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When Yan Junge arrived with people, Zheng Enmin and Zhang Tianming were talking about something, but Zhang Yiyan was nowhere to be seen.

Zheng Enmin waved his hand, "Song Qing, you take the people up first. We have been guarding the scene. There should be no damage to the scene."

Song Qing nodded and carried the box over with the technician.

Preliminary examination revealed that the male, aged 4 to 7 years old, was a homicide. There were strangulation marks on his neck and he died of mechanical asphyxiation. After death, the body was thrown away and the body was crushed into pieces by the railroad tracks and was completely shapeless.

Everyone was holding their breath for this child who had not grown up.

Except for the low air pressure at the scene, everything was in order. Zheng Enmin pointed over there and said,

"Huang Yong, just watch here and call me if you need anything."

"Xiao Yan, let's go and have a look in the village. He is said to be a 5-year-old boy from the village."

"He is not in a good mood. Please be careful with your words when you see him later."

Yan Junge nodded, "Is Zhang Ke in the village?"

"Yes, let's go."

The three of them walked for less than 5 minutes before they saw a house at the edge of the village.

At this time, Zhang Yiyan was standing in front of that house, with four or five villagers standing around him.

Yan Junge looked over from a distance and saw him at a glance with little effort. He never looked away after that.

It's that feeling again, no matter how many people there are, they always see him first, even if it's just a profile.

"Yanyan." Zhang Tianming spoke first and walked over quickly.

Zhang Yiyan looked back at them with an indifferent expression and without saying a word, turned his head and continued to look at the room in front of him.

The villagers started discussing and pieced together the whole story. It turned out that Zhang Yiyan wanted to find the family, but he locked the door, and the villagers came to ask him about the situation.

One of them came up to talk to me, and one after another those who came back from their busy farming days came up to ask questions.

There was even an aunt who wanted to introduce someone to Zhang Yiyan directly, but he kept a cold face and didn't talk to her.

The aunt didn't feel embarrassed at all and was still asking questions, ranging from height and weight to work, salary, and family situation.

Yan Junge looked helpless at these enthusiastic villagers, but it was more important to get down to business first, "Everyone, everyone, listen to me, has anyone lost a child?"

The aunt just now answered, "Hey, did the boy from Dawen's family say yesterday that he couldn't find it? He couldn't find it today, and he said he went to report the crime."

As soon as these words came out, everyone started talking again.

Yan Junge understood clearly and made a guess, "Where does that family live? Do they have a phone number?"

"That's the green iron gate behind this house."

"I'll probably be back by now."

Yan Junge thought about it and called the local prison office. Once he found out, it was true. He briefly explained the situation here and prepared to go to the one behind.

"Zhang Ke, let's go there together."

Zhang Yiyan shook his head and pointed to the red iron door in front of him, "This family is the murderer."

",,,"

This sentence was like water dripping into a frying pan, and it exploded immediately.

Before everyone could finish being shocked, Yan Junge immediately asked about the family's situation and whether they had escaped.

A 30-year-old black woman said, "No, the man in this family is called Ding Wu, and his son and daughter-in-law are working elsewhere."

"I came back from the fields at noon and saw the old couple and their granddaughter in the fields together."

"A harvester came to the village today and caught up with their house at noon."

Yan Jungra grabbed the woman, asked her for help, and then asked seven or eight people to walk into the fields together.

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Half an hour later, Dawen and his wife were brought to the door of their house. At first, the woman was still quibbling, until Zhang Yiyan kicked open the door of his house.

He took out a woven bag and hemp rope from the utility room, "Ye Xiang, your hand is broken and the blood is on the child's neck. Are you still making excuses?"

Ye Xiang was unable to argue and finally admitted that she had killed the man.

It shocked all the folks.

Ding Wu held his granddaughter and looked at everything in front of him in confusion. Ye Xiang had been pressed to the ground and handcuffed.

Ye Xiang revealed the motive for the murder, which made everyone even more angry.

Because when I came home last night, I saw my granddaughter's stroller had overturned, and Wenjie, the child of Dawen's family, was standing next to her.

Without thinking, she decided that it was Wenjie who pushed down the car, causing her grandson to fall, so she stepped up and slapped him twice. Still not satisfied, he dragged Wenjie into his home again, strangled him to death with the hemp rope used to tie the sack.

After that, the body was hidden under the bed. The next day, while the family was in the fields, he came back to make lunch and went home early to dispose of the body.

During the busy farming season, everyone in the village would be in the fields, so they would go home for lunch and dispose of the bodies before lunch without anyone noticing.

And her house is closest to the railway, so no one usually notices it.

Dawen and his wife were distraught and cried uncontrollably. Other villagers also pointed at Ye Xiang and cursed her for being inhumane.

Ye Xiang hugged her little granddaughter and burst into tears, shouting that she regretted it and begging to give her a chance.

Seeing them crying, Zhang Yiyan looked up at a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the distance, pursed his lips, and suppressed the anger in his body.

The boy looked at him pleadingly, and Zhang Yiyan finally nodded in agreement.

Finally, the boy smiled, led the smaller child next to him, and walked away, turning back three times.

Zhang Yiyan looked down at Ye Xiang, who was kneeling on the ground as if he had admitted his mistake, and said coldly, "Fourteen years ago, do you still want me to continue talking?"

Ye Xiang stopped crying, raised her head, looked at Zhang Yiyan with a horrified expression, and then suddenly turned her head to glare at her husband.

"Fourteen years ago, you used the same technique to kill the eldest son of the Wen family. Do you remember?"

"And your motivation to kill was only because of a quarrel between children."

Ye Xiang rushed forward to fight Ding Wu, "Did you betray me?"

Everyone was shocked that there was a case within the case, and this woman actually had two lives in her hands.

The angry crowd not only scorned and cursed, but some even picked up eggs and threw vegetables at them.

Yan Junge and his people barely maintained order and calmed the masses, and it took a lot of effort to get people into the car.

He looked back at Zhang Yiyan, who was still standing there. Although his expression did not change, at this moment, Yan Junge felt that this man was really shining.

"Zhang Yiyan, get in the car,"

He wanted to ask someone to get in the car, but the other person just looked at him lightly and did not answer.

Instead, he slowly walked up to Dawen and his wife and took out a piece of red rope from his arms with two small gourds tied to it.

"Remember Wen Hao? He has been with you for 14 years. Although you can't see him, he is very happy to be with you all the time."

Dawen and his wife couldn't believe their ears, and looked at him blankly, with tears in their eyes.

"Wen Hao has reached the day of reincarnation. I hope you can let go."

"Before my two children passed away, let me say one thing: They are very happy to be your children."

"In their next life, they will have a good pregnancy and live a safe and smooth life."

Dawen and his wife hugged each other, took the red rope, thanked them, and helped them home.