Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 709 Killing Without Leaving a Trace

The world created by Kan Ge can be found in "Reborn in 73, Taking My Mother-in-Law Hunting in the Mountains".

When Xiulan first came to serve Yuan Tianshu, she was quite well-behaved.

He also had great respect for Yuan Tianshu.

She even went so far as to curry favor with Yuan Tianshu in order to obtain some supplies from him to help her impoverished family back home.

But ever since Yuan Tianchu asked her to provide other services, she's gotten a little carried away.

They believed that Yuan Tianshu was nothing special.

Which man doesn't revolve around women?

Even if you're over sixty or approaching seventy, you still can't help but like that kind of thing.

She overlooked one thing.

Men can indeed live without women, but they have more than one woman!

Based on her looks alone, Yuan Tianshu barely made do with her.

Because of his status and reputation, Yuan Tianshu could not engage in promiscuous behavior outside.

But as for captivating Yuan Tianshu, let alone her, even the several beautiful concubines of yesteryear, Yuan Tianshu would kill them without hesitation!

When no one is around, Xiulan sometimes vents her frustrations.

She was unusually talkative today because there were other people around.

Yuan Tianchu was furious.

He led her into the inner room, speaking in a casual tone, as if they were having a casual chat:

"Lie in bed."

"Huh? I'll lie down, but I think you should lie down instead?"

"Listen to me, don't wait until I lose my temper."

"Ugh, it's like this every day, I haven't even wiped my table yet..."

Xiulan wanted to take off her pants, but Yuan Tianchu wouldn't let her:

"Just lie down like this."

Xiulan lay down.

Yuan Tianchu suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

He pinned her down, preventing her from struggling.

Xiulan's eyes widened in shock; she tried to get up, but couldn't move at all.

She reached out with both hands to grab Yuan Tianshu's hands, but he grabbed her with one hand and pressed her down on the bed.

Yuan Tianshu used his remaining hand to tightly cover her with a towel, preventing her from breathing.

Xiulan suffocated and soon could no longer struggle.

Yuan Tianshu then released her.

Xiulan coughed loudly, and it took her a long time to catch her breath:

"You old bastard, you want to kill me? My family will never forgive you..."

Yuan Tianchu looked at her coldly, and when she recovered, he suddenly twisted her arm and pressed her down on the bed.

With his other hand, he used a towel to cover her mouth and nose again.

Xiulan was shocked and quickly struggled:

"No, I have a heart condition, I can't take it."

Yuan Tianchu sneered:

"If you didn't have a heart condition, I wouldn't have used this trick. You know too much, and your mouth is too sharp. You have to die!"

Then, he covered her mouth and nose again.

This time, she was nearly suffocated again, then I released her to let her catch her breath before she had to hold it in again.

After several rounds, Xiulan's heart couldn't take it anymore.

She began to convulse and spasm.

Finally, under Yuan Tianshu's torture, he breathed his last.

Such slow killings are impossible for forensic doctors to detect as homicide.

She didn't die of suffocation; it will definitely be classified as a heart attack.

Yuan Tianshu carried her to her own bed.

Take out her heart medication, put it in her hand, open the cap, and the pills spill out.

Then Yuan Tianchu walked out.

Go for a walk in the nearby park.

On my way back, I made an appointment with a retired cadre to play chess at home.

The two old men exclaimed loudly when the door was opened.

Xiulan's face was bluish-purple; she died in bed.

……

After leaving Yuan Tianshu's house, Lu Yao headed straight for Shi Mengyi's temporary residence.

Now that the Jeep is gone, I can't continue smuggling hides without a vehicle.

Shi Mengyi still needs to be utilized.

Moreover, Mei Ping also gave herself a task: to get close to her and see if there was anything suspicious about her.

Shi Mengyi now lives in an alley not far from the Cultural and Health Bureau.

Her former dormitory had become a murder scene, and she was too afraid to live there anymore.

Her colleagues found her this apartment.

