The police finally sorted out the collected data and shook their heads at the aunt and uncle: "It's not the killer, your nephew asked someone to collect the prize."
"Impossible! How could he possibly entrust such a matter to an outsider!" The uncle was incredulous.
Such an honorable thing as collecting a prize would surely make the news, why give something so good to an outsider!
The police sighed: "I don't know about that."
The aunt looked grim and was in a bad mood, speaking gloomily: "What about the prize money, did it all go to that person?"
"No, it didn't. The lottery prize money, two million of it was used to buy the old lady health and retirement insurance, and the rest was donated to the Red Cross."
"What?" The uncle's pupils widened, filled with shock and confusion.
What is the Red Cross?
Is it the charity type?
Such a prestigious place, can it be related to us rural folks?
Our own days are not going well, money is tight, why donate?
