After a twenty-minute drive, Passat slowly drove into a poplar forest less than a kilometer from the county seat.

On a midsummer morning, the sun is shining, and the branches of the trees are swaying in the wind, making a sound of swaying.

Fan Yingjian walked along the path in the forest and walked in front.

Lin Zongming held flowers in his hand, and Zuo Yugui followed.

His expression was solemn, because he knew that in the vicinity of Fang Yuan, there was a soul that had been buried underground for fifty years.

As he went deeper and deeper, Fan Yingjian slowed down, groping and examining the trunk from time to time, as if looking for a mark.

Suddenly, he stopped and stared a few meters away in front of him.

Lin Zongming stepped up and stared closely at where Fan Yingjian was looking.

"Look." Fan Yingjian pointed to the front a few meters away, and said with a sigh: "It's here, it should be here." ”

This area was overgrown with weeds, and there was not a single grave bag in sight, Lin Zongming couldn't help but have some doubts.

Fan Yingjian further explained that he had carved marks into nearby trees.

Five slashes were made on the fifth tree at the front, and so on, and under the tree with the last scar was the place where Meng Li's remains were buried.

Moreover, this weed is more dense than the surrounding area, which is significantly taller. Description: The remains of the person provide fertilizer and help weeds grow.

"That's right." Lin Zongming walked a few steps and was suddenly stunned.

exclaimed: "Mr. Fan, look here." ”

Fan Yingjian looked in the direction Lin Zongming pointed, and there were three burnt incense sticks on the ground, as well as a bouquet of flowers.

But the flowers are dilapidated, and it should be some days.

It can be concluded that there were people who paid homage before.

Who could it be?

Lin Zongming and Fan Yingjian looked at each other, both full of doubts.

Especially Fan Yingjian.

Back then, he knew this burial site, except for him, only his master.

It's just that the master has passed away for a long time, and all the descendants have moved to live in other places.

Regardless of that, let's determine where to bury people.

Lin Zongming put the flowers in his hand next to the three incense sticks, and bowed deeply three times to the tree facing him.

Fan Yingjian and Zuo Yugui both made the same move.

"Mr. Fan, thank you for your deep understanding of righteousness, Meng Li's family will arrive immediately, please wait for them."

"It doesn't matter, being able to hand her over to her relatives is also a fulfillment of my wish." Fan Yingjian sighed loudly.

On the way here, Lin Zongming reported the news to Wu Jinchuan.

An Zhengxuan and An Pingrao originally planned to leave Wanlin Township today, but when they heard Wu Jinchuan tell them that there was news about Meng Li's remains, they were shocked!

They haven't found it for decades, but Lin Zongming only found it in one night, and he was skeptical and thought it was impossible.

Suspicion is suspicion, the two of them are in an urgent mood, accompanied by Wu Jinchuan, and hurriedly drive dozens of miles to the poplar forest.

Zuo Yugui answered, and a group of several people quickly appeared.

"Meng Li is buried in this place?" An Zhengxuan's eyes were cloudy, trembling and trembling, his hands trembling and stroking the weeds, and suddenly, he knelt down on his knees, and tears fell uncontrollably.

An Pingrao supported his father and knelt down with him, looking solemn and solemn.

"Meng Li, I, I'm sorry for you......"

As An Zhengxuan cried bitterly and kowtowed vigorously one after another, everyone present was in an extremely heavy mood.

No one dissuaded him, everyone knew that An Zhengxuan wanted to completely explode the guilt of decades at this moment.

If you want him to hold it, you have to hold it back.

In this way, An Zhengxuan cried and cried, and apologized to Meng Li over and over again.

At the beginning, An Zhengxuan fled with his son in his arms, leaving his beloved woman alone, facing inhuman torture and persecution, and finally died unjustly.

He thinks that he is an irresponsible man, a coward who has no responsibility.

In the past fifty years, An Zhengxuan has always thought of Meng Li's voice and smile, in addition to being sad, he is deeply remorseful.

After about an hour, An Zhengxuan's mood calmed down.

An Pingrao helped him up, took heavy steps, and slowly walked in front of Lin Zongming.

At this time, Lin Zongming introduced Fan Yingjian to him, and told that it was Fan Yingjian who found out that Meng Li had died unjustly, and temporarily decided to bury her secretly.

"You are the forensic doctor who performed the autopsy on Meng Li back then?"

An Zhengxuan held Fan Yingjian's right hand tightly with both hands, and his expression was full of surprise and gratitude.

"I think that your lover died a strange death, and it is irresponsible to her to be cremated and sprinkled with ashes, and it is also an insult to my moral code as a forensic doctor."

"Great, that's great, thank you." An Zhengxuan burst into tears, took the tissue handed by his son, and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Huh!" An Zhengxuan suddenly stopped moving, stared at Fan Yingjian, and asked suspiciously: "What did you mean when you mentioned that the child's mother died strangely?" ”

"Alas!" Fan Yingjian sighed and talked about his discoveries back then.

"What!" An Zhengxuan was so shocked that he took a few steps back, if it weren't for An Pingrao's support, I am afraid he would have fallen.

"Forensic Doctor Fan, you said that my mother was ...... before her death Bullied? An Pingrao's eyes widened and looked at Fan Yingjian in a daze.

"I'm afraid so." Fan Yingjian said that he had evidence back then, but it had been a long time, and he was afraid that the evidence had become invalid.

"Where?" An Zhengxuan asked eagerly.

Fan Yingjian said truthfully: "It's hidden in my house, and I'll show it to you when I turn around." ”

"Okay, be sure to show me ......"

An Zhengxuan gritted his teeth and said, "Huang Yingshan...... I remember him, he has long thought about Meng Li, and he has tried to plot against her many times, but I have stopped him. Unexpectedly, when Meng Li was lonely and helpless, this brute took advantage of the danger of others, and I didn't share the sky with him! ”

"Dad, don't get excited, watch out for your heart ......" An Pingrao was also indignant, but considering his father's body, he didn't forget to advise.

An Zhengxuan took a few deep breaths and waved his hand, "If I didn't see Huang Yingshan, a bastard, go to hell with my own eyes, I wouldn't swallow this breath." ”

Wu Jinchuan on the side also persuaded him, and said: "Huang Yingshan opened Yingshan Company in Guangming County, he is 80 years old this year, and he has long retired to the background, handed over the company to his son Huang Wanning to take care of, and concentrate on living at home. ”

"Humph!" An Zhengxuan snorted coldly, "Good people don't live long, bad people live for a thousand years." This beast can still live to this day, God really doesn't have long eyes. ”

Turning around, he ordered An Pingrao: "You hurry up and arrange, we will dig up your mother's bones today, re-bury them, and transport them back to Chucheng for burial as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

An Pingrao was about to call Liu Ming, but Wu Jinchuan said: "I have already arranged for the township to find you a good person, Mr. An, Mr. An, leave this matter to us to do, what do you two think?" ”

"It's too much trouble."

Although the father and son of the An family are not short of money, they have no relatives in Guangming County and live a sparse life. There are ready-made ones, and they don't have to do them, so they readily agreed.

While waiting, An Zhengxuan slowly walked up to Lin Zongming and shook hands with him again.

I didn't say anything, but I didn't say anything.