drag me into this as well.

After weighing the matter in my mind, I decided not to get involved in this matter for now. Let's wait for my second uncle to come back before we talk about it.

Thinking about this, I turned my head and wanted to walk back. However, Mao Dazhi shouted into the house, "Uncle, Jiang Huaili isn't home. I brought Jiang Changsheng here."

With his shout, the door opened. Mao Yuanshan stood at the door, and there were seven or eight people from the Mao family people looking at me. They looked at me as if I should leave or stay.

"Where did your second uncle go?" Mao Yuanshan was the first to ask me, and his tone was very cold.

"He went out for a long trip." I said. Then I added, "He has been gone for three days."

The reason why I emphasized that second uncle had been gone for three days was to tell everyone that Qingzhi's disappearance had nothing to do with my second uncle. Before she disappeared, my second uncle had already left.

However, when Mao Yuanshan heard my words, he snorted and said, "Who knows if he really left for a long trip or if he was just pretending to leave. Who knows if he was just creating the illusion that he left for a long trip. In reality, he was always in the village, waiting for an opportunity to take away Qingzhi."

Mao Yuanshan's words made me angry. He said, "You said that my second uncle took away Qingzhi, but do you have any evidence? If you don't have any evidence, don't slander me."

"The evidence is that when Jiang Huaili wasn't home, Qingzhi was fine. When he came back, Qingzhi went missing. The evidence is that in our village, only he knew those evil tricks. Other than him, no one could take Qingzhi out of the sealed house. The evidence is that he hung the sign of the Corpse Seeking Man, but there was no corpse to be found. Thus, he killed Qingzhi, hid the corpse, and finally found Qingzhi's corpse with the name of Corpse Seeking Man. Everyone believed him!"

Mao Yuanshan was furious when he saw his uncle's face. He said angrily, "What kind of evidence is this? According to what you said, you walked past the door of the widow's house and she was pregnant. That child is yours? Which eye of yours saw that my uncle was evil? Furthermore, if my uncle wanted to play a trick of murdering someone and finding the corpse, why didn't he kill the others but Mao Qingzhi? Mao Qingzhi was locked up in the house and watched by the guards. Wouldn't it be easier to kill others? Besides, the evidence was not made up by you. If you have the ability, take out the real evidence and sue my uncle in the police station!"

"You … You …"

Mao Yuanshan was furious when I scolded him. He pointed at me and said, "You …" for a long time, his face was red, but he didn't say anything.

"Alright, let's stop talking."

At this moment, a relatively calm voice sounded. Following that, a well-dressed person stood up and looked at me from head to toe.

I knew that person. He was the village chief's younger brother, Mao Qingshan. He rarely came home. It was said that he was the boss of a certain company with a net worth of more than a hundred million. I remember that when he came back last time, it was when his father died.

At this moment, I also began to seriously look at the people in the house. After looking at them, I realized that the four uncles of the village chief had all returned.

Our village chief is called Mao Dongshan. He has a biological younger brother, Mao Qingshan. His eldest uncle also has two older brothers, Mao Jinshan and Mao Yuanshan. Speaking of which, the four of them are legendary figures in the surrounding villages.

In the early years, they also lived like most of the villagers. They lived a life of digging in the dirt. However, when they were in their twenties, their family's situation underwent a tremendous change. In the words of the villagers, it was as if their ancestral graves were emitting smoke. Mao Qingshan went out to work, and for some reason, his family became rich. No one knew what Mao Jinshan did outside, but it was said that his wealth was even greater than Mao Qingshan's. Our village chief and Mao Yuanshan also have properties in the city, and there are even houses in the city. It is said that there are more than one house, and they are considered rich people. It's just that we don't know why the village chief and Mao Yuanshan didn't move to the city, but rather stayed in this palm-sized village.

The four brothers rarely gathered together, and Mao Qingshan would occasionally come back. I have never seen Mao Jinshan come back. The reason why I recognized him was that he and his brother, Mao Yuanshan, were twins. The two brothers looked almost the same. This time, the four of them were gathered together. Could it be because of Qingzhi's disappearance?

Mao Qingshan looked at me for a moment and said, "As far as I know, your second uncle left home for twenty years. He only came back a few days ago. You are not familiar with him, right?"

I frowned and looked at him, not knowing what he was trying to say.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Mao Qingshan continued, "Do you know your second uncle?"

When he asked this, I could tell that he was trying to say something. I frowned and said, "In all fairness, I don't know my second uncle well, but everything has to be reasonable. Even if he's a stranger, he can't add some charges to him without any evidence."

Mao Qingshan nodded and said, "You're right. Everything needs evidence. Once Qingzhi finds it, it will be revealed. Will you find her? Will you be able to find her?"

"Why do you think Qingzhi is dead? Isn't she only considered missing?" I looked around at the people of the Mao family and asked.

From the looks of it, most of them seemed to think that Qingzhi was already dead. There was something wrong with their mentality. Think about it, who would pray for their child to be safe and sound? Why did they think that Qingzhi was already dead before they even started to look for her? Could it be because there was blood on the room?

No, when I entered the room just now, I heard Qingzhi's mother say, "Just like what that mister said back then." In our family, we call fortune tellers 'shifu'. Could it be that there was a shifu who predicted Qingzhi's death?