After my mother disappeared, my family only said that she had run off with another man, but they never mentioned reporting it to the police.
Wan Jiayuan, who was only ten years old at the time, even brought up reporting it to the police several times.
But Grandma and Father always said it was pointless to call the police.
Wan Jiayuan listened as everyone in the village said that his mother must have run off with someone.
Gradually, he came to believe what the villagers said.
While he missed his mother, he was also too ashamed to make a big fuss about it and bring shame to his family.
So much so that he eventually forgot this critical point.
And now, reconsidering his father’s current attitude...
Wan Jiayuan felt a chill in his heart.
When his mother first disappeared, Wan Ren spoke only with anger about his wife who had abandoned her family.
He even said that if she was dead, she deserved it.
Could there be a possibility...
Wan Jiayuan dared not think any further, his heart gave a fierce twitch, and he hesitated before putting down his phone.
"What happened?" Wang Jiahui saw Wan Jiayuan’s pale face and was somewhat worried.
Wan Jiayuan snapped to attention as if awakened by her voice, grabbed his phone in a hurry, hung up on his father, and quickly called friends in his hometown, asking for their help to go to the Wan Family’s ancestral grave.
Wan Ren, upon receiving his call, would definitely suspect something, especially if his mother’s remains were really in that grave.
Wan Ren might even move the bones.
Realizing this, Wan Jiayuan hastily requested help from his friends back home.
Fortunately, one of his classmates worked at the police station in their county town.
When Wan Jiayuan called, his classmate was confused, not understanding why they should dig up a grave.
Wan Jiayuan vaguely claimed that he had a lead on his mother’s whereabouts and needed their help to verify it; he would be heading back immediately to show them the evidence.
Being so insistent and with the bond of classmates, his friend agreed to help.
It was only a fifteenth-minute journey from the county town to Wan Jiayuan’s hometown.
When the police arrived, they found Wan Ren already at the gravesite, digging.
It was high noon, and few people were in the fields.
Only Wan Ren was there, conspicuously alone.
Hearing the sound of the police car, Wan Ren looked back, saw the police coming, his complexion changed drastically, and he dropped his shovel and started running.
Had he not run, his motives might not have been so clearly revealed.
Realizing what was happening, some officers chased after Wan Ren, while others checked the situation at the grave.
Late, as they apprehended Wan Ren, the police found two sets of human remains in the grave.
One set was placed inside a coffin, which had rotted away along with the bones.
The other was stuffed outside the coffin in the graveyard and had severe external injuries; no examination was necessary, as the police could tell from the concave section of the skull that the person had died from a serious blow to the head.
From receiving the information to catching Wan Ren and finding the bones, it all took only half an hour.
Wan Jiayuan’s classmate, Zhan Han, made a phone call to have the forensic doctor come to examine the site and urgently notify Wan Jiayuan.
Wan Jiayuan had just purchased his ticket back home and was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the bus to leave.
Upon receiving Zhan Han’s phone call, his mind tensed, and he collapsed into his chair, silent for a long time, staring blankly at one spot, his face paler than the white wall behind him.
"Honey, what’s wrong with you? You look terrible. What happened?" Wang Jiahui, concerned about Wan Jiayuan, had followed him and planned to return to his hometown with him.
Seeing Wan Jiayuan frightened Wang Jiahui deeply, "Say something. What’s wrong? Don’t scare me."
She couldn’t help but push on Wan Jiayuan’s arm.