The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

308: Chapter 308 Han Jingyang, a Fool with Money”Zhou Zhenhua?” Han Jingyang’s heart skipped a beat.

Just a moment ago, Wang Zhiwei’s second uncle said Dou Dous Mother’s biological father’s surname was Zhou, and her biological mother’s surname was Sun.

Someone outside shouted that Zhou Zhenhua had an accident. Could it be...

He turned to look at Wang Zhiwei’s second uncle. The second uncle’s face also changed: ”It’s Dou Dous Mother’s biological father...”

Damn it! Han Jingyang jumped up and ran outside. Shi Xiaoya followed immediately. Wang Zhiwei and his uncle also followed right behind.

They ran in the direction the sound came from and quickly arrived at the scene.

Han Jingyang stared at the victim in the crowd, his face turning incredibly grim. The person was dead.

There was no need for rescue efforts. The head was completely shattered. Lying to the side was an old motorcycle, looking at least twenty years old. The logo was illegible; it had a red base with black edges, and the design didn’t even look outdated by today’s standards.

It was exactly the Qingqi brand motorcycle most familiar to the people of Quancheng.

But now, the motorcycle wasn’t severely damaged, only the front bumper was bent, yet the owner of the motorcycle was gone.

Looking at the accident scene, the process was quite clear and simple. Zhou Zhenhua was riding his motorcycle back to the village. When passing by a large locust tree on the side of the road, a collision occurred. The motorcycle’s bumper hit the tree, then Zhou Zhenhua’s head hit the tree, and then both man and machine spun and flew over twenty meters away.

Where was the problem? At least two points. First, the speed was quite fast. Second, he wasn’t wearing a helmet.

Soon, the village chief arrived, as did the respected elders of the village, and Zhou Zhenhua’s parents and parents-in-law. Then, the police and ambulance arrived, but they left again shortly after.

Han Jingyang stood on the periphery, quietly watching the actions and words of everyone at the scene. Inside, he was suppressing a surge of anger.

Was this an accident? No, absolutely not an accident. This was silencing a witness.

This was a provocation against him! And even more, it was fear of him!

It also proved his line of reasoning was correct. There must be clues hidden here that the murderer was afraid of being discovered.

Furthermore, the murderer was indeed powerful and resourceful, actually knowing he had come to Shenzhuang Village and successfully managing to kill Zhou Zhenhua to silence him before he could get there.

Cunning, brutal, with bizarre methods, and well-informed.

Moreover, judging from Zhou Zhenhua’s situation, Dou Dous Mother’s death might not have been as simple as excessive blood loss from a difficult labor; the death of the midwife, Zhou Jinhua, back then was likely not simple either.

It was highly probable that they all died by murder. In other words, there were at least two more lives on the murderer’s hands. Zhou Zhenhua, Zhou Jinhua. There must be even more that hadn’t been discovered.

In any case, there were definitely more victims murdered by the culprit than just those young and beautiful women in the oil paintings. Thinking of this, Han Jingyang felt a chill run through his body.

Because of this, Han Jingyang didn’t even dare to directly contact Zhou Zhenhua’s parents, who were the biological parents of the child.

Furthermore, Zhou Zhenhua’s death would trigger other complications. At the very least, the child couldn’t continue staying in the city; she had to come back to attend the funeral and observe mourning. This was her biological father; she had to come back, even if it cost her her life.

But with her condition... Han Jingyang sighed and patted the dazed Wang Zhiwei: ”Old Wang, come with me, let’s find a place to talk.”

Walking to a secluded spot, Wang Zhiwei asked with a numb expression: ”It wasn’t an accident, right?”

Han Jingyang nodded: ”It wasn’t an accident.”

”What do we do now? What can I do?”

”Pretend you know nothing. Comfort your second uncle, tell him not to speak carelessly. Find me a place to stay in the village and arrange a suitable identity for me. The rest is just to accompany the child.”

”Let her come back?”

”Otherwise?”

”Will there be danger?”

Han Jingyang originally wanted to say ”With me here, it will definitely be fine,” but thinking of Zhou Zhenhua, who had just died in an ”accident,” he couldn’t bring himself to say it.