Nine o 'clock the next morning, in a residential area in Zhaoyun Province's Feng Ping City.
"Yuan Juncheng passed away very suddenly. Sigh …" Yuan Juncheng's wife said to Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu with tears in her eyes. "That day was the Laba Festival. He was fine during the day. He ate a big bowl of Laba Congee at noon and some dumplings at night. But who knew that at night, he would suddenly pass away! "
"Auntie, where was Mr. Yuan when the accident happened?" Cui Lizhu asked.
"At home!" The old woman said. "It was around nine o 'clock at night. When I came back from dancing, I saw Yuan Juncheng lying on the ground. He was in a daze and there was white foam at the corner of his mouth. He looked very uncomfortable."
"I was scared and asked him what happened. He only said that his heart was hurting. Then, he held his chest and couldn't speak. His face was as white as a sheet! I quickly called the children and 120 … But … By the time they were sent to the hospital, it was already too late! "Speaking of the sad part, the old woman wiped her tears again.
"So," Zhao Yu asked, "when Mr. Yuan died, he was the only one at home?"
"Yes!" The old woman sighed angrily. "Sigh! It's all my fault! If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have danced! But … when I left, he was clearly fine! In the past, it was always like this. He did his work, and I danced … "
"That day was the Laba Festival!" Zhao Yu suddenly heard the problem. "It's winter in Feng Ping, and the temperature is below zero! You were still dancing? "
"Mm, not square dancing!" The old woman said. "It was the cultural center in the neighborhood. We had a few performances during the New Year and were busy rehearsing. It's all my fault. If I had come back earlier that day, maybe I wouldn't have … "
"That's not right, right?" Cui Lizhu suddenly realized something and asked, "Auntie, are you sure? Mr. Yuan said that his heart was hurting?"
"Yes! What's wrong? "the old woman asked.
"Then …" Cui Lizhu's meaning was obvious. If Yuan Juncheng could still speak, why didn't he call his wife when his heart was hurting? There was obviously a big problem here.
However, just as Cui Lizhu was about to say something, Zhao Yu quickly changed the topic and asked the old man, "Old man, what did the doctors say when we arrived at the hospital?"
"Hmm … It was a kind of acute heart disease. I can't remember the terms like cardiac arrest!" The old man shook his head. His face was still full of remorse.
"Then … does Mr. Yuan have a history of heart disease?" Zhao Yu asked.
"No!" The old man answered straightforwardly, "Old Yuan is only 67 this year. Other than his high blood pressure, he's in good health! He pays more attention to his health and exercises. If he had a heart attack before, we would have paid attention to it! That time, I really wasn't prepared at all! "
Hmm …
Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu and understood why he had changed the topic. Although they were here to inquire about the case, there were still many things that needed to be kept secret as much as possible.
"Auntie," Cui Lizhu thought for a while and asked, "What does Teacher Yuan usually do? Did you have any important work to do on the day of your illness? "
"Well, I think so!" The old man answered uncertainly, "Although Old Yuan retired, his work didn't decrease. Instead, it increased. He did training here, giving speeches there, and he was always busy. Sometimes, whenever there was an unearthed cultural relic, he would be called over! Also, the museum would look for him every now and then. Year after year, he was never idle. He was even busier than working! On the day of the accident, he was busy with something, but it wasn't much different from usual! "
"Oh …" Cui Lizhu looked at Zhao Yu again. After getting Zhao Yu's approval, she took out the photos of the other four people and showed them to the old man. "Auntie, take a closer look. Have you seen these four people in the photos before? Do they know Teacher Yuan? "
"Oh?" The old man quickly put on her reading glasses and looked at the photos carefully. She then shook her head and said, "No … I've never seen them before. Who are these people?"
"Nothing, I'm just asking … Hmm …" Cui Lizhu thought for a while, then asked the old man, "Auntie, do you know what Teacher Yuan is researching?"
"What else could he be researching? It's all cultural relics! "The old man answered." He's been researching cultural relics all his life. What else could he be researching? "
"Then …"
Cui Lizhu wanted to ask more about the treasure, but she didn't know how to start.
"Auntie," Zhao Yu was experienced, so he immediately asked with a smile, "Which unit did you retire from?"
"I … I'm from the cultural center!" The old man answered.
"Oh … No wonder you look so elegant!" Zhao Yu complimented. "Are you a dancer?"
"What are you talking about?" The old man immediately smiled. "I'm just a dancer. What kind of artist is that?"
The old man's smile suddenly eased the tense atmosphere.
"Old lady, one is involved in culture, and the other is involved in cultural relics!" Zhao Yu asked again, "Do you know what Teacher Yuan is usually busy with?"
"Cough! How would I know? "The old man waved his hand and said," Although we are married, I don't know anything about cultural relics! "
"Oh … If that's the case …" Zhao Yu said, "Can we take a look at Teacher Yuan's workshop?"
"Look at what you're saying. Of course we can!" The old man quickly opened a room on the Yang side and led Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu into the room. "Feel free to look around! After Teacher Yuan passed away, I simply cleaned up. I haven't calmed down yet, so I haven't thought about what to do with it! "
"Wow …" As soon as Cui Lizhu entered, she was attracted by the yellow rosewood furniture on the left side of the study. She saw that the furniture was filled with antiques and cultural relics.
"These …" Cui Lizhu walked closer and looked carefully. She wanted to say something, but she didn't.
"Oh …" The old man quickly introduced, "These are Teacher Yuan's collection. But … He was a director, after all. Sometimes, in order to avoid suspicion, he donated some of the more precious cultural relics to the museum! The things that are displayed here are not very valuable! "
"Then …" Zhao Yu creased his eyebrows and asked the old man, "After Teacher Yuan passed away, did anything go missing here?"
"Huh? No? "The old man was puzzled." The children checked everything. Nothing was missing! "
"What about notebooks or documents?" Zhao Yu pointed at the office table on the right side.
"This … I'm not sure. I haven't cleaned up properly!" The old man was getting more and more confused.
Oh …
Zhao Yu nodded, then immediately checked Yuan Juncheng's office table with Cui Lizhu. They also took pictures of some of the documents. However, after searching for a while, they did not find anything related to the treasure.
After checking, Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu were almost done with the questioning.
"Old lady!" Zhao Yu took out a pen and paper and asked, "We still have some work-related matters that we would like to know! So, could you please provide us with a list of people who knew about Teacher Yuan's work? "
"Okay, no problem!" The old man cooperated and wrote down a few names. They were all close friends and colleagues of Yuan Juncheng when he was alive.
After he finished writing, Zhao Yu left a business card for the old man, telling her to call him if there was anything special. After that, the two of them left the Yuan house.
Just as they left, Cui Lizhu pulled Zhao Yu's clothes and said, "Boss, there's something wrong with Yuan Juncheng! Those are all precious items! "
"Huh? What? "Zhao Yu was stunned.
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