Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"I can't do this. I must rush out."

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao was about to faint from the thick smoke, but a belief in his heart supported him as he walked towards the gate.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He finally staggered to the gate and vaguely saw his family crying outside.

"rush!"

Zhao Wenhao didn't have time to think about it. He used all his strength and took a step towards the door that was already burning.

"Whoosh!"

This was a big step, but even so, the bedding was still ignited by the surrounding flames and started burning.

"Quick, throw away the bedding."

Zhao Wenjing grabbed the blanket and flung it far to the side, while Zhao Wenhao slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

The distance from inside to outside was less than ten meters, but he felt like he was going through a life-or-death ordeal. Especially the feeling of being unable to breathe, he really thought he would faint in the house and never see his family again.

"Wenhao, are you okay? Don't scare Mom. Woo woo woo..."

Seeing her son rush into the fire again, Wei Chunlan was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground and could no longer stand up. It was not until she saw Zhao Wenhao running out alive again that her trembling heart finally calmed down.

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm really fine." Zhao Wenhao patted Wei Chunlan's back comfortingly. It was only then that he remembered that someone seemed to be missing. He jumped up again in a hurry, "Where's Dad? Why can't I see him?"

"Your father went out for a walk last night and hasn't come back yet. I guess he went out to play cards again. It's a good thing he's not here." Wei Chunlan said with lingering fear.

"Damn, he really doesn't change his bad habits. It's only been a few days and he's already back to his old ways."

Zhao Wenhao was muttering to himself, but he didn't know that Zhao Aiguo was lying in the field in the backyard, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"Put out the fire, put out the fire quickly."

At this time, Zhao Wenjing was drawing water from the well, carrying a bucket and pouring it hard towards the fire.

Wei Chunlan was so worried about her son that she only just realized their home was about to be engulfed in flames. She hurriedly shouted and followed Zhao Wenjing to help.

Only seven or eight minutes had passed since Ma had set the house on fire. By then, the entire house was already ablaze, and it was impossible for them to put out the flames with just a few people.

Zhao Wenhao didn't move at all. He could already smell the smell of burning gasoline from the doorway. This meant that this was not an accidental incident, but a deliberate act of arson, or even murder.

The house burning down didn't matter, he had originally planned to rebuild it next spring. But now that it involved arson and murder, he had to take it seriously.

"What's going on? Chunlan, why is there a fire?"

Finally, some neighbors came over and started to help, and some people started to help call for more people to join in.

Including the village party secretary Zhao Yuanchao, everyone received the news and rushed over in a hurry.

"Secretary Yuanchao, the matter is not simple. Someone set the fire on purpose." Zhao Wenhao pulled Zhao Yuanchao aside and spoke to him softly.

Zhao Yuanchao's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Zhao Wenhao's arm. "Are you sure? This isn't just a random guess."

"It's the smell of gasoline. You should know it if you smell it carefully." Zhao Wenhao pulled Zhao Yuanchao closer to the kitchen.

Sure enough, when Zhao Yuanchao approached, a distinct smell of gasoline filled his nose.

"I immediately called the town police station and asked them to arrange for someone to come and investigate. This matter absolutely cannot be brushed aside like this."

Without waiting for Zhao Wenhao to say anything, Zhao Yuanchao hurried to the village committee. There was only one telephone in the entire Zhaojiayu area, and that was in the village committee.

"Someone come quickly, patriotism seems to be dead!"

Just when Zhao Wenhao was still wondering whether it was a suitable time to call Zhang Bingkun of the County Criminal Investigation Brigade, he suddenly heard someone running over from the backyard and shouting.

"What? Big Brother is dead?" Zhao Aimin, who was helping to put out the fire, heard this and grabbed Zhao Liujin by the collar, shouting, "Tell me again, what happened?"

"He was lying in the field behind, motionless, with a dagger stuck in his back."

Zhao Liujin quickly explained that he was the first to rush to the backyard to help put out the fire. He had no idea that as soon as he walked over, he would see someone lying in the field, his eyes closed, his head tilted, motionless.

He looked carefully and found that it was Zhao Aiguo.

"Patriotic, why are you so miserable?"

After hearing the visitor's explanation, Wei Chunlan could no longer stand and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Zhao Wenjing was always by her side, holding her up as she was about to fall. Otherwise, she might have been seriously injured.

In Wei Chunlan's mind, Zhao Aiguo was her destiny. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. Although this man was almost useless, he was still her husband and the father of her three children.

"Quick, take me to see it."

Zhao Wenhao was also shocked when he heard the news. He hadn't expected Zhao Aiguo to be like this. Although he disliked this person, he still felt a blood relationship with him, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

Led by the newcomer, everyone no longer cared about the fire and hurriedly walked around the house and ran towards the backyard.

Even Wei Chunlan, who was unable to walk, wailed as she walked towards the backyard with the support of Zhao Wenjing and Zhou Li.

"Look, it's over there." Zhao Liujin pointed to a place not far away, but did not dare to move forward.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, Zhao Aiguo was seen lying on the ground, motionless. A dagger was stuck in his back, near his shoulder blade.

"Brother! Brother!"

At this moment, Zhao Aimin no longer cared about his past resentment. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and he rushed forward and knelt beside Zhao Aiguo.

"Aiguo, you can't abandon us. If you leave, how will the four of us live?"

Wei Chunlan pushed Zhao Wenjing away, grabbed Zhao Aiguo's arm, and shook it vigorously, her crying even more sorrowful.

Not only them, but also the crowd that gathered around them couldn't help but boo and sigh. Even if Zhao Aiguo was usually unpopular, the dead were the greatest, especially when he died in such an untimely manner.

Zhao Wenhao frowned. The dagger had been inserted into the shoulder blade, which wasn't a fatal wound. Furthermore, there were no other wounds on the man's body, so how could he have died?

He stepped forward, knelt on one leg in the field, and felt Zhao Aiguo's pulse with his hand.

Damn, that’s a pretty powerful jump!

This is clearly just a fainting.

Zhao Liujin didn't dare to go forward to check at that time. Seeing that there was a dagger stuck in Zhao Aiguo's back and he was motionless, he thought he was dead, so such a big misunderstanding occurred.