Zhou Zhimo glanced at him: "I never thought who it could be until now."
"I don't have many relatives in my family, and they are the only ones from my parents' generation who survived."
"As of my grandparents' generation, I haven't heard of any relatives."
"I really don't know, who could it be?"
Liang Yinuo thought for a while: "Master, you'd better go home and ask the old man about this matter."
"The data is correct, that must be your relative."
Zhou Zhimo sighed softly: "Go and do something."
After giving the instructions, Zhou Zhimo left the office and went directly to his parents' house.
When I entered the door, I saw my father sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper: "Dad."
Father Zhou looked at the clock and turned to look at him: "Why are you back at this time today?"
Zhou Zhimo sat down on the sofa, thinking about how to speak.
Father Zhou put down the newspaper, took his glasses and put them on the coffee table. He looked at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Zhou Zhimo nodded: "Yes."
Father Zhou leaned on the back of the sofa: "Tell me about it."
Zhou Zhimo spoke slowly: "Dad, besides the relatives we are visiting now, do we have any other relatives in our family?"
"Including my grandparents' generation, are there any relatives who have lost contact?"
Father Zhou looked at him in confusion and shook his head: "In my impression, there is no more."
"The conditions in the world back then were not good, and not many children in the family could survive."
"Why are you asking this suddenly?"
Zhou Zhimo whispered: "Two corpses were found, one male and one female. After DNA testing, the woman is related to me by blood."
"So far, we have no other clues about the two deceased people."
"I just thought, who is this woman? This is a breakthrough."
Father Zhou nodded slightly: "I heard about your case."
"It depends on the time. Your mother will be back soon. Let's ask her later."
While they were talking, Zhou's mother opened the door and came in. When she saw Zhou Zhimo, she asked him with a smile: "Son, you came back so early today."
Zhou Zhimo smiled lightly: "Yes, Mom."
Mother Zhou put down the vegetables in her hands, walked over and sat down: "Son, I was at the vegetable market just now and heard those people talking about the murder at the construction site."
She asked Zhou Zhimo with concern: "Are you under a lot of pressure recently?"
Zhou Zhimo took a breath, crossed his hands, and nodded slightly: "Mom, let me ask you something."
Seeing her son's brows furrowed together, Zhou's mother asked him nervously: "What's going on? Tell me."
Zhou Zhimo asked in a low voice: "Are there any other relatives in our family? Including my grandma and grandpa's generation."
Mother Zhou thought for a while: "No."
"The family doesn't have a large population. These relatives come around during the holidays. You know them all."
"You suddenly thought of asking this?"
"Did you meet someone and say something?"
Zhou Zhimo whispered: "In the case you just mentioned, one of the people was found to be related to me by blood."
"Right now we have limited clues and the identity of the deceased is unknown."
Zhou's mother knew that her son's daily work affairs had always been kept confidential and she never mentioned them when he came back.
Doing this today is also carrying heavy pressure.
She folded the tissue in her hand and kept thinking in her mind: "Son, is that man a woman? Do you know how old he is?"
Zhou Zhimo told her: "The woman is in her thirties and has given birth."
After hearing this, Mother Zhou began to filter the information about those relatives one by one.
Suddenly, she turned to look at Father Zhou: "Old Zhou, do you still remember my eldest sister's house?"
Father Zhou looked at her: "How could you not remember?"
“Don’t we still visit graves every Qingming Festival?”
Zhou's mother asked him anxiously: "No, she had given birth to a child at that time, and the doctor said it was dead."
"Do you have any impression of this matter?"
Father Zhou said, "That's what happened. It was the first child she gave birth to, and it just disappeared."
"Later, the ocean was born."
Zhou's mother said: "I thought about it carefully just now. The only person who matches this age is my eldest sister's dead child."
Father Zhou retorted: "What are you talking about?"
"Son, the one they found is already over thirty years old. How can he match that?"
Mother Zhou anxiously dropped the tissue rose in her hand: "Then tell me, who else is there?"
"You are the only one in your family, and my sister and I are the only ones in my family."
"We don't have any relatives like cousins."
Father Zhou nodded: "That's true."
The three of them were sitting in the living room feeling worried, wondering what was going on with this relative who appeared out of thin air.
Zhou Zhimo asked his mother: "Mom, what you just said, was the child that my aunt gave birth to a boy or a girl?"
"What's the matter with death?"
"Why have I never heard you mention it?"
Zhou's mother told him: "Your aunt has been sad about this for a long time, and no one has mentioned it again."
"At that time, when the baby was born, your aunt and her mother-in-law were the only ones at home."
"At that time, many people delivered babies at home. Your aunt had a stomachache for a day and was sent to the hospital."
"After giving birth, your aunt fainted and didn't know anything."
"There was no phone at that time. When we rushed there, her mother-in-law said the child was gone."
"She was afraid that your aunt would be sad to see the child and hurt her body, so she asked the hospital to find someone to bury it."
"Her mother-in-law took great care of her during the confinement period. Although your aunt was sad that she didn't see the child, she also knew that her mother-in-law did that because she felt sorry for her."
"Afterwards, she couldn't get her energy up. Two years later, she still gave birth to Yang Hai."
"It's just that her health is getting worse. The doctor said it's caused by her overthinking."
Mother Zhou wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Your aunt left early."
Zhou Zhimo took out a tissue and handed it over: "Mom, stop crying."
"Didn't Auntie leave the ocean behind?"
"This kid is doing a pretty good job now."
Zhou's mother wiped away her tears and said, "Yes, this kid Haiyang is a sensible person."
Zhou Zhimo was still worried: "Mom, which hospital did my aunt live in back then?"
"Do you remember what year it was?"
Mother Zhou thought for a while: "It was at the county hospital. I can't remember exactly. It was probably three years before Haiyang was born."
"It was summer, yes, a month before your grandma's birthday."
Mother Zhou suddenly thought of something and looked surprised: "You..."
Father Zhou interrupted her question: "Let the child do his work."
"What shall we eat tonight?"
After saying that, Zhou's father stood up and helped Zhou's mother: "Let's go to the kitchen, I will help you."
Zhou's father waved his hand to Zhou Zhimo behind him, signaling him to get busy.
Zhou Zhimo stood up hurriedly, quietly opened the door and left.
He hurried downstairs and went straight to the county hospital.
