"What do you want to say?" Ye Nianmo asked in a deep voice.

Ye Bodao: "Is that Miss Emily the madam?"

The air was as quiet as death. Ye Nianmo frowned. It was not that he had never thought about this, but was it really such a coincidence? He could feel the way she looked at him, without any trace of emotion at all.

emotion.

"Impossible." He made a firm judgment.

In a small fishing village, a man was sitting carelessly at the gate of the fishing village, weaving a fishing net with a fish shuttle, and looking up at the blue sky from time to time.

Hearing the sound of a car not far away, he curiously looked in the direction of the car, looking foolish.

When he saw a serious-looking man getting out of the car, he turned away his head in disappointment and muttered: "She's not my wife."

"Hello, I want to ask you something." As soon as Ye Bo entered the village, he saw someone sitting there. Of course he was the first to ask, but when he saw the man's eyes were dull, something seemed wrong.

Sure enough, the man continued to lower his head and arrange his fishing net, "I don't want to talk. My mother said if you don't talk outside, your wife will come back."

"He is just a fool. He finally found a wife, but she ran away. Now he has become even more stupid." Not far away, a middle-aged man laughed and cursed at the top of his lungs.

Ye Bo walked past the man who was really silent and no longer spoke and walked into the village, walking like the man who just spoke.

"The plane crashed half a year ago?" The man put down what he was doing, "The plane crashed indeed in the sea near our village. Some people saw those people falling into the sea like dumplings. It was so scary that they died. I heard that now

At night, no fishermen dare to go to that sea area, because there are many people who have drowned and are looking for scapegoats."

After hearing this, Ye Bo asked: "Do you have any impression of the people who were rescued at the scene?"

The man shook his head, "You have to ask the village chief about this. He was the one who organized the rescue. During that time, the threshold of his home was almost broken, and there were a large number of people looking for relatives who came to him."

The village chief's home is incompatible with this dilapidated fishing village. The two-story villa is built with white ceramic tiles. There are four strange Roman columns between the first and second floors. There is also a Honda sedan parked in front of the door.

As soon as he heard that they were going to investigate the plane crash half a year ago, an old woman introduced Ye Bo into the study. An old man in his seventies looked at him energetically, "Are you looking for someone or information?"

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Ye Bo's eyes flashed, "I want both."

Upon hearing this, the old man was satisfied and handed him a piece of cardboard. "If you want to find someone, you can ask for it every 2,300 times. However, it has been more than half a year now and it is impossible to find someone. Also, if you ask for information, you can ask for information every 1,500 times."

Ye Bo saw that the piece of cardboard was marked with the item "recovering corpses", and it would cost 70,000 yuan to recover a corpse.

"That's a clearly marked price, so you may not be able to get it. You have to remember that it's a big sea, and it takes a lot of effort to get a corpse." Village Chief Yang said proudly.

Ye Bo's eyes flashed and his voice was cold, "You make ill-gotten gains by fishing for corpses."

"What kind of ill-gotten gains? I have paid for my labor, and of course I have to charge a fee, otherwise the bodies of those people would just be soaking there, you know?"

Not wanting to talk nonsense with this kind of person, Ye Bo walked out of the study and saw a house in the yard covered with talismans.
Chapter completed!