What had happened to Old Chen put Lin Shuguang on his guard.
After dinner that night, he contacted Bai Heng and obtained the records on Old Chen's family from the city.
"Chen Datong, male, forty-five, from Zhehai. Greedy, cruel, and lecherous. Visited a foot massage parlor on Nanning Road three times a month, spending four hundred yuan each visit... moved to Huai City five years ago, self-employed... on December 21, a dispute with his neighbor Wan Mou over his shop blocking the way resulted in a stab wound to the heart and death from excessive blood loss..."
Bai Heng turned to the next page of the file. "Chang Jinrong, Chen Datong's wife, female, forty-three, from Zhehai. Fond of petty gains, repeatedly shortchanged customers on weight... made a scene after Chen's death, and was confirmed to have hanged herself a week ago."
"Where are the bodies?" Lin Shuguang suddenly asked.
Bai Heng paused. "Chen Datong was buried in the old cemetery at Luoshan on December 25. As for Chang Jinrong, what I have here..."
He checked the annotations in the file, turning two pages before finding it on the last line. He hurriedly said, "A week ago, someone claiming to be Chang Jinrong's relative took custody of her body."
"Drive. We're going to Luoshan." With that, Lin Shuguang got straight into the car.
Bai Heng was rather afraid of the old cemetery at Luoshan, especially when they were heading there in the dark so late at night. He wanted to call a few more brothers from the Seventh Department to accompany them, but Lin Shuguang was already in the car. Not daring to dawdle, he could only steel himself and get in.
As he sat down, he cautiously asked, "Director Lin, a few of the brothers from the Seventh Department are