Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 931 - 276: [Tragedy] (6100)_2

"So... in truth, you suspect that this sinister affair is somehow linked to Li Guohua, right?"

The boss quickly waved his hand: "Hey! You young people are just guessing, I didn’t say that."

Chen Yan laughed heartily: "Boss, don’t be nervous, I was just casually mentioning it. Let’s continue chatting, keep chatting."

Then, Chen Yan offered the boss a cigarette and chatted with him, listened to the boss discuss some trivial matters and situations between the two families.

It was just casual chatting, and they talked for more than half an hour.

Finally, Chen Yan finished the last sips of cola and smiled: "Thank you, boss, what you said was very interesting."

Seeing Chen Yan about to leave, the boss chased after him and shouted: "Hey! Young man, when you’re making those short videos, remember to mention my shop name!"

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At the west corner of Yang Er Village, two village houses stood side by side. But the disparity in wealth was obvious at a glance.

The house on the left, a two-story building, had peeling walls, cracked bricks and tiles, with many roof tiles already fallen off. The cement ground in front of the house was filled with cracks, and in several places, it had broken, exposing the shattered stones beneath.

Whereas the house on the right, a three-story structure, had bright and attractive ceramic tiles on its walls, and even Roman columns—never mind whether they looked out of place, they clearly were expensive.

The upper floor had a balcony, and there was a water heater on the roof.

These two Western-style homes stood adjacent, separated by about seven or eight meters.

But oddly, the wall between them was almost pressing against the dilapidated house on the left, nearly touching it, and even blocked half of the side windows on the ground floor of the left house.

This wall was obviously built by the wealthy family on the right, because it was beautifully constructed, with a solid foundation and sculpted barrier on top, also covered with ceramic tiles.

Clearly, the poor household on the left suffered, as the wall almost covered their window, reducing a lot of natural light.

But Chen Yan noticed that the wall between the two houses was already partly broken.

There was a hole less than half a meter wide, with broken bricks and stones on the ground, and a big hammer lying nearby.

Evidently, after the household of the wealthy family faced a tragic event, almost wiping out the entire line, the bullied neighbor Li Guohua already started smashing the wall.

Chen Yan circled behind the houses to find a field. In the field, a small patch of tobacco leaves looked wilted, while others were completely dead, lying scattered around.

Chen Yan noticed that there used to be a chicken coop in the yard on the wealthy side, but now it was empty, with nothing left.

Seals were placed on the front and back doors, the writing on them indicating they were from the local police department.

But this couldn’t stop Chen Yan, who looked around to see no one, sprang onto the roof, directly jumped onto the second-floor balcony, and opened a window to slip inside.

The room inside seemed very new, with a whole set of brand-new furniture, and the large bed was covered with new bedding and linens. The snow-white walls even had decorative patterns, with a large wedding photo hanging prominently above the bed.

Upon seeing it, Chen Yan immediately realized this was likely the "wedding room" of the second son.

The house was originally built for the second son’s marriage. This new wedding room was probably set up but never used.

On the floor, Chen Yan could still see streaks of black footprints, which upon closer inspection were dried bloodstains!

Yes, it was reported that after the father in this house killed his son, he wandered all over the place, leaving bloodied footprints everywhere upstairs and downstairs.

The air inside the room was eerie and damp, with a suffocating smell.

Chen Yan wasn’t afraid of these; he had seen plenty of bloody and grim scenes, calmly looked around the room.

In the wedding photo on the wall, the man was the murdered second son of the family, a stout and solid-looking young man with a scar on his brow—during a chat with the village shop owner earlier, Chen Yan recalled the owner mentioning that the second son of this family was a troublemaker, who liked to fight and compete since childhood.

But it was also said that ever since the family started growing tobacco leaves, he ceased his mischief and honestly worked hard with the family to earn money, with the vibe of a reformed rascal.

And the woman partially visible alongside the man in the photo was a young lady.

She had a round face, looked rather pretty—but hard to say for sure, since wedding photos tend to be heavily photoshopped, often to the point where even one’s mother wouldn’t recognize them.

In the picture, both were wearing happy and blissful expressions.

This new room seemed thoughtfully furnished, notably better than typical rural houses, even equipped with a separate bathroom.

Inside, there was a washing machine, a flush toilet, and even dry-wet separation was achieved.

The owner’s focus on the son’s marriage was evident; they spent a significant amount on home renovation.

Chen Yan sighed, turned, and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, presumably, was the crime scene.

The middle room was quite large, the main living room in rural houses was often bigger than apartments in the city in terms of height and space.