Chapter 103 The Cause of Father Zhao’s Death 1
"I'm new here, but I've also met Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is a good man. Now that he has encountered such misfortune, shouldn't I be wrong?" Su Wuyou said, looking directly at Zhu Tian.

She wanted to see Father Zhao's body, but his family members didn't say anything, but an outsider came to stop him.

"God Zhu, just let Su Yang see, he really knows Mr. Zhao." Aunt Yang, who was standing beside her with tears in her eyes, hurried over and said.

Zhu Tian's hand tightly grabbed one end of the white cloth, his dark eyes were bottomless, "Aunt Yang, he is disrespectful to Father Zhao."

"No respect, as far as I know, Mr. Zhao is a respected and loved old man in Yangshu Village. As a young man, I respect him and love him. I want to see him for the last time. I am a scholar who ran away from home because of money. It is only thanks to the help of good people like Mr. Zhao and Aunt Yang that I have come to this day, today I must watch..." Su Wuyou said and glared at Zhu Tian.

Everyone present was stunned, no one thought that Zhu Tian, ​​who used to be polite to everyone with a smiling face no matter where he was, would actually embarrass a stranger today.

What is even more surprising is that Su Wuyou, a frail scholar, has no fear in the face of Zhu Tian who sells fish.

Unaware of Zhu Tian's objection, Su Wuyou pulled the white cloth from Zhu Tian's hand with force, and Father Zhao, whose face was silvery gray and slightly pale, appeared before everyone's eyes.

Su Wuyou glanced at the crowd quickly from the corner of his eye, "Father Zhao, I'm here to see you." He said while holding Father Zhao tightly.

However, he slowly pushed up Old Zhao's sleeve with his hand, and sure enough, Old Zhao had no pulse.

It is obvious that Old Man Zhao's arm is already stiff, and since he saw Old Man Zhao last night, then the time of Old Man Zhao's death should be after they met, and it was still early in the morning when he was already so stiff, that is They went to the wasteland, and Father Zhao died after returning home.

There were corpse spots on the back of the hand, and the corpse spots were distributed in flakes. Most of them had rigor, and the time of death should have passed two hours.

Su Wuyou took a few steps forward, and lifted some of Zhao's clothes, the corpse spots merged into a large piece, and the whole body appeared stiff.

After stretching out his hand to open Old Zhao's eyes, the cornea was slightly cloudy, and his lips began to shrink. From this, it can be deduced that Old Zhao had been dead for more than three hours.

"What are you doing!" Just as Su Wuyou was about to continue examining Zhao's body, Zhu Tian grabbed her wrist.

Su Wuyou frowned and looked at Zhu Tian, ​​is there something wrong with this person?

"I'm a scholar and I've studied medicine for several years. From my point of view, Mr. Zhao doesn't look like he was drowned."

After Su Wuyou's words, the whole yard erupted immediately, "Why didn't you drown?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Yes, he didn't drown. Everyone knows that Zhao Daddy is old, but his body is very strong. We saw it last night. How could a good person be drowned suddenly?" Su Wuyou asked. He withdrew his hand from Zhu Tian's and said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Everyone saw that Mr. Zhao was fished out of the well, but now you actually say that he was not drowned." Zhu Tian loudly reprimanded Su Wuyou.

Su Wuyou sneered, "Whoever says that those who are fished out of the well must be drowned."

(End of this chapter)

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