I swear, if I knew in advance that this matter would hurt Lingxi, I would never ask her for help.
San Bo's safety does concern me, but Lingxi is also very important in my heart.
Seeing that my eye circles were red with self-blame, Lingxi picked up a napkin and wiped the blood on the corner of my mouth and said, "I'm not hurt, it's just a backlash from heaven."
"Your third uncle..." Lingxi hesitated, and asked with doubts: "Is your third uncle really an ordinary citizen?"
"Yes." I nodded firmly and said, "He is mentally abnormal and crazy. He went for a walk in the town alone, that's why he disappeared."
"It doesn't make sense." Lingxi took Sanbo's birthday and said: "An ordinary citizen is still a madman, how could his life be forcibly covered up?"
"Who helped him cover it up?"
"Why did the other party do this?"
Lingxi's forehead was full of questions and he said: "The person who can stop my deduction and help your third uncle conceal the secret is a person with a higher level than me."
"Would such a big shot keep an eye on your third uncle?"
The more Lingxi thought about it, the more incredible he felt: "Could it be that your grandma remembered it wrong? Are you sure that your third uncle's birthday and name are correct?"
Lingxi's words made me murmur in my heart.
Could it be that I am too old and confused to remember the exact date and time of my third uncle’s birth?
But if you think about it carefully, it's completely impossible.
People of the older generation are more taboo about the birth time of their children than modern people.
Take my uncle as an example. There were no clocks in the house at the time he was born.
At this point, grandma still clearly remembers that he was born at dawn in the middle of summer.
It can be deduced that the uncle's birth time was probably between 4 and 5 in the morning.
Although there are definitely some errors, at that time, it was pretty good to have it look like this.
"How about you call and ask again?" Lingxi suggested.
I sat on the sofa and refused: "It won't go wrong, it could be the name..."
"What's wrong with the name?" Lingxi handed me the blank paper in his hand and said, "Su Jian, isn't your third uncle called Su Jian?"
"His name is Su Jian. My grandfather asked his master to give him this name." I took the white paper handed over by Lingxi, looked at the birthday and name of my third uncle, and said, "My grandfather's four sons were all killed by him."
The pig-maker’s master took the names and ended with the four characters “Guotai Ankang”.
"My eldest uncle is Su Jianguo, my second uncle is Su Changtai, my third uncle is Su Jian, and my father is Su Mingkang."
"It's just that when my third uncle was ten years old, he fell ill and was sent to another place for treatment by my father."
"I didn't return to Taoshan Village until ten years ago."
"I heard from my dad that the master who saved my third uncle's life even gave him a name. What was it called..."
I lowered my head and tried to remember: "Su, Su Xinglan."
"Yes, my third uncle's later name was Su Xinglan."
"But my family is still used to calling him Su Jian."
I shook the white paper and said, "Most people in the village call him Su Laosan, or Crazy Su."
Lingxi was sitting opposite me. When she heard the words Su Xinglan, her expression became extremely rich.
From shock and disbelief at the beginning, to sudden realization and a smile on my face.
Then I stood up with excitement at this moment.
She looked at me blankly, then suddenly reached out and patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry, even your third uncle won't die if anyone dies."
"It turns out you are Su Xinglan's nephew."
"Giggle... I wonder why I am so lucky. Whatever I lack, I will get."
"Uncle Xinglan is planning this secretly."
Lingxi smiled like a flower, clenched her little fist and waved cutely: "After ten years of separation, I didn't expect that Master Xinglan would be hiding in Taoshan Village."
"Hmph, the day I went to help you suppress the evil spirit, he must have seen me and avoided seeing me."
