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When we arrived at the village headquarters, we packed up our things and set out for the town. Just like when they arrived, Song Qing took Chen Hao's car and Zhang Yiyan took Yan Junge's car.

At the end of the day, Song Qing and Yan Junge had no communication except work.

Considering Zhang Yiyan's injury, Yan Junge specially arranged the back seat, including cushions, small blankets, purified water, and snacks.

Seeing how comprehensive the preparations were, Zhang Yiyan raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you think I'll use you as the driver this time?"

",,,"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yan Junge wished he could beat himself to death at that time, holding his arm and sending him to the car.

"I was wrong. I was really wrong. How about we start driving? Let the past be done. I will be fine in the future."

Zhang Yiyan was in a good mood and nodded, "I'll give you a chance."

"Thank you."

After getting in the car, Zhang Yiyan began to close his eyes and rest his mind. He felt that a beam of light had been added to the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and a smile appeared on his lips. His merits increased and his mental strength improved. It was good.

After wandering onto the highway, Yan Junge glanced at the corners of his raised lips through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but smile.

When they arrived at the local prison, Wang Tao and Ding Kun interrogated him while others observed.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Wang Xiu still insisted that Zhang Qingjun went out to work because of a disagreement with him.

Wang Tao directly dumped the photo, "Look, Wang Qingjun's body has been found, you are cruel enough."

"Specialize in hitting the fatal places. If you don't worry, you will strangle your neck."

"Hou Qiang has already confessed that he committed the wrong thing because of listening to your prayer."

After being silent for ten minutes, Wang Xiu finally admitted that he had collaborated with two people to murder Zhang Qingjun.

It turned out that Zhang Qingjun entered Wang Xiu's house upside down and was always looked down upon by her family. As time went by, Zhang Qingjun decided to go out to work and asked Hou Qiang to take care of the family before leaving.

Over time, Wang Xiu was unwilling to be lonely, and Hou Qiang often came to care about her, and the two of them no longer had any worries.

Because the two families were close to each other, Hou Qiang was entrusted by Zhang Qingjun, and the relationship between the two was relatively secretive, so no one discovered what happened between them. Zhang Qingjun, who had a big grudge, was even more grateful to Hou Qiang.

Later, at a rural banquet, Wang Xiu met Ye Teng, a chef at the village banquet. Ye Teng, who was young, strong and capable of making money, quickly gained Wang Xiu's favor.

Wang Xiu no longer cared about the eyes of outsiders, and hosted a banquet with Ye Teng, going out in pairs, and rumors quickly spread in the village.

The two of them didn't take this to heart, and Wang Xiu even lived with Ye Teng directly and moved into Ye Teng's home.

Finally, on New Year's Eve 13 years ago, Zhang Qingjun returned home from work. Wang Xiu used working in the town as an excuse and was often away from home.

Only two days after returning home, Zhang Qingjun was baffled by all kinds of looks of sympathy, ridicule, contempt, and disdain.

At this time, he thought of his big brother Hou Qiang. At first Hou Qiang was unwilling to say more and only reminded him of Ye Teng's existence.

After thinking about it all night, Zhang Qingjun decided to catch the traitor.

Unable to resist Big Brother Zhang Qingjun, Hou Qiang finally agreed to accompany him after his entreaties and greetings with good wine and food. When they arrived in town, it turned out to be true as rumored.

Ye Teng was a tall man, so Zhang Qingjun didn't get any advantage, so he brought Wang Xiu back angrily. During this period, Hou Qiang even persuaded him to do more things than do less things, and he could tolerate it as long as he could.

The more Zhang Qingjun tried to overcome the hurdle in his heart, the whole village knew that he had a green grassland above his head, and he beat Wang Xiu in anger.

Wang Xiu therefore rested in bed for a few days. Over the past few days, she had been thinking that instead of being beaten to death by Zhang Qingjun, it would be better to strike first.

