Chapter 771: "Your mother is indeed dead."

The night is deep and cool.
At this moment, in an old slum dwelling in the old city of Lucheng, the crumbling building, the walls were painted, and there was no one around, except for the screaming cicadas and frogs.
"Wow--!"
A small flower dog downstairs in the community barked at Jiang Beiyuan who appeared at the entrance of the community.
Jiang Beiyuan was taken aback for a moment.
The little flower dog is neither humble nor overbearing and continues to bark.
"..." Jiang Beiyuan walked over with a calm face.
The puppy stopped barking, and stood still, watching the man strode upstairs, his figure eager.
Jiang Beiyuan is still afraid of dogs.
Very scared.
But now he has very important things to do, so he doesn't care about it.
On the left side of the third floor, he opened the door with the key, and the stale breath came to his face, with the smell of choking dust.
He looked around, and there was no one in a house that was not too big. With trembling fingers, he stroked the coffee table, sofa, and wicker chair that had been covered with a thick layer of dust, as well as the edges of the tea cup.
Jiang Beiyuan took a deep breath.
Pushed open the door of one of the rooms.
The white bed, the white pillow, the bedroom without extra furnishings, the quilt is folded into tofu.
Too quiet.
It was so quiet, the whole room revealed a gloomy smell.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached behind him.
Jiang Beiyuan looked back keenly and quickly, his sharp vision made the old lady tremble twice.
She is a strange old lady in her seventies.
"Little boy, do you know this homeowner?"
"I'm her son, may I ask her?"
"Oh... she died of AIDS and died on this bed. She said she had no relatives. I was her neighbor and had a good relationship with her on weekdays. Then she took time to cremate her."
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan didn't speak, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the old lady with his sharp eyes.
The old lady dodged her eyes, and suddenly she didn't dare to look at Jiang Beiyuan and coughed twice, "I put her and her ashes under the bed. Since you are her son, you can take her ashes back."
With that, the old lady bent over, trembling with both hands, took out an urn from under the bed, and handed it to Jiang Beiyuan with trembling.
"Hehe, this person is getting old, and his hands and feet are not good enough, don't be surprised."
Jiang Beiyuan took the box and looked at the old lady.
"Are you a frequent visitor here?"
"Ah? Yeah, I have lived here for more than 30 years. My husband died early and my sons are abroad."
"that's good."
Jiang Beiyuan's mouth twitched, not as if he was smiling, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
The old lady smiled and turned and left. After leaving, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then went into her home opposite.
Jiang Beiyuan held this urn, trembling hands, and opened it.
Halfway through, it paused again.
He closed his eyes and the phone rang.
It was a call from Xu Kuangjie.
"I asked you about the cremation site, your mother... she is indeed dead."

The night is heavy.
Yan Nian looked at it was almost eight o'clock, but Jiang Beiyuan had not returned yet.
She said she would definitely come back before dark, and asked her to extend it for another hour. It's fine now. Four or five hours have passed since he went out and he hasn't returned yet.
Jiang Beiyuan...
Yan Nian picked up his coat and wanted to go out to find it. After all, he didn't come home at night, not once or twice.
One time he was about to get a divorce, another time he had a car accident.
What happened this time?