Had the villagers never actually met Fan Mingzhe in person? If his hunch was right, could Widow Zhang be hiding some of Fan Mingzhe’s secrets?
Driven by this possibility, Jiang Dongchen felt a surge of energy and began a thorough search of the small attic. The items stored there were things Widow Zhang considered precious, though they held little real value. Just then, he heard the front door creak shut, followed by a series of rustling sounds.
Jiang Dongchen moved to the attic’s trapdoor, cautiously peering down. What he saw in the living room made his eyes flicker with bewilderment. Widow Zhang was sitting on a worn-out recliner, lifting her skirt and reaching for a cucumber. Soon, her body arched, a look of intense, dazed pleasure washing over her face. Finding the sight too much to handle, Jiang Dongchen quickly slipped out through the window.
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