It was a small courtyard without a door, with about five families living in it. The houses weren't fully occupied, and they were located on the street.

Lu Yao came here last time when he brought her back.

This time, they came again, pushed the car into the courtyard, and leaned it against the wall.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

It's probably time to go to work.

Lu Yao then pushed and rode his bicycle toward the bureau.

As we were walking, a woman carrying a bucket of swill came out of a house. She looked like she had a leg ailment and was having difficulty walking.

I poured dirty water into the manhole in the drainage ditch, and when I turned around, my foot slipped and I fell to the ground.

Lu Yao quickly went over and helped her up.

In this day and age, if you see someone fall on the street, you can help them up without anyone trying to extort money from you.

The woman repeatedly expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, child. I'm old and useless now."

Walking back with my legs on my hands and knees, carrying the empty bucket seemed so difficult. Suddenly, I clutched my waist and stopped moving.

It's obvious that his back problem has flared up again.

Lu Yao took the chamber pot from her hands:

"Let me take you home."

That's just how he is; he can't stand the suffering of the weak.

In my previous life, after becoming wealthy, I often did charity work, but not by donating to charitable organizations, as that would be wasteful and have little effect. These organizations were mostly for the wealthy to use to cultivate their public image.

Lu Yao did it himself.

After building more than a hundred primary schools in various remote mountainous areas, he was finally discovered and publicized by the media. He never mentioned it himself, nor did he want to become famous because of it.

Later, when he built a low-cost hospital, he was ostracized by various influential figures, and his assets shrank significantly.

But he doesn't regret it. As long as he has helped people, he feels at peace with himself.

He has always followed his own path, regardless of what others say.

Kill those who deserve to be killed, and help those who deserve to be helped.

Seeing that the woman was struggling to get to the slop bucket by herself with her old, ailing leg, I offered to take her there.

Once inside, he let her sit on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) before releasing her.

The woman sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took a breath, looked up at Lu Yao, and her eyes were filled with gratitude:

"Thank you, child. My leg is so weak, I'm sorry you had to see it."

Lu Yao waved his hand: "Auntie, you're too kind. What happened to your leg?"

The woman sighed, "It's an old ailment. I worked in the vegetable cellar at the vegetable company for twenty years. The dampness there caused these problems. My back also hurts terribly, and my knees hurt after just a few steps. The factory took care of me and let me retire on medical grounds, but my legs will never get better."

Lu Yao squatted down and reached out to press her knee.

The woman hissed and pulled her leg back.

Lu Yao didn't let go, and pressed the other one as well, feeling that there was fluid inside, and the knee was swollen and shiny.

"Auntie, I know a little about medicine, how about I take a look at you?"

The woman was taken aback: "You? You're a doctor?"

Lu Yao smiled: "I'm not a doctor, but I've studied some traditional Chinese medicine and know acupuncture. You need to drain the fluid from your knee first, otherwise it will be more troublesome if it stays swollen like this."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Then I'll have to trouble you. My leg is in this state anyway, so I might as well try anything."

Lu Yao took out a needle pouch from his satchel and then a small bottle of alcohol swabs.

This was something I carried with me to save lives.

He told the woman to roll up her pants, exposing her knees.

My knee was badly swollen, the skin was taut and shiny, and pressing it left a dent.

"Auntie, it hurts a little, just bear with it."

The woman nodded, biting her lip.

Lu Yao disinfected the wound with an alcohol swab, took out a three-edged needle, found the right spot, and gently inserted it.

The accumulated fluid slowly seeped out through the needle hole; it was pale yellow and viscous.

He used a cotton ball to catch the fluid and squeezed it for a while until most of the fluid had drained and the swelling in his knee had noticeably subsided.

The woman watched and felt:

"Wow, you know what, it really does feel much lighter!"

Lu Yao disinfected the area again and covered it with gauze.

"Auntie, judging from the way you walk, you might have lumbar muscle strain. Let me take a look at it for you too."

Seeing the woman's kind and gentle face, Lu Yao felt a pang of pity.