"What else?" Zheng Qingshan has begun to believe Liu Qiang.
"Xiuying knows who that man is. He is in the next village. Everyone calls him Gouwa. Gouwa also hides one of Xiuying's shoes. You can search for it."
Zheng Qingshan patted Liu Qiang's arm and said, "Stay here quietly, Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang. Follow me."
…
In less than half an hour, the police car roared to Xialiu Village next door.
Many people gathered in front of Gou Wa's house, and his nephew was wearing white clothes to receive the visitors.
Everyone was having a feast, and according to the procedure, the coffin had been buried.
"Hey, uncle You has been doing his job honestly all his life. He didn't even get a wife, so he left just as soon as he said he wanted to. It's really a miserable life."
"Yes, uncle, he has been buried. I hope he will have a good pregnancy in his next life."
Zheng Qingshan said coldly: "I understand your mood. But I am a policeman and I must act according to the rules."
Zheng Qingshan pushed him away impatiently and walked straight in.
"What's going on?"
"Get out of the way! If anything is found, your behavior will interfere with the handling of the case."
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I rushed over, overturned the altar table, and threw Gouwa's photo to the ground.
Zheng Qingshan's scalp was numb after seeing it. She slammed the diary shut and said to Gouwa's nephew: "Your uncle is suspected of murder. I am now officially informing you that the funeral is suspended. I will send someone to take the body away in the afternoon."
Sure enough, I didn't see a coffin in the yard. It must have just been buried.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are being unreasonable. My uncle has just been buried. What do you mean? You want to open a museum, right?!"
He stepped forward and picked up the shoe and looked at it.
"No way!" Gouwa's nephew, including the nearby folks, suddenly exploded.
Is there really such a mysterious thing in the world?
"Impossible, my uncle is so honest, he must have picked up these shoes."
Gouwa's nephew was so anxious that he jumped up and down, "Comrade policemen, you really can't open it. It's unlucky to open the coffin of a person who has just died. If you open it, our family will not be able to stay in the village in the future."
Obviously, he has decided from the bottom of his heart that Gou Wa is the murderer.
Gouwa's nephew was frightened, but still refused to give in. He raised his arms and shouted: "Folks, please tell me why someone digs up someone's coffin right after they die..."
Gouwa's nephew suddenly lost his temper, "My uncle has just been buried, and you accuse him of murder, and you police officers are still going to be unreasonable? My uncle lived a pure and innocent life, why do you insult his reputation after his death!"
Gouwa's nephew was confused and opened the coffin for an autopsy. In the countryside, this was a bad omen.
Just as he was talking, several policemen walked in, and the one at the front was Zheng Qingshan.
Throw it directly into the yard and open it for everyone to look at.
***
At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Zheng Qingshan led a group of police officers to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy.
Everyone looked at each other.
As soon as he finished speaking, a villager pointed to the pile of relics and said tremblingly: "Then, what is that?"
Gouwa's nephew's eyes widened and he looked back at the black and white photo placed in the middle of the main room.
"If you dare to say one more thing, I will arrest you for interfering with the investigation of the case and gathering a crowd to cause trouble."
"Uncle, what did you do? I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have an uncle like you!"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Gouwa's nephew was about to sing and cry when suddenly a sharp-eyed man pointed at a woman's shoes and asked:
"What is this? Is this your uncle's?"
"Brother Zheng, aren't these Zhang Xiuying's shoes? They are exactly the same as the evidence photos we took!" Xiao Wang said in surprise.
"My uncle's things were indeed burned clean. I saw it with my own eyes. On the day of the fire, he ran out wearing autumn clothes and long trousers. How could there be women's shoes?"
Turning around, he stamped his feet towards the black and white photo,
The man was carrying Zheng Qingshan and the others on his chest, not wanting them to go in.
Zheng Qingshan quickly dug out the relics and found it was a broken diary. When she opened it, she saw Gouwa's crooked handwriting on it.
…
They are women's cloth shoes, and they are embroidered with complicated flowers. It looks like the style was popular decades ago.
Zheng Qingshan glanced at him indifferently. At this time, she was already eighty-nine percent convinced of Zhang Xiuying's dream.
There were only a few pages in total, but one page recorded the process of his assault on Zhang Xiuying with disgusting and obscene words.
Immediately he became angry: "Comrade police, you are not joking like this. My uncle just died last night and was just buried in the ancestral grave this morning. He has no children or a wife in his life. He is very honest and responsible. Why?"
Maybe killing people? Are you mistaken?"
Zheng Qingshan snatched the shoes and looked at them carefully, "They are Zhang Xiuying's shoes. I looked at the physical evidence with my master back then. Zhang Xiuying only left one shoe, and the other one disappeared."
Just as Gouwa's nephew was about to rush forward, he saw Zheng Qingshan's eyes were stern and righteous.
"Hmph! Just take it, I can't find anything today, let me see how you explain it to me!" Gouwa's nephew angrily took out all Gouwa's belongings.
With a roar, the crane hoisted the coffin and landed heavily on the ground. Zheng Qingshan stepped forward and said, "Open the coffin."
Gouwa's nephew caught up and said, "Comrade police, you can search if you want, but let me tell you the truth, my uncle has lived a miserable life. He used to live in a shack. There was a fire in the shack some time ago and all his belongings were taken away."
Everything was burned clean, and what he has left now are all new clothes and shoes that I just bought for him. If you find anything, I won’t say anything. If you don’t find anything, this matter is not over today.
!”
"Your uncle is Wu You, and his nickname is Gou Wa?"
Gouwa's nephew came forward to greet him in confusion, "Comrade police, what are you..."
Zheng Qingshan was also very unsure and felt that she was impulsive, but she had reached this point and there was no possibility of turning back.
Gouwa's nephew was stunned, "No, I bought all the things I bought for my uncle, but not this one. Huh?"
He could only bite the bullet and order: "Take out all the things your uncle left behind. We want to search the scene."
The new grave that was just buried in the morning will be opened in the afternoon. Many people are waiting to see the joke.
The news spread throughout the country, and nearby villagers came to watch.
"Look, they are all clothes and shoes. Look how new they are. I just bought them for him. He left without wearing several of them. My poor uncle..."
The neighbors quickly sided with Gouwa's nephew.
"We suspect that he is related to a murder case 20 years ago, and now we have to go in and search."
However, the folks and neighbors who had been supportive just now suddenly disappeared with a roar and went back to their homes, muttering as they walked:
"It's true that I know people but not their hearts. Gouwa used to seem quite honest..."
"Yes, it's not over yet. You guys just poured dirty water on Gouwa's head after he died. You're bullying an honest person, right?!"
Several policemen stepped forward to stop Gouwa's nephew, while others stepped forward to open the coffin.
Zheng Qingshan took the photo and asked a village elder to verify it himself. He shouted, "Confirm it is Wu You. Take the body back."