Little Taotie saw Ghost being swept into the Horse-Faced Bell by the big tail and sighed a breath of relief.
She reluctantly dealt with questions from the reporters, none of which were really related to the lottery. After painstakingly answering questions about Big Stomach King, the lottery-related questions finally ca.
"Could you tell us why only two million is left for insurance, and the rest is donated?"
"It seems it wasn’t donated under your own na."
"Can you share with us why you made this choice?"
Little Taotie picked up the largest microphone among the pile.
The dia whose microphone was taken was thrilled, scanning the crowd smugly.
The other reporters gritted their teeth, secretly vowing to bring the company’s most robust microphone next ti.
Holding the microphone, Little Taotie spoke sincerely, "The lottery isn’t mine; it’s my deceased friend’s. Before he passed, he told that after his death, the prize money should leave two million for his Old Granny to buy insurance, and the rest should be donated in his and Old Granny’s nas."
"Is he... already dead?"
"Dare I ask, what was the cause of death?"
"Was it a grave illness or... an accident?"
Seeing microphones almost pressing on her face, Little Taotie stepped back confidently and replied, "It wasn’t a grave illness, you’ll find out later."
The crowd was relentless, hoping to pry out sothing juicy.
But to their surprise, this small boy seed to handle the dia like a seasoned pro.
Little Taotie had long been familiar with dealing with the dia, and she was so popular now that she handled many more dia friends today than usual. A small event like this was a piece of cake for her.
After dealing with the dia friends, Little Taotie returned to the Special Departnt.
When the lottery winnings were sent to the Red Cross, the light of rit descended.
Invisible to the naked eye, rit fell upon an old lady who hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the disappearance, unable to eat, unable to sleep, tortured, face gaunt and pale.
As the rit golden light descended, the old lady felt sothing and looked out the window in surprise.
Outside the window, the sunshine was bright and overwhelmingly warm.
She thought it was just the warmth of today’s sun, assuming sumr was coming, hence the warmth.
"Soone redeed the lottery ticket! It’s the murderer!" Ghost’s uncle rushed in shouting.
The old lady sat up abruptly, "What murderer? Explain yourself clearly!"
"Big brother, have you rembered anything, can you recall who hard you?"
Ghost shook his dead-fish eyes, empty and confused, "I was invited to the riverbank... suddenly my head hurt, I fell into the river. I vaguely saw soone’s reflection, a tall man, but I couldn’t see his face, and it wasn’t anyone familiar to ."
"Not soone familiar? Can we rule out your uncle and relatives and friends then?"
"It should not be them. Actually... I didn’t tell too many people, at that ti I told Old Granny, my cousin overheard and later inford uncle and aunt. They asked for the lottery ticket, which I didn’t give, but I promised that once I got the lottery ticket, half would go to Granny. If Granny gave it to them, I wouldn’t interfere—everything was up to Granny’s arrangents. Uncle and aunt were very happy and weren’t greedy, even though they only got half."
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