At 9 a.m. the next day, in a residential community in Fengping City, Zhaoyun Province.

"Old Yuan left very suddenly, alas..." Yuan Juncheng's wife told Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu with tears in her eyes, "That day was Laba. People were still fine during the day. They ate such a big bowl of Laba porridge at noon and had some dumplings at night. But who knew that at night, people suddenly couldn't do it!"

"Auntie, where was the person when Teacher Yuan was in trouble?" Cui Lizhu asked.

"It's at home!" said the old man, "It was around nine o'clock in the evening. When I came back from dancing, I saw Lao Yuan lying on the ground, confused, with foaming on the corners of his mouth, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"I was frightened and asked him what was going on. He just said that his heart was uncomfortable, and then he could not speak, and his face became like white paper! I quickly called the children and called 120... But... when I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, it was too late!" When I said the sadness, the old man wiped his tears again.

"In other words," Zhao Yu asked, "When Teacher Yuan had an accident, he was the only one in the family?"

"Yes!" the old man sighed in grief and anger, "Oh! It's all my fault! If I had known this, I really shouldn't have danced any kind of dance! But... when I left, he obviously had nothing to do! In the past, it was always like this. He did his job and I danced my dance..."

"That day was Laba!" Zhao Yu suddenly heard the problem, "The cold winter in Fengping is all below zero! Are you still dancing?"

"Well, it's not a square dance!" said the old man, "It's the cultural center of the community. We have several performances during the Chinese New Year, and we are rehearsing closely at that time! It's all my fault. If I could come back a while back that day, maybe it wouldn't be..."

"No... isn't it?" Cui Lizhu suddenly realized something and asked, "Auntie, are you sure that Teacher Yuan said he was feeling uncomfortable at that time?"

"Yes! What's wrong?" the old man was puzzled.

"Then..." Cui Lizhu's meaning was obvious. Since Yuan Juncheng could still speak, why didn't he call his wife when he felt uncomfortable? There was obviously a big problem here.

However, Cui Lizhu was about to open her mouth and make a clear head, but Zhao Yu quickly pulled out the conversation and asked the old man: "Old man, what did the doctors say after arriving at the hospital?"

"Well... it is an acute heart disease, and I can't remember the terms such as cardiac valve arrest!" The old man shook his head and said, his face still full of regret.

"Then... has Teacher Yuan had a history of heart disease before?" Zhao Yu asked again.

"No!" the old man replied simply, "Old Yuan is only 67 years old this year. In addition to his high blood pressure, he is in good health on weekdays! He still pays more attention to health and exercise. If he had had a heart disease before, we would have paid attention to it! That time, he was really not prepared at all!"

Um……

Cui Lizhu glanced at Zhao Yu and then realized why Zhao Yu was talking about the topic. Although they came to inquire about the case, there were many things that needed to be kept as confidential as possible.

"Auntie," Cui Lizhu thought for a while and asked, "What are Teacher Yuan busy with on weekdays? Is there any important job on the day of illness?"

"Well, it should be right?" the old man replied with disagreement. "Although Lao Yuan retired, his business affairs have increased instead of reducing. He is always busy with training here and speech there. Sometimes, once there is an unearthed cultural relics, he will be called to go! Also, the museum also looks for him every now and then. Every year, he has not been idle for almost a day, and he is even more busy than at work! He is also busy on the day of the accident, but it is not much different from usual!"

"Oh..." Cui Lizhu looked at Zhao Yu again. After getting Zhao Yu's consent, she took out photos of the other four people and checked them for the old man. "Auntie, take a closer look. Have you seen these four people in the photo? Do they know Teacher Yuan?"

"Oh?" The old man hurriedly put on his reading glasses, looked at the photo carefully and carefully, and then shook his head, "I haven't seen it before. Who are these?"

"It's okay, just ask, um..." Cui Lizhu pondered for a moment, then asked the old man, "Auntie, then... do you usually know what Teacher Yuan is studying?"

"What else can you study? It's all cultural relics!" the old man replied, "He has been working on cultural relics for a lifetime, what else can he have?"

"That……"

Choi Lizhu also wanted to ask about the treasure, but she said that, but she didn't know how to ask.

"Auntie," Zhao Yu was still experienced and asked with a smile, "What unit are you retired?"

"I, I am from the cultural center!" the old man replied.

"Oh...no wonder, it's your temperament!" Zhao Yu praised, "Is it a dance artist?"

"Look at what you said," the old man smiled immediately, "It's just a dancing artist!"

The old man's smile immediately relieved the tension at the scene.

"Old man, one is a cultural person and the other is a cultural relic person!" Zhao Yu asked again, "Do you know all the things that Teacher Yuan is usually busy with?"

"Well! How can I know?" the old man waved his hand and said, "Although it was a couple, I don't know anything about cultural relics!"

"Oh...so that's the case..." Zhao Yu said with the flow, "Can we take the liberty to see Teacher Yuan's workshop?"

"See what you said, of course it's OK!" The old man hurriedly opened a room on the sun and led Zhao Yu and the others into the room. "You can just watch it! After Old Yuan passed away, I simply cleaned up. Now I haven't calmed down and haven't figured out yet, so what should I do in the end!"

"Wow..." As soon as I entered, Cui Lizhu was attracted by the Huanghuali furniture on the left side of the study, but she saw that the furniture was filled with antique cultural relics.

"These..." Cui Lizhu walked closer and looked carefully, trying to say something, but she didn't say it.

"Oh..." the old man hurriedly introduced, "These are all collections of Old Yuan during his lifetime, but... he was a dean after all. Sometimes in order to avoid suspicion, he donated all the more precious cultural relics to the museum! The ones placed now are all worthless things!"

"Then..." Zhao Yu frowned and asked the old man, "After Teacher Yuan passed away, nothing was left here, right?"

"Hmm? No?" the old man wondered, "The children have counted a lot!"

"What about notebooks or documents?" Zhao Yu pointed to the desk on his right hand.

"This... I'm not sure, I haven't done it well yet!" The old man became more and more suspicious.

oh……

Zhao Yu nodded, and immediately checked Yuan Juncheng's desk with Cui Lizhu and took some of the documents. However, after one go, they did not find anything related to the treasure.

After the checking is completed, it is almost time for Zhao Yu and the other two to end the inquiry.

"Old man!" As soon as he was about to come, Zhao Yu took out a pen and asked, "We have some work matters and want to know about it! So, can you help us provide us with the people who understand Teacher Yuan's work?"

"Okay, no problem!" The old man cooperated very much and wrote down several names. These people were friends and colleagues who had close contact with Yuan Juncheng during his lifetime.

After writing, Zhao Yu also left a business card for the old man, asking her to call herself for anything special and explain everything. Then the two left the Yuan family.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the door, Cui Lizhu hurriedly pulled Zhao Yu's clothes and said, "Boss, Yuan Juncheng has a problem! Those are treasures!"

"Ah? What?" Zhao Yu was slightly stunned.
Chapter completed!