Chapter 87: Beautiful Little Wife

Fell into the water while drunk!

Another drunk fall into the water!

Chen Guanlou was completely numb.

Whatever Warden Fan said later, he didn't listen. After handing over the account book, he thought about it and called guard Chen Quan to go to the county yamen to identify the body together.

Along the way, Chen Quan kept sighing, unable to accept that a good person had suddenly disappeared. This matter came too suddenly, too damn stimulating.

He was relatively honest, unlike Xiao Jin who was slippery, and asked cautiously, "Chen Tou, does this matter have anything to do with our Heavenly Prison?"

Chen Guanlou shook his head, then sighed. "Yesterday I had a quarrel with Li Tou, and today he's gone. If I weren't sure I hadn't done anything illegal, I would suspect whether I had done something in my dreams. How could it be such a coincidence? It's the same way of death as Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang."

Chen Quan heard him mention Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang, and his whole person instantly felt bad. "Chen Tou, don't scare me."

"I'm not scaring you."

Along the way, Chen Guanlou thought of many things, but always had no clue.

Arriving at the county yamen, they exchanged identities and were led to a remote house far from the yamen, which was cold and chilly. It was suitable for storing corpses even in the middle of summer, making people shiver.

"The person is inside; I won't accompany you in."

Working in the Heavenly Prison, the thing they were least afraid of was dead people. Chen Guanlou and Chen Quan entered the morgue without any taboos. There was only one corpse, placed on a wooden board in the middle of the room.

"It's Li Tou! It's really him, no mistake." Chen Quan called out first.

Chen Guanlou didn't make a sound, but walked closer, identifying with his shallow coroner knowledge. There were no obvious external injuries, no signs of poisoning, and the fingernails were relatively clean; there shouldn't have been any violent struggle before death. The clothes were still the same set as yesterday.

"Where is the purse?"

"What purse?"

"Li Tou wears a purse embroidered with a duck for a long time, containing scattered silver. Go ask them if they saw a purse when they found the body."

Chen Quan took the order and went out to inquire about the situation. Returning a moment later, "They all said they didn't see the purse. Could it have fallen into the water?"

"Possible."

Chen Guanlou didn't know the origin of the purse, but he could be sure that Li Dahong, this rough person, treasured his purse very much.

He wasn't a professional coroner and couldn't see any problems, so he temporarily accepted the statement that Li Dahong fell into the water while drunk. Afterward, he followed the people from the county yamen to Li's house to notify the death and let Li's family send someone to claim the body.

Arriving at Li's house, the one who opened the door was actually a young, beautiful, and gentle little woman.

Learning that the little woman was Li Dahong's wife, everyone was stunned.

The county yamen constable was very envious and whispered to Chen Guanlou, "Do people in your Heavenly Prison have such high standards for marrying wives? Our yamen constables don't have low income, so why can't we marry such beautiful ones?"

Chen Guanlou wanted to say that this was definitely an exception.

He had seen Lu Datou's wife, Xu Fugui's wife, Zhang Wantong's wife, Warden Wan's wife, and the wives of several guards under him; without exception, they were all shrews, looking like they had broad shoulders and thick waists.

Never expected that Li Dahong had actually married such a delicate little lady; what good fortune.

He whispered to Chen Quan, "Did you know before?"

Chen Quan shook his head repeatedly. "I didn't even know when Li Tou got married; I only knew he had a family."

Everyone entered Li's house, and looking around, the house was tidy inside and out. They hired an old woman to buy food, cook, wash clothes, and sweep the floor.

Li Dahong's wife was surnamed Liu; Liu Shi had a little maid serving her.

Thinking about it, if it were him marrying such a beautiful little wife at home, he wouldn't be willing to let her wash and scrub all day, dirtying her hands and hurting her body, turning her into a yellow-faced woman.

Learning that Li Dahong had died, Liu Shi's tears fell instantly.

Worthy of being a beauty, even crying was so delicate and beautiful. The county yamen constable felt great heartache, only regretting his clumsy tongue, not knowing how to comfort her.

Beside him, Chen Quan was also unbearable, saying clumsily, "Sister-in-law, please restrain your grief."

Only Chen Guanlou, who had seen enough beauty, was indifferent even if she cried in a torrential downpour, let alone shedding two tears.

"May I ask where you are from, sister-in-law? Are there any elders in the family? What other relatives are there on Li's side? For the subsequent funeral, our Heavenly Prison can do it for you, and we can arrange for a few people to come and help. We can also notify the relatives on both sides for you."

Liu Shi shook her head slowly, her figure so soft, her expression so miserable, Chen Guanlou thought of a word: weak willow in the wind.

"Let Chen Tou know, my parents are no longer here, and I have a brother, but he is no longer in the capital. I can't notify him for a while. On Li's side, my husband had three brothers, and after his parents passed away, they had already separated, and they haven't been in contact for several years. My stomach is not competitive; until now, I haven't given birth to a son or daughter. However, my husband had a marriage early in his life and has a son."

"Li Tou has a son?" Chen Quan's mouth was always faster than his brain. "Never heard him mention it."

Li Dahong was not young, a man in his thirties; it was reasonable to have a son.

"It's good that Li Tou has a son. May I ask where Li Tou's son is? I will send someone to call him back right away." Chen Guanlou asked eagerly.

Liu Shi held her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes gently. "I don't know where he is either."

Everyone was stunned.

Liu Shi continued to explain, "The year before last, the father and son had a quarrel, and Dalang ran out and never came back. Now, I don't know where to find him for a while."

Liu Shi was pitiful, and most of the questions were answered with "I don't know," a typical inner-chamber little woman.

Chen Guanlou made a decisive decision, letting the constable send someone to help find Li Dahong's son. He also arranged for Chen Quan to go back to the Heavenly Prison to call a few more people to help, first moving Li Dahong's body back, setting up the spirit shed, and making the scene. All the silver used, everyone chipped in, and it was enough.

Liu Shi thanked him repeatedly.

Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Guanlou asked a very presumptuous question, "May I ask when you married Li Tou, sister-in-law, and are you over twenty?"

Liu Shi's face changed, but she still answered, "Don't hide it from Chen Tou, I married Li Tou the year before last, and I am over twenty."

Chen Guanlou:...

"I was abrupt, please forgive me, sister-in-law. Such a big thing, many times women are not convenient to come forward. You hurry up and write to your brother, telling him to come back early. We will also find Li Tou's son as soon as possible and let him come back to fulfill his filial piety. On Li's side, it is reasonable to notify them. By then, if they make trouble, sister-in-law, don't be afraid; the Heavenly Prison will support you. Can't let Li Tou leave without peace."

Trouble, they will definitely make trouble!

Chen Guanlou had already anticipated the situation in the next few days; it was highly probable that someone would make trouble. Li Dahong had saved quite a bit of money over the years; not to mention anything else, just the house Liu Shi lived in, people on Li's side would definitely covet it.

Liu Shi had no children, and Li Dahong's son from his previous marriage might not recognize her as a stepmother. Once trouble started, Liu Shi would definitely suffer.

From ancient times to the present, there had never been a shortage of people who ate the money of the widowed and the orphaned. ===== CHAPTER 88 =====