He walked closer and looked around the house. He could clearly see the situation inside the room through the crack in the door. There was nothing inside, but it still had a weird smell, and there were many dark black marks on the floor.

The village chief walked out in a hurry, followed by a tall and thick-set man, who seemed to be his son.

"What are you doing there!" He was about to step forward to pull Ye Bo away angrily, but the other party glared at him and shrank his shoulders in fear.

Ye Bo looked indifferent and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "There must have been salvaged corpses inside."

The village chief's face was filled with confusion, strange surprise and anger, "None of your business!"

Ye Bo, who was so calm, was also very angry at this time. The family must have retrieved a lot of corpses as soon as the accident happened, and then put the corpses at home. Once the corpse's family members came to retrieve the corpse, they would take advantage of the opportunity.

Money, and then hand over the body that has been salvaged long ago to the other party.

Some corpses were not claimed by anyone and were treated as missing persons. These fishermen did not know how to preserve them, so they left the corpses to rot. I am afraid that the dark black blood stains on the ground are the corpse fluid left after the corpses were highly decomposed.

The village chief gave his son a wink. The tall and thick young man raised his fist and planned to beat up the ignorant man in front of him. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the man caught it with one hand.

"When you were collecting corpses, did you find a woman who was very beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes and thin lips?" Ye Bo said coldly.

The village chief looked at him disdainfully, "It's been half a year. Who remembers it? What on earth are you here to do?"

Ye Bo exerted his strength, and the man whose fist he held screamed, "It hurts, it hurts! Please be gentler!"

Seeing that his sons had been subdued, the village chief also knew that the man in front of him was not to be messed with, so he kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes. Because we were worried about not being able to match the number, we took a photo of each one we picked up.

I’ll take you to see it.”

In the room, Ye Bo rummaged through them one by one, his fists shrinking deeper and deeper. After the plane crash, how many people washed their faces day and night just hoping to find the bodies of their loved ones, and yet these profit-driven people actually did this?

Such an activity means that those unclaimed bodies will probably end up being thrown into the sea again.

Turning to the last page, there was no photo of Ding Yiyi. Ye Bo relaxed silently. The village chief next to him said cautiously: "Actually, the first one to discover it is Aunt Xiong who lives in the street opposite.

Discovered.”

Aunt Xiong? Ye Bo quickly thought of the woman who gave the herbal medicine to the young master, and it seemed that her stupid son was still married at that time?

The dilapidated bungalow remained unchanged from half a year ago. There was a stout woman drying salted fish at the door. Her hair was messy, her quilt was severely hunched, and she looked older than she was half a year ago.

Seeing Ye Bo, Aunt Xiong obviously remembered the noble man who gave her a big red envelope half a year ago. She hurriedly put down what she was doing and went to the faucet to wash her hands before walking up and saying, "Hello, hello,

Aren't you the nobleman who followed the young master half a year ago? Are you here to get herbs again this time? How is the burned man doing?"

Ye Bo's tone softened slightly, "Thank you for your concern. I'm not here to get herbs today. I mainly want to ask you something."

"You can tell me what's going on, as long as I know." Aunt Xiong was very enthusiastic. She combed her messy hair back and tied it with a black rubber band on her wrist.
Chapter completed!