Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Others started talking one after another: "Old carpenter, please don't tell us. You can't tell anyone about those things. It's so unlucky. Go away, young man. We won't tell you."

Wang Hao nodded in understanding, opened his bag and started taking out money, slapping the big red bills on the table until a hoarse voice sounded.

The old carpenter said with a complicated expression: "Young man, why are you asking about Shangxi Village? What are the policies from above? When will our village be built into a tourist village?"

"That's about right. We're here for an inspection. If everything goes well, it should start soon."

Upon hearing this, the four chess players were immediately enraged: "Great, you're here to develop it! This is our homeland. We won't develop it even if it's haunted. Get out of here!"

Wang Hao staggered after being pushed. He didn't understand what they meant. Development is a good thing. Why did they change their attitude so suddenly?

Soon the young man came over. When he knew that he was here for an inspection, his eyes lit up instantly and his tone was very enthusiastic: "Come on, buddy, let's talk somewhere else."

A voice came from behind: "If you dare to talk nonsense, we will break your legs."

Xi Ershun sneered, "Tsk, you think I'm a second-rate person and I'm afraid of you? I'm not like you old pedants. Besides, I have the final say on whether the land in my hometown should be sold or not."

"I'm selling my house. If you don't want to sell it, you don't have to. Everyone in my family has died, and the economy is bad outside. I don't have a job, so I'm not going to starve to death."

After hearing this, they fell silent. It was indeed difficult to find a job outside. This scoundrel had lost all his family members, leaving him an orphan.

Seeing that they had quieted down, Xi Ershun pulled Wang Hao to a corner, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Wang Hao's eyes flashed with vigilance. He didn't smoke the cigarettes outside. Who knows if they were drugged? He waved his hand politely and said, "Don't be polite, brother. I don't smoke."

"Well, you look like a college student. It's normal that you don't smoke. I'm from Shangxi Village. If you have any questions, just ask."

"But give me some of this..."

He rubbed his fingers together, and it was obvious that he wanted money.

Wang Hao nodded and said, "I want to ask what happened in Shangxi Village ten years ago. The more detailed the better. Also, where did the surviving villagers go?"

Xi Ershun took a deep puff of cigarette and choked without noticing. He couldn't help coughing and coughed until tears came out.

He carried a suppressed sadness.

"Ten years ago, when I was only ten years old, our village was backed by mountains and had spring water. It was a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. It's a pity that everything was destroyed by a fire."

Xi Ershun wiped his eyes and whispered, "Fifteen years ago, the village was very poor. Later, the village chief led us to plant fruit trees, and in five years our village became prosperous."

"The incident happened ten years ago. On New Year's Eve, the village chief's house caught fire. When we arrived, all five members of his family were burned to death. Only one adopted son survived."

Ok?

When Wang Hao heard this, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, brother, you said several members of the village chief's family died, and what about the adopted son? How old was the adopted son ten years ago?"

Xi Ershun told the whole story: "The village head and his wife, their son and daughter-in-law, and their five-year-old grandson. The adopted son was eight years old at the time."

"Are you suspicious of my adopted son? No, Xi Chengcai was my childhood playmate. He's kind and warm-hearted, smiling at everyone, and he's never done anything bad."

Wang Hao's heart was pounding when he heard this. He always felt that there was something wrong with his adopted son. As the saying goes, a dog that bites never barks.

"Brother, keep talking. I'm listening."

In less than ten minutes, Wang Hao understood everything. He gave the other party a thousand yuan, hurried to the noodle shop, and pulled Su Chen out.

He simply recounted the incident with a serious expression, "Brother, based on my years of experience reading suspense novels, that fire must be something serious, and that adopted son is also very strange."

Su Chen said nothing and changed the subject: "Then do you know where that adopted son is now?"