At 9 a.m. the next day, in a residential area in Fengping City, Zhaoyun Province.

"Lao Yuan did leave very suddenly, alas, ......" Yuan Juncheng's wife said to Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu with tears in her eyes, "It happened to be Laba that day, and the people were fine during the day, and they ate such a big bowl of Laba porridge at noon and some dumplings at night." But who knows, at night, people suddenly can't do it!"

"Auntie, where was the person when Teacher Yuan had an accident?" asked Cui Lizhu.

"It's at home!" said the old man, "it was about nine o'clock in the evening, and when I came back from dancing, I saw Lao Yuan lying on the ground, and he was dazed, foaming at the corners of his mouth, and he looked very uncomfortable."

I was frightened and asked him what was wrong, and he only said that his heart was uncomfortable, and then he covered his heart and couldn't speak, and his face became like a blank piece of paper! I quickly called the children, and called 120...... But...... By the time he was sent to the hospital for rescue, it was already too late!"

"In other words," Zhao Yu asked, "when Teacher Yuan had an accident, he was the only one in the family?"

"Yes!" said the old man with a sad sigh, "Alas, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have danced if I had known this......! When I left, he didn't have anything! It used to be like this, he did his job, I danced my ......."

"It was Laba that day!" Zhao Yu suddenly heard the question, "Fengping's cold winter and Layue are all below zero! You still dance?"

"Well, it's not a square dance!" said the old man, "It's the cultural center of the community, we have several performances during the Chinese New Year, and we are rehearsing at that time! It's all my fault, if I can come back a little earlier that day, maybe I won't be ......."

"No...... Isn't it?" Cui Lizhu suddenly realized something, and hurriedly asked, "Auntie, are you sure that Teacher Yuan said that he was uncomfortable at that time?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" the old man wondered.

"Then ......" Cui Lizhu's meaning couldn't be more obvious, since Yuan Juncheng can still speak, why don't he call his wife when his heart is uncomfortable?

However, Cui Lizhu just wanted to open her mouth to provoke, but Zhao Yu quickly pulled away from the conversation and asked the old man: "Old man, what did the doctors say after arriving at the hospital?"

"Hmm...... I can't remember the term "acute heart disease," the old man said, his face still full of remorse.

"That'...... Has Mr. Yuan ever had a history of heart disease before?" Zhao Yu asked again.

"No!" the old man replied dryly, "Lao Yuan is only 67 this year, except for his blood pressure is a little high, his health is good on weekdays! He still pays more attention to health preservation and exercise, if he had had a heart attack before, we would have paid attention to it a long time ago! That time, he was really not prepared at all!"

Well......

Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu, and then understood why Zhao Yu opened the topic. Although they came to inquire about the case, there were many things that needed to be kept as secret as possible.

"Auntie," Cui Lizhu thought for a moment and asked, "What is Teacher Yuan busy with on weekdays?

"Well, it should be!?" the old man replied uncertainly, "Although Lao Yuan is retired, his business affairs have increased instead of decreasing. Sometimes, once there are unearthed cultural relics, they have to call him to go! Also, the museum is also looking for him every now and then, and every year after year, he is almost not idle for a day, and he is busier than going to work! On the day of the accident, he was also busy with something, but it was not much the same as usual!

"Oh......" Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu again, and after getting Zhao Yu's consent, 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 photo?

"Oh?" the old man hurriedly put on his reading glasses, looked at the photo carefully, and then shook his head, "No...... I've never seen it, who are these people?"

"It's okay, just ask, um......" Cui Lizhu pondered for a moment, and then asked the old man, "Auntie, what ...... Do you usually know what Mr. Yuan is studying?"

"What else can you study? It's all cultural relics!" replied the old man, "he has been working on cultural relics all his life, what else can he have?"

"That ......"

Cui Lizhu still wanted to ask something about the treasure, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to ask.

"Auntie," Zhao Yu was still experienced, and immediately asked with a smile, "What unit did you retire?"

"I, I'm from the Cultural Center!" replied the old man.

"Oh...... No wonder, you are so temperamental!" Zhao Yu complimented, "Are you a dance artist?"

"Look at what you said," the old man smiled at once, "it's just a dancer, what an artist!"

The old man's smile immediately eased the tension at the scene.

"Old man, one is engaged in culture, and the other is engaged in cultural relics!" Zhao Yu asked again, "Do you know all the things that Teacher Yuan is usually busy with?"

"Ahem, where do I know!" the old man waved his hand and said, "Don't look at the two of them, but I don't know anything about cultural relics!"

"Oh...... In that case...... "Zhao Yu said, "Then can we take the liberty of taking a look at Mr. Yuan's workshop?"

"Look at what you say, of course you can!" The old man hurriedly opened a room on the sunny side and introduced Zhao Yu and the others into the room, "You can watch it casually! After Lao Yuan died, I simply cleaned up, and now my mood has not calmed down, I haven't thought about it yet, how to deal with it in the end!"

As soon as "Wow......" entered, Cui Lizhu was attracted by the Huanghuali furniture on the left side of the study, but saw that the furniture was full of antique cultural relics.

"These ......" Cui Lizhu walked closer, watched carefully, wanted to say something, but did not say it.

"Oh......" the old man hurriedly introduced, "These are all old Yuan's collections before his death, but ...... After all, he was a former dean, and sometimes in order to avoid suspicion, he donated all the more precious cultural relics to the museum!

"Then ......" Zhao Yu frowned and asked the old man, "After Teacher Yuan died, nothing was lost here, right?"

"Well, no?" the old man wondered, "the children have counted all the same!"

"What about notebooks or documents or something?" Zhao Yu pointed to the desk on his right.

"This ...... I don't know, I haven't cleaned it up yet!" the old man became more and more suspicious.

Oh......

Zhao Yu nodded, and immediately checked Yuan Juncheng's desk with Cui Lizhu, and took pictures of some documents. However, they did not find anything related to the treasure.

After the inspection was completed, it was almost time for Zhao Yu and the others to end their questioning.

"Old man!" Zhao Yu took out a pen and paper and asked, "What about us, there are still some work things we want to know!" So, can you help us provide us with people who know about Teacher Yuan's work?"

"Okay, no problem!" The old man wrote down a few names very cooperatively, all of whom were friends and colleagues who had close contact with Yuan Juncheng before his death.

After writing, Zhao Yu also left a business card for the old man, telling her that if she had anything special, she could call herself, and after all the explanations were completed, the two left the Yuan family.

Who knows, as soon as she went out, Cui Lizhu impatiently pulled Zhao Yu's clothes and said, "Boss, Yuan Juncheng has a problem!

"Huh, what?" Zhao Yu was slightly stunned.

"Let's not talk about the porcelain on the furniture, just talk about the Huanghuali furniture, do you see how many grimaces there are on it?" Cui Lizhu said solemnly, "Avocado single board, royal model, give a market price, at least 2 million up!