“I…I…I…”

The man had just lost a tooth from Henry's punch, making his speech slurred. He looked at Nancy and the others with a frightened expression, and then, scaring himself, burst into tears.

“Wow! I don’t know who he is, really… He just told me to open the grave and take out what’s inside for him…”

Nancy frowned tightly. If the man hadn't already been punched by Henry and looked so pitiful, she would have wanted to beat him up herself!

Who wouldn’t be furious if someone dug up their parents' grave?

“How could you not know who he is!?”

The man cried miserably, “I really don’t know… Really, please believe me.”

Charlie’s eyes darkened, and he asked before Nancy could, “Then how did he contact you?”

“This… well…”

The man pouted, his eyes darting to the side, clearly making up a lie. Charlie’s voice dropped several degrees, “You’d better tell the truth! Otherwise, you’ll be lying in that grave you dug up!”

“Ah…”

Remembering how Henry had knocked out his tooth with one punch, the man didn’t dare lie anymore and started to explain, trembling.

“It’s like this… five years ago, my elder brother found me and said he had found an easy and relaxing job for me. I asked him what it was, and he said it was to clean graves for others.”

The man squinted his eyes, seeming to fall into memory, “At that time, I thought it was the cemetery hiring people. For example, around the Qingming Festival, many people can’t come back to sweep the graves, so they hire people to do it for them. I thought it was that kind of job, but my brother told me I just needed to clean one grave, once a week, and make sure the flowers and fruits were always fresh and replaced in time.”

Grave cleaning for others is a niche job, but it’s already a service offered in many places.

Charlie had heard of it before, so he quickly understood what the man meant.

“Your brother asked you to clean this grave regularly, and you’ve been doing it for five years?”

“Ah, yes!”

The man nodded vigorously, “The other party was very generous, paying five thousand a month. I only needed to clean the grave four times a month. The fruits and flowers weren’t expensive, so I happily agreed and treated it as my main job, living off it.”

Climbing the mountain four times a month, buying some fresh flowers and fruits, and cleaning the tombstone, all for a salary of five thousand a month. It was indeed generous.

Although five thousand might be nothing to the Firth Family, for ordinary people, it was a decent salary. If someone could afford to pay that consistently for five years, they were likely a person with some wealth, even if not a member of a wealthy family.

Nancy caught onto a key point, “If you don’t know who that person is, how did he pay you?”

The man shrugged, “It was simple. I gave my bank account number to my brother, who gave it to him. Like getting a salary, he’d transfer the money to my account on the tenth of every month.”

Linda Smith frowned, puzzled, and asked, “How could he be sure you actually cleaned the grave? What if you took the money and didn’t do the work? Wouldn’t he be raising a parasite for nothing?”