Spring is coming

It has been seven or eight years since Mo Maojin passed away. Mo Jingchun was still young at that time. Now that I think about it, my impression of this grandfather can only be said to be vague.

In my memory, he was also a kind and amiable old man. Now he wants to touch someone's grave, which is very offensive.

She worshiped a few more times more seriously than before, and said silently in her heart: "Grandpa, my granddaughter is in trouble day and night after learning that the cause of death of her father and mother is unknown. She is thinking about it in her heart. My father and mother are also the sons and daughters-in-law that you and grandma love. I hope If you know better, don't blame your granddaughter for being disrespectful. Your granddaughter only wants to find out the truth about her parents' death, get rid of the stigma on them, and restore the innocence of the Mo family."

I didn't bring any incense or yellow paper with me, so I could only kowtow a few times to show respect.

She took out a fire stick and stuck it in a corner of the grave, illuminating the mound for better observation.

The two walked around the grave, first trying to find if there were any obvious signs of turning over in any corner.

Of course, Mo Changlin is not stupid. If something is related to life, such important things will definitely not be buried on the surface, let alone leave obvious traces.

After the two of them failed to find it, Bo Qingshan asked: "We can think about it, if you were your father, how would you hide the things?"

Mo Jingchun thought hard.

If she was Mo Changlin, in her inference, someone threatened her life to hand over this thing, but for some reason she did not intend to hand it over, but wanted to hide it so that the person could not find it, so While escaping home, he hid in his father's grave.

The graves at this time were dug out of a pit on the mountain, the coffin was buried in it, and the soil from the digging was covered layer by layer, and finally the shape of a small hill was formed.

The soil inevitably contains grass seeds, which grow luxuriantly when the spring breeze blows, and there are even shrubs.Although each family will clean up in front of the monument every year during the Qingming Festival, it is difficult to remove the weeds and they will grow back later.

However, the grass is removed every year, so that area is always sparser than other places.

If you want to destroy the graves, it is undoubtedly easier to dig in areas with sparse vegetation.

She walked to the monument and knelt down to examine it carefully.

Bo Qingshan also lit another fire and moved closer, illuminating the place even brighter.

"Brother Bo, come and see!" Mo Jingchun exclaimed in a low voice, suppressing his voice.

She carefully pushed aside a bush on the right side of the stone monument. The soil behind it was obviously dug up and then filled in. It was different from the marks that had been flattened with a shovel in other places. It was not that solid.

It's just the size of an adult man's hand.

Bo Qingshan freed up one hand to dig out. The soil was very loose, and he quickly dug out a small hole.

"That should be it."

He touched a hard object, sharp and angular, buried deep.

Mo Jingchun swallowed nervously, not knowing what exactly triggered the series of murders.

"It seems to be a box." Bo Qingshan dug for a while and finally revealed the complete side. He tried to pull the thing out, but the soil on it was too tight and he couldn't pull it out.

You will need tools further in.

The two of them went up the mountain, carrying nothing but fire sticks.

"Wait a minute," Mo Jingchun ran over and picked up a thick branch, broke off all the branches on it, and handed it to him, "Brother Bo, use this." He took the branch and loosened the surrounding soil, and gradually subsided. The whole box is revealed.

Bo Qingshan took it out with all his strength. With the faint light from the fire stick, the two of them could barely identify that it was a black-painted wooden box, about the size of two palms, with a mechanical lock at the switch.

This wooden lock is very old and can only be unlocked by someone who has the blueprint or the person who made the lock.

After brushing off the soil, Bo Qingshan stuffed the things into Mo Jingchun's hands: "Restore this place to its original state first, and then study it when we get back."

After turning back to confirm that there was nothing else inside, the two filled in the hole they had just dug out.

Mo Jingchun couldn't find a way to open the lock along the way. She wanted to ask the carpenter in the village tomorrow.

It was already late at night when she returned to Bo's house, and it would be dawn in another hour. Bo Qingshan urged her to go to bed quickly. When he woke up tomorrow, he would draw the lock pattern, and it would be safer to ask for help with the drawing.

Even so, Mo Jingchun couldn't sleep at all while lying on the bed, and couldn't help but feel excited.

Will the truth be revealed soon?
Bo Qingshan knew that she was innocent and could not see the conspiracy and murder behind her. He only cared about her because it was about her parents.

What he was worried about was that once the contents were revealed, those searches and arrests under disguise would no longer need to be covered up. I was afraid that the entire Wuling County would not be able to maintain the current superficial calm.

What it brought to the Mo family was endless trouble and even annihilation.

He first warmed himself a pot of wine, held a cup in one hand, and stood by the window.It wasn't until the red sun on the horizon slowly pushed aside the cloud waves and hung in the air, plating a layer of gold in his yard, that he returned to his desk and wrote a secret letter.

The reason for interfering in this matter was not all because of that girl.

Dongling Bank and Cuihong Bank under the name of the Bo family can be regarded as the two largest banks in Jingzhou. Dongling Bank of the Bo family occupies the north of Jingzhou, and Cuihong Bank is known to everyone in the south of Jingzhou.

If the Bo family wanted to expand further south, they would inevitably have to find a breakthrough in Cuihong.

Judging from his intuition, the suspicious aspects of this matter are closely related to Cuihong Bank's old employer. If Mo Changlin had set out for Wuling on time, these subsequent incidents would not have happened.

The revelation of this incident will undoubtedly be a scandal for Cuihong Bank, which will also be beneficial to their family.

He wrote down the cause and effect in the letter. After receiving his brother's autograph, Bao Jingchuan chuckled to himself.

The housekeeper Bo Zhi followed the old man all over the country and watched the two brothers grow up. At this time, he also asked happily: "If Da Lang is so happy, it must be Erlang's letter, right?"

Bao Jingchuan slowly stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope and chatted with the housekeeper: "This Erlang has written a total of five letters to his family since he went out. Three of them asked me to take action against his 'good sister'. It's not bad." He didn't forget his last name, and he worked hard to find some excuses saying that he thought it would be good for our family. Uncle Zhi, tell me, really, why are you so indifferent to Xinyue and the others at home on weekdays? "

Bo Zhi smiled and shook his head: "Although Miss Xinyue is smart, she has been strictly controlled by Mr. Qing since she was young. She has a sweet temperament. Maybe Erlang finds it boring? Think about the things that Mr. and I saw when we were young. Girls in the village are all lively and playful, and Jiro used to have a lively temperament, so they are always the same."

"Maybe." Bao Jingchuan said helplessly, "This family has suffered a disaster. Take this blueprint and ask outside. Is there anyone who can solve it?"

Bo Qingshan felt that searching for someone who could unlock the lock in Youyang County was too public and dangerous, so he set his sights on Jingzhou, which is further away.

We went out for dinner yesterday, so I’m in a hurry to save my manuscript! Chapter 2 will be served later~