Cemeteries were expensive.
In big cities, people often chose nearby small cities to buy commercial housing and use the ash-storage rooms as family tombs.
This sort of thing was not uncommon.
In theory.
Using commercial housing designated for residential purposes to store ashes violated the planned use of the property. If it caused trouble for other residents, it also violated public order and good morals.
But.
In reality, this sort of thing was difficult to handle. Without clear regulations, each case had to be discussed and dealt with separately.
Regardless.
Uncle Hat still intended to go and see what was going on.
Once he knew about it.
He would at least have an idea of what was happening.
That way, if someone filed a complaint.
He would not be completely caught off guard.
However.
When he arrived at the floor described by the delivery streamer, there was nothing there.
They were all ordinary residents.
"Room Four?"
After calling the streamer to confirm once more.
He knocked on the door.
The door opened.
A bewildered old man stepped out.
After asking him a few questions.
Of course, he could not tell the old man that someone had complained his home was an ash-storage room.
He merely asked the old man.
Whether there had been any cases of ashes being stored illegally in the residential complex.
The old man said there was no such thing.
This was a perfectly good residential complex.
A place for the living.
"Who the hell would dare store ashes here? Uncle, you tell me. I'll personally go over and make him pay."
Uncle Hat hurriedly tried to calm him down.
"Old sir."
"I really can't accept you calling me Uncle."
After leaving.
He went to the property management office.
There, he confirmed that no one was storing