Chapter 1017 It’s Not Too Much to Ask for Help (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Falled to death?"

Tumen Yasuhui suddenly stopped and looked at the village chief with a shocked expression:

"What the hell is going on?"

"Oh, let's go home first and then talk about it."

The village chief shook his head, as if he didn't want to mention this matter in public.

After a while, Sakaki and others, led by the village chief, arrived in front of a tall wooden house located in the north of the village.

The wooden house looks to be quite old. It is a relatively classic old-fashioned house. The exterior wall is painted with brand new white paint. It must have been renovated recently.

Wow

Opening the door, everyone followed the camera into the house. A faint smell of decayed wood floated in the air. The furniture was all handmade from wood. There was also a hand-cranked landline phone on the cabinet in the entrance, which seemed to still be working.

"Old woman! Kang Hui is back!"

While slipping on her shoes, the village chief shouted into the house, and soon an old woman wearing a loose overskirt came out of the back room. When she saw Tumen Yasuhui, her eyes lit up and she hurried forward:

"Is it really Kang Hui?"

"Auntie, I'm back."

Tumen Yasuhui smiled and said:

"You are still the same as you were 20 years ago, you haven't changed."

"I'll make you tea!"

Seeing the camera, the old woman realized that Yasuhiro Domon was still working, and she did not dare to talk to him too much, so she quickly invited everyone to the house for tea.

Sitting on the futon, Tumen Yasuhui organized his language and asked:

"Uncle Hirai, what happened to Qing?"

The village chief who brought the senbei tea snacks put the wooden tray on the table and sat cross-legged on the opposite side, his stooped figure bent a little more:

"Well, three years ago, in order to promote the economy, the town built a hunting ground on the mountain behind. People come to hunt every year. Ah Qing became familiar with the terrain and became the game manager."

"Last winter there was a typhoon and heavy rains, which washed away a piece of the mountain in the north. The hibernating bears were frightened and ran out. After the rain stopped, the town organized a team to drive the bears back, otherwise they would be allowed to run away. I'm afraid something bad will happen on the road."

Having said this, the village chief took out a cloth bag with tobacco and rolling paper from his pocket, rolled a cigarette by hand, took out a lighter and lit it, took a long puff before continuing:

"As a game ranger, Ah Qing was responsible for leading the team into the mountains. They went out early in the morning and looked for traces of black bears based on the footprints and feces on the ground. It was not until evening that it started raining again, and the team could not find the bears. , prepared to retreat first and wait for the rain to stop before entering the mountain, but when they were retreating, they happened to bump into a bear looking for food. "

"There are more than a dozen people in the team, all with guns in their hands. They are definitely not afraid of fear, but they can't be too careless. Ah Qing and the others thought that if they waited until tomorrow, they would not know where the bear would go, so they decided to take it to Rush in the mountains.”

"It went well at first. The bear took the initiative to walk into the mountain, and Ah Qing and the others were hanging far behind. But suddenly there was an earthquake, and another landslide occurred on the mountain. The black bear was frightened and rushed towards Ah Qing and the others. In a panic, , the team was scattered, and Ah Qing disappeared. After the team drove away the bear, they immediately started looking for him. It was not until morning that they found his hat on the edge of the cliff. Ah Qing slipped and fell to his death. "

The village chief was smoking a cigarette, his expression indescribably sad, like a scar that had not healed yet opened again, and he was in agony.

“So that’s how it is”

Tumen Yasuhui bowed his head in silence, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said:

"Uncle Hirai, I brought a lot of things with me this time. Please arrange for someone to pick them up. It's on the truck at the entrance of the village."

"Okay, you must be tired after driving for such a long time. Take a good rest and I'll make some food for you tonight!"

After no longer recalling the past, the village chief quickly cheered up. For him, Tumon Yasuhui was just like his own son, and what was the use of having a sad face?

People still have to look forward.

After getting up and leaving the house, the village chief greeted the three middle-aged men he had brought with him and went to move things.

Reporters definitely couldn't miss such an important scene, and soon only Domon Yasuki, Sakaki Makoto and a few bodyguards were left in the room.

"You guys should go and help too."

Tumen Yasuhui looked at the bodyguards standing at the door:

"Go quickly."

The bodyguards looked at each other, responded, and turned around to go out.

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto."

After everyone left, Tumen Yasuhui suddenly said:

"I want to entrust you to investigate the cause of A Qing's death."

"Um"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Sakaki Cheng leaned against the door frame, observing the movement in the corridor, and asked:

"Do you doubt that Ah Qing's death was not an accident?"

"It can't be an accident!"

With a 'bang' sound, Tumen Yasuhui punched the table hard, his face was extremely ugly, and he almost lost control of his emotions:

"Twenty years ago, when I was traveling in Okutama Town, I accidentally got injured and lost my way in the mountains. My leg broke again. Uncle Hirai and Aqing who went hunting in the mountains saved me. Qing was only a teenager at that time, and he already broke his leg. If you can memorize all the routes into the mountains, the mountains are no different from home! Would you get lost in your own home?”

"As for the cliff they were talking about, if nothing else, it was the place where I fell. Ah Qing often ran around there to collect herbs and lost his footing and fell to death? He even knew how many weeds there were!"

Tumen Yasuhui's eyes were red, his nose expanded outwards, and his fists were clenched tightly, like a furious lion:

"You can ask for as much money as you like, but I must find the murderer who killed Ah Qing!"

“Money can’t buy back lost lives, but it can buy the truth.”

Sakaki Makoto exhaled a puff of smoke and extinguished the cigarette:

"Okay, I'll take this commission."

".Thank you."

"There's one more thing I want to remind you of. This village is a little weird, especially the three people around the village chief."

"You mean Takao, Ryuji, and Yukio?"

His eyes widened slightly, and Domon Yasuki was surprised:

"They are the sons of Uncle Hirai and the brothers of Qing! What's the problem?"

"It's not clear yet."

Sakaki Makoto shook his head and said:

"But my intuition tells me that this village should be hiding a deep secret. Boss, didn't you feel it when you came here?"

Hearing this, Domon Yasuki recalled carefully, but he really couldn't remember anything ancient. Weird things:

"I accidentally fell off the mountain and rested in the village for a month. The villagers were very friendly to me and there were no secrets."

"Then the problem is likely to happen within 20 years of your departure."

Sakaki Makoto looked up at the quiet green hills outside the window:

"Okutama Town was prosperous and full of hope back then, but now it is desolate and deserted, with few people. People's hearts will change, and 20 years is enough to change an era. Are we going back to Tokyo today?"

"No."

Tsuchi Yasuki said:

"Find out the truth before going back, of course the sooner the better."

"Oh"

With a turn of his eyes, Sakaki Makoto took out his mobile phone and said with a smile:

"In that case, I have to ask for some help."