Po Meng doesn't cook soup

Sadly, Zhao Wenhe came to a small village alone. After turning around several times, he finally found the subject of his autopsy—Xiaoqing's family.

Xiaoqing's family is very enthusiastic, of course not because there are guests, but because they heard that he came to reverse the case for their daughter. They never believed that they would commit suicide, so they have been living happily for so many years. It's not very good, because they don't even know who the suspect is at the very least, but they always firmly believe that their daughter definitely did not commit suicide.

"Professor, you must help us find out. Our daughter is so well-behaved and obedient. She will never commit suicide. She has been nagging us since she was a child. She must study hard and work hard to support us when she grows up. So , she will never commit suicide." Xiao Qing's mother said tearfully, tugging at Zhao Wenhe's sleeve.

Zhao Wenhe smiled. Although he sympathized with their family's situation very much, anyone who listened to these words for a whole morning would get tired of it. However, it is really hard to reject this kind of rural women who are too enthusiastic. , "Don't worry, don't worry, I will definitely find out."

"Okay, mother-in-law, don't waste the time of the professor." Xiaoqing's father took a puff of his cigarette and said to his mother-in-law.

"Yes, yes, sorry, professor, you see, when I am happy, I forget the most important thing. We will take you there now." Xiaoqing's mother said.

"No, you just need to tell me the exact location, and I can go by myself." Considering that she is their favorite daughter after all, and now they are going to open the coffin for an autopsy, no matter how happy they are for someone to help them, seeing their daughter's body, they are also happy. It will be unbearable.

"Then, that's fine, I'll let Xiaodong take you there." Xiaoqing's mother turned her head and said to her youngest son, "Xiaodong, take the professor there and bring the shovel."

"Got it, Mom." Xiaodong nodded obediently, and went to get the shovel.

"Professor, this way."

The two walked on the road between the mountains. If it weren't for the fact that the place leading to it was a cemetery, Zhao Wenhe would have liked the scenery here very much.

Along the way, Xiaodong kept nagging Zhao Wenhe about how good his sister was, and Zhao Wenhe must help his sister find the murderer. Zhao Wenhe wished he had earplugs to block his ears.

"Here, it's here." Xiaodong pointed to a raised earthen grave and said.

The earthen tomb is very simple, just a simple earthen slope, and then a stone tablet, simply engraved with names and birth and death.

"Dig it out." Zhao Wenhe ordered.

"Yes." Xiaodong's hands trembled a little, probably from fear or excitement.

After the entire coffin was completely dug out, Zhao Wenhe told Xiaodong to go back. After all, it was hard for a young man like him to accept what happened next.

Xiaodong hesitated, "Professor, I'll just sit on the mound in front and wait for you."

Zhao Wenhe looked at the place Xiaodong was pointing at, and nodded. The place was a bit far away, but the place was empty. As long as the two of them raised their heads, they could see their actions clearly. He knew that Xiaodong was worried. After all, rural people , begging for the dead to rest in peace. Although it is to help now, but after all, it is necessary to dig the graves of their own family members. I am more or less worried. Zhao Wenhe can understand, as long as he does not hinder himself.

Zhao Wenhe took photos first, and then carefully pried open the coffin lid. The coffin was already a little rotten, so it was easy to open.

As expected, there was already a pair of bones inside.

"Well, today, in my hands, you are definitely lucky."

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