In the photo, Aunt Yu and her husband were standing side by side when they were young. She had a smile on her face and her young son in her arms, while her husband had a serious face and no expression.
Because my son's face was in the upper right corner, his face was completely blurred, and he could only faintly see his cheerful mouth.
Judging by his height, you can probably guess that he is around seven or eight years old.
Ji Yuting tapped his fingertips to enlarge the picture and examine it carefully.
"Can you find out when Aunt Yu's son died and why?"
Shi Nian shook his head, "Because they live in the mountains, this son didn't even register."
How is it possible to find death information if you don't even have a household registration?
Ji Yuting's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, feeling vaguely that there was something fishy going on inside, "Have you found her son's grave on the mountain?"
Shi Nian shook his head again, "Cemeteries on rural mountains usually don't have names. I really haven't found one. I'm afraid I can only find out if I ask Aunt Yu."
Ji Yuting stopped talking and silently flipped through the photos.
A few minutes later, the police officer who had been guarding the door of the hotel room came downstairs and said, "Master Yu, that Aunt Yu can't stay any longer and insists on leaving, shouting that she wants to go home..."
At first they could comfort her, but now the aunt became more and more agitated and looked like she was going to hit someone. They were afraid that she would cause trouble, so the police had to come and report to Ji Yuting.
Ji Yuting narrowed his eyes, turned off the tablet and handed it to Shi Nian, then got up and walked to the hotel elevator.
The police officer took him there immediately.
As soon as I went upstairs and walked on the corridor, I could hear Aunt Yu's high-pitched voice shouting something in mountain dialect.
Although I couldn't quite understand it, the cursing and cursing attitude clearly meant he was talking dirty.
Forced to stay here all afternoon, Aunt Yu was about to collapse. Her previous gentle image could not be maintained, and she only thought about how to get out of here.
Ji Yuting put one hand in his pocket and walked over slowly.
As soon as Aunt Yu saw him, she immediately became quiet, turned around and entered the room angrily, and sat back on the bedside of the hotel.
Ji Yuting winked at the two police officers and closed the door behind his back.
A man entered the room.
He brought a soft chair from the window, placed it directly opposite Aunt Yu, and sat down slowly.
Subconsciously I took out my pocket, touched the cigarette case, and felt lonely.
He retracted his hand, caressed the texture of the watch with a cold expression, and spoke in a somber tone that no emotion could be heard.
"Didn't you agree that I would treat Aunt Yu to dinner and treat her well? Why did I just stay for half a day and then leave?"
Aunt Yu twisted the hem of Mai's clothes with her hands and sighed helplessly: "Mr. Ji, I am very grateful for your hospitality, but I have been a village woman all my life. I have never stayed in such a high-end and luxurious hotel. I really don't want to."
I'm used to it, Mr. Ji, please let me go back."
Ji Yuting sat lazily and raised his eyes lightly, "Aunt Yu, don't be afraid. No matter what your purpose is for saving Shengsheng, I am grateful to you and I will not do anything to you."
Aunt Yu looked away unnaturally, "What's my purpose? I went to pick mushrooms after the rain and happened to bump into the injured Shengge girl. I really like her from the bottom of my heart. I don't ask you to thank me. If I do it again, I will still
Will save her."
This is true.
Ji Yuting believed that she was sincere when she saved people.
His reserved eyes narrowed slightly, and Ji Yuting curled his lips almost inaudibly, "It's okay for Aunt Yu to leave here, but you have to answer me a few questions honestly. As long as you tell the truth, I will let you go immediately.