Abandoned by the best children? I just take out the space

Chapter 2039 Looking for Son

Hearing this, the old man's originally cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and in an instant they were filled with tears. He pointed outside the house with trembling hands.

"My...my child, please, help me find my son. I don't know where he went. I'm worried about him."

After saying that, the old man suddenly started coughing violently. He covered his aching chest and his body trembled uncontrollably. Seeing this, Wan Shufang hurriedly took his pulse, took out a special medicine from the space, and fed it to the old man.

"Don't be anxious, old man. Talk slowly. We will help you if we can." She patted the old man on the back soothingly to calm him down.

When Mr. Feng finally caught his breath, he looked sad and took a deep breath: "Thank you, it's all my fault that I'm not in good health and can't go look for the child myself, otherwise I would never dare to trouble others."

"Uncle, it's okay. Can you tell me where your son went first?"

Hearing this, Mr. Feng was slightly stunned, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He touched the back of his head awkwardly: "I don't know where he went..."

As he spoke, as if he was worried that Wan Shufang would think he was lying, Mr. Feng quickly added, "But my good-for-nothing son has been missing for a month."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Changli and Wan Shufang looked at each other, their eyes filled with embarrassment. What was the difference between this kind of news and no news at all?

But the two men did not intend to embarrass the old man. Instead, they tried to comfort him. After the old man calmed down, they went out and looked for neighbors to inquire about the news.

"You're looking for Feng Huairen? That guy... he loves gambling and drinking. Maybe we can try going to a restaurant or casino."

"Yes, Feng Huairen is the most famous drunkard in the area."

"He always came home drunk and bullied his old father."

The neighbors all chimed in, talking about Feng Huairen as if there was endless stuff to complain about. The more they listened, the uglier Wan Shufang's expression became.

"Chen Changli, it seems that Feng Huairen is a scoundrel." She frowned and looked at the neighboring aunts who were talking, and said sincerely: "Thank you for telling us. We were also asked by Mr. Feng to find Feng Huairen and bring him home."

Hearing that they were entrusted by someone, the neighbor aunt showed sympathy in her eyes.

"Then you guys go quickly. It's not that easy to catch that bastard. Alas, Feng Dashan is also pitiful."

A group of people shook their heads, feeling sorry for Feng Dashan. Seeing this, Wan Shufang didn't say much. After saying goodbye to the neighbor aunt, the two of them, based on Feng Huairen's gambling and drinking habits, went to the mountain paths in addition to the restaurant to look for him.

Finally, after two days of searching, Chen Changli and Wan Shufang found a person on a mountain path.

The man fell into the ditch, motionless, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. The secret guards dragged him up and when he was close to her, Wan Shufang could see clearly that what was in front of her was a dead body!

Even the corpse had begun to rot, was crawling with maggots, and emitted a foul smell.

Wan Shufang's heart skipped a beat, and she had some vague guesses. She quickly said, "An Yi, turn his face around."

Hearing this, An nodded and reached out to straighten the body. When she saw the face of the body, Wan Shufang was struck by lightning. She took two steps back and said, "It is Feng Huairen. He looks exactly like the portrait the old man showed us."

As she spoke, Wan Shufang squatted down, took out a pair of gloves from the space and put them on, then began to examine the body.

"Judging from the degree of decay of the body, he has probably been dead for half a month." Wan Shufang's face was solemn. According to Old Man Feng, Feng Huairen disappeared a month ago, but now he has already died in this ditch.

Mr. Feng still thinks that he just went out to have fun...

Looking at the maggots on Feng Huairen's body, Chen Changli's eyes flashed with disgust. He helped Wan Shufang up and looked at An Yi: "Take the body back first."

"Yes, master."

An Yi carried the corpse with an expressionless face, not afraid of the maggots at all, and followed the two men obediently. Soon, the two returned from the mountains to Old Man Feng's courtyard.

Feng Huairen's body was also placed in the yard. Dahuang came over, sniffed it, then ran away with a whimper.

"Dahuang, what's wrong?" The voice of Old Man Feng came from inside the house. Chen Changli and Wan Shufang looked at each other and walked in.

Seeing them, Mr. Feng immediately smiled: "Young Master, Young Lady, you are back. Is there any news about Huairen?"

"Uncle Feng..." Wan Shufang said in a depressed tone. She squatted beside Uncle Feng and held his old hand. "Uncle, we brought Feng Huairen back, but..."

Wan Shufang pondered for a long time. Seeing Mr. Feng's uneasy look, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and finally said it.

"he died."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Feng was stunned. He seemed to be struck by lightning. He was in a trance and even shook his head subconsciously: "This is impossible. How could Huairen die?"

"We found him on a mountain trail. He had been dead for half a month. I brought his body back. Old man, please go out and take a look."

As she spoke, she winked at Chen Changli, who immediately understood and stepped forward to help Old Man Feng. At this moment, Old Man Feng no longer cared about so much and laid his whole body on Chen Changli's back, letting Chen Changli carry him out.

Looking at the corpse in the yard, Mr. Feng's body was shaking. After Chen Changli put him down, he lay on the ground. In an instant, his face was covered with tears and snot.

"Huairen, my Huairen..."

"What happened to you? Why did you suddenly become like this? You were just having fun, how come you are dead?"

Old Man Feng kept murmuring and stretched out his hands, wanting to hug Feng Huairen. He did not mind the dirt and stench on Feng Huairen and put his face against his.

The yard was filled with Feng Dashan's painful and desperate cries.

Seeing him so sad, Chen Changli and Wan Shufang also felt a little uncomfortable. She stepped forward and patted the old man on the shoulder comfortingly: "Uncle Feng, please accept my condolences."

"The dead cannot be resurrected. We will investigate this matter and give you the truth."

Feng Huairen's death is not a pity, but it's a pity for old man Feng, who has been left helpless from then on.

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of the Charity Hall. Given Mr. Feng's situation, he could be admitted to the Charity Hall. She didn't know if there was a Charity Hall in this small town.

Thinking of this, Wan Shufang looked at An Yi and said calmly, "An Yi, go to the county town and check if there is an organization like the Charity Hall. Or if there is anything strange, tell me about it."

"Yes, ma'am."

An Yi took the order and flew out of the courtyard.

At night, An Yi hurried back, and this time he actually found something.

"Madam, there actually is a charity pavilion here!"

"Really? Have you found out?"

An Yi nodded and glanced at the old man: "Yes, madam, I have found out everything. According to Mr. Feng's situation, he meets the requirements for joining the cabinet."