"Is Shazhi last night a ghost?" This question appeared in the minds of He Ye and Xiaolan at the same time.

The sound of the crutches came, Changshou Po looked slightly worried and shouted: "Jun Hui, Jun Hui, where are you?"

After Changshou Po mentioned this, everyone remembered that Jun Hui, who said he was going to the warehouse to look for the roster last night, had not come back yet. Guangyou looked at Changshou Po who was gradually walking away, with a smile on his lips.

Conan looked at Guangyou's smile and asked doubtfully: "Guangyou, do you know something?"

Guangyou suddenly raised his eyebrows and took out the conch he had picked up on the beach from his arms: "Want to know? Then ask the magical conch!"

Conan: "...."

"I shouldn't believe him." Conan turned to look at Heiji, who had a complicated expression on his face, "Have you thought of it too?"

Heiji let out a long sigh: "I don't want to admit it, but it seems to be the most likely possibility now. I'll go talk to uncle."

Half a day later, the results of the investigation came out. When Uncle Maoli heard the results of the investigation, his heart sank suddenly. He turned around and said to a few people: "You are right. The police matched the tooth shape of the charred corpse with Jun Hui's."

After comparing the treatment marks on Miss’s teeth, she found they were exactly the same.”

Lu Lang, who was anxiously waiting for the news at the door, couldn't believe it. He knelt down and shouted, as if he could vent his anger in this way.

Although the news was heavy, several people still told the news to Changshou Po who was lying in bed. After hearing the news, Changshou Po was unusually calm and just sighed: "Really? Jun Hui is dead, young man?"

Life is passing away one by one, and I am left dragging this body to continue to linger."

....

Guangyou and Xiaoai returned to the town again. This time, the restaurants in the town were also open. From time to time, tourists came out to touch their stomachs.

The two of them casually walked into a small shop. The owner was an elderly uncle. Although he was old, he kept himself tidy.

After seeing the two people come in, the uncle's serious-looking face forced a smile and said, "Please sit down."

After the two of them were done, the uncle still had the same smile on his face: "Kid, what do you want to eat?"

The names of the dishes in the store are all written on bamboo signs and hung on the wall. No matter which small restaurant in Japan, they basically have fried chicken.

The two of them each ordered fried chicken and some seasonal seafood. The uncle's movements were very neat, and the dishes were served soon. I have to say that although the uncle didn't look good when he smiled, the dishes he cooked were mouth-watering.

When you first take the fried chicken into your mouth, the crispy skin on the outside is not too thick and is just right, so you don’t feel like you are eating noodles. The meat quality is also quite good, with clear and distinct texture.

Guangyou couldn't help but admired: "Uncle, the food you make tastes good."

Hearing someone praising him, a natural smile appeared on the uncle's face. Guangyou looked around the store and asked with some confusion: "But why is there no one there?"

It stands to reason that those who open a shop naturally hope that their business will be prosperous and not empty, but the uncle did not care about this at all. He cleaned up the stove and replied: "It doesn't matter, I don't come to this place to make money."

"Uncle, I tell you that you are not from the island?" Guangyou said vaguely while chewing fried chicken.

The movements of the uncle's hands suddenly stagnated, but he soon returned to his original state: "Yes, I started in my twenties, and now I am in my forties. I am from Tokyo."

Guangyou's curiosity was instantly aroused and he asked: "Then why do you come? Wouldn't it be great to develop in a big city?"

After the uncle finished cleaning up, he also sat down, picked up the wine bottle on the side and took a sip: "At that time, I had a quarrel with my mother. I was young and energetic and left home directly. The busy work made me very busy.

Regardless of anything else, I didn't even have time to see my mother for the last time until the day she died."

There was a hint of regret in the uncle's bright eyes, and he took another sip of wine: "Later I found out that my mother was already ill when we quarreled, and she didn't contact me until the day she died. She was afraid of affecting me.

If my relatives hadn't told me the news of her death, I might still have been kept in the dark."

Guangyou also sighed and apologized: "Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, that was my problem." The uncle smiled calmly, "Then I came to this island. This island can calm me down. I cook every day and go home to rest at night. My life is very comfortable, although it is very big.

The city is prosperous, but this place is more suitable for me.”

Guangyou put a piece of lobster meat into his mouth. The lobster meat was firm, tender, delicate, and delicious. After chewing it carefully, there was a sweet taste, but it tasted like wax in Guangyou's mouth.

While chatting with the uncle, I was thinking about things thoughtfully. Soon, I finished the food, said goodbye to the uncle, and walked out of the store.

Looking at the blue sky, Guangyou let out a long sigh and thought to himself: "I wonder how my mother is doing now."

What he said just now reminded Guangyou of his mother in his previous life. She was still in the same world at that time. Guangyou also quietly went back to see her, and after seeing that there was nothing serious, she left quietly. But now that the two worlds have been separated, it is impossible to go back.

At first, apart from doing some charity work, Guangyou basically kept only a small part of the rest, and gave a lot of it to his mother. When Guangyou saw that their life had improved many levels, he also quietly

leave.

Guangyou and his mother also talked on the phone, but the father had been obsessed with the card table and the wine table, and didn't care at all about his long-lost son.

Thinking of this, Guangyou always feels a little sad. He has always envied those families whose parents love their children since he was a child. There are no arguments or quarrels. The father and son can joke with each other and can talk to the parents honestly. This is something Guangyou has always envied.

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But those things can only be thought about in dreams. In reality, it is impossible to talk about it, and if we talk about it, we will quarrel with you.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ai asked with concern when she saw that Guangyou's mood was not right.

Guangyou pretended to smile and shook his head. It was better not to talk about this kind of thing. He just wanted to bring laughter to Lu Lang Xiaoai and replied: "It's nothing. I just feel that I won't be able to eat such cheap and delicious seafood in the future."

Some pity."

Seeing Guangyou covering his chest and pretending to be uncomfortable, Xiao Ai chuckled: "I'll just come with you again in the future."

Her comfort was very effective. Guangyou sighed and then smiled at Xiao Ai: "Same."

In fact, they had almost finished visiting the town. They bought some traditional snacks on the island on the way, and the two of them walked towards the Mermaid Falls. The focus of the celebration night was on the celebration, and the two of them did not take a good look at the natural scenery of the island.

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The number of tourists along the way also decreased a lot as the celebration ended, and the residents on the island also had some time to relax. There were many aunties on the roadside eating melon seeds and chatting.
Chapter completed!