All three of them had a premonition that something was wrong.

Normally speaking, given my own identity, when I come here, I wouldn’t have this expression even if I didn’t say welcome.

But soon, Lin Yi realized something was wrong.

He had seen the looks in these people's eyes when he came to Murakami yesterday!

Just not that intense!

Instinctively, Lin Yi thought that this matter was not simple!

"What are you doing here? Get out of here, you bunch of bastards!"

Just when the three of them were stunned, they suddenly saw a middle-aged woman rushing out of the crowd, pointing at the noses of the three of them and yelling curses.

Lin Yi still had some memories of the woman who was yelling and scolding. She was Song Shulan, the wife of the village chief Li Baolong and the sister of the deceased Song Guofu.

Just before the three of them could react, another woman rushed up.

She looks a bit older than Song Shulan, and she is dressed simply, like someone from the village.

"Get out of here, you are the scourges who killed my old Song. You don't deserve a good death, so get out of here!"

Faced with the sudden abuse, the three of them didn't know what to say and had no idea what was going on.

"What are you two doing! Go aside!"

Li Baolong rushed up and pulled the two women aside.

At the same time, people from the town police station came to Lin Yi and the others and isolated them from the crowd.

But the people in Murakami still looked at the three of them with angry eyes.

"Village Chief Li, what's going on with the people in your village? Colleagues from Zhonghai came here to handle the case, and they were all noisy and fussy. Isn't this ridiculous!"

The speaker is in his forties and is the director of the town police station, Liu Qiming.

"Why……"

Li Baolong sighed helplessly and said:

"A few days ago, a Taoist priest came to the village. He was good at calculations. He said suspiciously that a broom star would come to the village in the near future. He also said that he should not go out if he had nothing to do and not come into contact with outsiders, otherwise something would easily happen."

Several people looked at each other and then understood the reason for the matter.

The people in the village are not highly educated, and they all believe in these feudal superstitions.

In this matter, Song Guofu's death undoubtedly became the catalyst.

It is not surprising that they have such resistance.

"How old are we, and you still believe these things?" Liu Qiming said.

"Liu Suo, please don't make this difficult for me. I don't want them to believe it, but no one listens."

"Okay, let's get all the villagers to evacuate first, and let a few colleagues from Zhonghai see what's going on."

In terms of professional abilities, Lin Yi and the other three are naturally far ahead of Liu Qiming.

Moreover, this case also involves China Shipping's case, so it is natural for them to handle it.

"Give it all, give it all."

Li Baolong said loudly:

"I'm telling you, if you dare to interfere with the police's handling of the case, you will be arrested. Director Liu is right here. Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Seeing that something serious was about to happen, the people in Jindou Village did not dare to be too presumptuous.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish everyone, so it is okay to let them make trouble together, but no one wants to be the leader.

Suppressing the anger in the villagers' hearts, Lin Yi and the others walked to the corpse.

There was a stretcher on the ground, covered with white cloth. Lin Yi opened it and underneath was Song Guofu's body.

"Do you have any gloves? Give me a pair." Lin Yi said to Liu Qiming.

"Yes, wait a moment."

Liu Changming called someone and sent him a pair of gloves, and Lin Yi started the autopsy.

To Lin Yi's expectation, the cause of Song Guofu's death was unusually obvious: his neck was broken.

In addition, there are many small wounds on the body.

Apparently, he had a fight with the murderer before he died.

Afterwards, Lin Yi conducted a comprehensive inspection of the body and immediately returned to Zhang Hui and Zhu Junchi.

"Our guess is completely normal. The murderer has received professional training. Song Guofu's neck was twisted. This was a fatal injury. The time of death was about 28 hours, and it should have been around 8 o'clock last night."

"Eight o'clock?"

Before Zhang Hui could say anything, Song Guofu's wife, Ma Cailian, exclaimed:

"It's impossible. He called me after ten o'clock last night and said he was drinking in town and would go back later. How could something happen after eight o'clock?"

"Hmm? I called you after ten o'clock?"

Zhang Hui looked at Lin Yi, "Is it possible that the test was wrong?"

"It's impossible. When I said 28 hours, it was a conservative estimate." Lin Yi said:

"This may be a trick played by the murderer. As for how it was done, we have to investigate slowly."

Zhang Hui turned around and called Ma Cailian over.

"Are you sure you remembered the time correctly?"

"No, I still have call records."

Ma Cailian took out her phone and the three of them saw the call records.

At 10:38 last night, Song Guofu did call back.

"Are you sure the person calling you is Song Guofu?"

"It's him, I can hear it."

"When was the last time you saw Song Guofu?"

"It was around five o'clock last night." Ma Cailian said:

"He told me that he was not in a good mood. He asked some friends to go out for a drink and then went out."

"Did he take the initiative to go to town?"

Ma Cailian nodded, wiping tears and said:

"He called and said he would come back later. Because he often does this, I ignored him. When I woke up in the morning, I found that he hadn't come back all night. No one answered my call. I thought he was drunk.

When I sobered up, I didn’t take it seriously, but unexpectedly something happened.”

"Who discovered the body?" Zhang Hui looked at Li Baolong and said.

"She discovered it." Li Baolong pointed at Ma Cailian and said.

"How did you find out?"

"After I got up, I went to work on the ground. When I was digging the soil, I found a place that was a bit high, so I went over and dug a few times, and then..."

Ma Cailian burst into tears before she could finish her words, and Zhang Hui had no choice but to ask any more questions.

But you already know all the important information you need to know.

Several people stood aside and analyzed the case.

"The call at 10:38, I guess it was from the murderer." Lin Yi said:

"When Ma Haiqiang died, the murderer also used his mobile phone to send WeChat messages to his wife Sun Xue. Now he is repeating the same trick, which is not surprising."

"But there is a difference between the two." Zhu Junchi frowned and said:

"Sending a WeChat message and making a phone call are two different concepts. The sound will reveal the information."

"That's the problem, but I'm 90% sure that the person making the call is definitely not Song Guofu!" Lin Yi said:

"Think about it, Fang Daye, Ma Haiqiang, Wang Jiashu and Song Lin, their deaths were all carefully arranged by the murderers. Most people can't find any clues at all. But now, it is clear that Song Guofu died like this. There is no autopsy.
Chapter completed!