Several people got up and left Lin Baolong's house one after another.
"It looks like our speculation was right," Zhang Hui said:
"Back then, when they went to the town, something unspeakable must have occurred, which resulted in them fleeing Jindou Village immediately upon returning and being afraid to come back even after so many years."
Zhu Junchi nodded, "The one named Zhang Wenhua is what you'd call a normal case of someone who left the village; he comes back to visit every now and then."
"It remains to be seen whether or not this Zhang Wenhua knows anything about what happened back then."
After walking for a few minutes, the four of them stopped in front of a large brick house.
"Old Zhang, open the door!"
Hearing Lin Baolong's shout, the white-haired old man who was busy in the vegetable garden turned around to look.
"Keep it down, don't yell like you're calling for spirits, my ears work fine."
Lin Baolong chuckled and said to the others:
