Chapter 7: Only Seeking One Truth

After packing Father Lin’s ashes, the group proceeded to the cemetery. With the neighbors’ help, Father Lin was buried beside Grandfather Lin and Grandmother Lin. Once the tasks were done, everyone left on their own. Only the Lin siblings remained, kneeling before their father’s grave, reluctant to leave for a long while.

Ni Fang was impatient to waste no more time here.

“That’s enough. Your father’s dead; what’s the point of kneeling? Hurry home.”

“Mom, you go ahead first. I’m about to leave soon. I don’t know when I’ll come back next time. I want to stay a little longer, and so does Yuan Yuan.”

Scoffing at her display of filial piety, Ni Fang turned without a second thought and left.

Uncle Liu, who had been with them all along, couldn’t bear it any longer. “Child, your father knows how you feel. Get up quickly. Kneeling so long, your father would be heartbroken.”

Lin Wei remained unmoved.

Uncle Liu crouched beside her, trying to help her to her feet. In that moment, Lin Wei looked sincerely at Uncle Liu and voiced a question that had long weighed on her heart.

“I didn’t want to ask, but without a clear answer, I won’t be at peace when I leave. Uncle Liu, my father’s death wasn’t an accident. You know this too, don’t you?”

Thud.

Startled, Uncle Liu lost his balance and sat down on the ground. That reaction confirmed her suspicions without a doubt.

Lin Wei gently stroked Lin Yuan’s head and whispered, “Yuan Yuan, go over there and pull some weeds from Grandpa and Grandma’s graves.”

Lin Yuan glanced at her anxiously, then at Uncle Liu, and called out uneasily, “Sister.”

“It’s alright. What Sister and Uncle Liu are talking about isn’t something you should hear now. But you will understand someday. Now go.”

As if resolved, Lin Yuan stood and walked to the farthest grave to pull weeds.

Lin Wei quickly helped Uncle Liu up from the ground. His expression had not changed from before, as if the question she asked was trivial.

“Uncle Liu, no one else is around here. Whatever you know, please tell me.”

“Y-you… how did you…” Uncle Liu’s lips turned pale, disbelief flooding his eyes.

“If you won’t say, then let me tell you what I saw.”

“First, the time of death doesn’t add up. From the moment my father had the accident to when I got there, it was no more than twenty minutes. He cooled too quickly; rigor mortis had already set in.”

“Rigor mortis usually appears one to three hours after death. But if it occurs within ten to thirty minutes, it’s usually in the elderly, children, or the physically weak with underdeveloped muscles. My father was none of these.”

“Second, there was too little blood. How could someone fall from the eighth floor alive and leave only so little blood? Even the location and posture of the wounds were wrong. My father’s condition clearly looked like he had been beaten to death beforehand, and after rigor mortis set in, someone pushed his body from the eighth floor.”

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