While the truth abruptly halted and the mystery appeared to recede into deeper obscurity, I uncovered some information about what had happened in the past.
And with this secret, perhaps I could find out the rest of the truth in my own way.
I spent the entire night sitting in the corner of the old house, pondering relentlessly. Finally, at dawn, I thought of the best way to find out the truth.
After making up my mind, I solemnly put the things into my pocket and then walked to the homes of several elders at the front of the village with firm steps.
In less than 15 minutes, word quickly spread throughout the entire village that I intended to offer one million dollars to each of my father and his siblings in exchange for the old house.
The villagers looked at my elders with envious expressions.
Amidst the praises and admiration from everyone, I subtly displayed a barely perceptible sly smile.
In the afternoon, I invited the two esteemed village leaders, Zach and Harry, to join me in the dilapidated old house's main hall as witnesses to the upcoming event.
After a while, my family sat joyfully and neatly around the dark square table in the main hall.