When the injury was almost healed, Wang Xiu immediately asked Hou Qiang for help, remembering his old relationship. Hou Qiang refused at first, but Wang Xiu begged him for a long time.

He also said that if Zhang Qingjun knew that the two were having an affair, he would never let him go.

After the final calculation, Hou Qiang agreed, but he put forward a condition, that is, Ye Teng must help.

After all, Hou Qiang was already 60 at the time, and he was short in stature, so there was no way he could be Zhang Qingjun's opponent. Zhang Qingjun was 44 years old at the time.

After some deliberation, Ye Teng agreed.

Wang Xiu took advantage of Zhang Qingjun's deep sleep at night and called the two men on the phone. They hit Zhang Qingjun on the head and chest with a hammer and a wooden stick.

In the end, Wang Xiu was worried and found a rope to strangle Zhang Qingjun's neck. He didn't stop until he heard the sound of bones breaking.

The three of them used carts to transport the body to the stone forest overnight to dig a pit and bury it. After that, whenever anyone asked, they would always explain it away by saying they were not in a relationship and Zhang Qingjun was away working.

After Wang Xiu finished speaking, he didn't feel that he was wrong. He repeatedly emphasized that if he didn't take action, he would be the one who died.

Ye Teng was relatively calm and seemed to have accepted the result.

Hou Qiang, 73, burst into tears and fell to his knees, regretting what had happened.

After the case is clearly investigated and handed over to superiors, what awaits them next will be a trial.

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When everything was over and it was getting dark, after some discussion, we decided to stay one more night and set off the next morning.

Wang Tao specially found a big restaurant to entertain them, opened two tables and ordered a lot of local dishes.

As soon as he sat down, Ding Kun and several of his colleagues came over to take a photo with Zhang Yiyan.

Zhang Yiyan smiled and nodded, and they almost jumped with excitement.

"Zhang Ke, we all like you very much. You are a role model for our generation."

"Yes, Zhang Ke, you are very handsome when you are handling cases."

"Zhang Ke, how did you find the burial place?"

"Yeah, so many of us haven't found it yet. You're so awesome."

Wang Tao saw them excitedly surrounding Zhang Yiyan, and then he recognized that this was the Zhang Ke he had been talking about before. As expected, a person cannot be judged by his appearance.

"Okay, okay, you guys are acting like chasing stars, eat first, there will be plenty of time to chat later."

Only then did a few people return to their seats, the food was served quickly, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Try it, it's not as exquisite as the ones in the city, but it's all free-range poultry."

The dishes on this table were relatively heavy. Yan Junge glanced at Song Qing subconsciously and saw that she was frowning and not eating much.

There was also Zhang Yiyan who didn't use his chopsticks much, and he couldn't do it either because he was too harsh.

Yan Junge stuffed a few mouthfuls of meat and his mouth was full of oil. He saw from the corner of his eye that Zhang Yiyan didn't eat much, and he sighed silently. This ancestor was also very picky about food, blatantly so.

He took a small bowl and poured boiling water on it. Based on his previous memory, he picked out a few vegetables that Zhang Yiyan could eat. After passing through the water, he put them in his bowl and said, "Rinse them, let's eat."

Zhang Yiyan glanced at him in surprise, but unexpectedly he was quite attentive. The corners of his eyes raised slightly, "I'm determined."

"In a word, are your shoulders still feeling uncomfortable? I see that you haven't been moving."

The gravedigger did not attack Yan Junge with all his strength at first, so he should be the target. He just used Yan Junge to disrupt his actions, as if he knew he would block it for Yan Junge.

Therefore, that punch was merciless. If he hadn't practiced for many years, he would probably have taken away half his life.

"It's just a little sore and numb, nothing serious."

Yan Junge thought of the bruised shoulders he saw last night and frowned, "I'll help you rub the medicated oil again tonight."

After thinking for a while, he finally nodded.

"It's work."

"Hey, why are you so polite?"