Chapter 97 introduces another murder investigation.

Around noon, in Guitu Village.

At this moment, the courtyard of a villager's house was filled with a large crowd of onlookers.

An old woman with a full head of white hair was crying bitterly over a corpse.

A kind-hearted middle-aged woman standing nearby, holding a little girl in her arms, also had a sorrowful expression on her face and kept wiping away tears.

Upon seeing this, many villagers began to discuss it.

"Hey, what happened? How did Huang Dahan die?"

"I heard that he was drunk and accidentally fell in the yard, hitting his head on a sickle in the corner and dying."

"My God, this is so bloody! That Huang Dahan is really unlucky!"

"It's good that he's dead. That Huang Dahan drank all the time and beat not only his wife and children, but even his mother. This kind of beast should have died long ago."

"Exactly, those kids were pitiful too. With a father like that, even in death they can't find peace..."

"That Huang Dahan is inhuman. I heard he almost sold Zhaodi again to pay for his drinks."

"Forget it, the person's dead, let's say no more..."

Shen Zhao and Jiang Xun rushed over from the town and heard these voices as soon as they entered the courtyard.

The two didn't say anything, and went directly to ask Brother Wang, the captain of the third militia team.

Brother Wang recounted everything he had seen and witnessed.

Basically, their patrol team happened to hear cries for help when they reached the village.

As soon as I ran into the yard, I saw Huang Dahan's head hitting the sickle, and the ground was covered in blood.

So someone was sent to the town's public security bureau to report the case, which led to the current situation.

"Who was calling for help at that time?" Shen Zhao frowned.

Jiang Feiyan, who was standing nearby, said, "It's Huang Dahan's mother, Granny Huang."

"Okay, I understand." Shen Zhao looked at Brother Wang: "Captain Wang, could you please disperse the crowd? Dr. Jiang needs to do some examinations."

"Okay, wait a moment!" Brother Wang then called to everyone and chased away the villagers who had come to watch the commotion.

Only about 20 militiamen remained at the scene, along with Jiang Xun, Shen Zhao, and a few members of the Huang family.

Jiang Xun glanced at the militia and said in a calm voice:

"There are too many of you here, so there's no point in keeping you here. Just let Comrade Jiang stay and keep an eye on things. The rest of you can do as you please."

“Uh…” Brother Wang glanced at Shen Zhao, who nodded in agreement, so he had no choice but to say:

"Alright, then we'll go patrol other areas first. If you need anything, just have Feiyan come find us."

As he spoke, he turned to Jiang Feiyan and gave her a few instructions.

Jiang Feiyan nodded, indicating that she understood.

After everyone left, the courtyard suddenly became much emptier.

Old Mrs. Huang was still lying on the corpse, crying her heart out, completely oblivious to what was happening around her.

However, Huang Dahan's wife, Zhao Di's mother, looked at Jiang Feiyan and the others with some confusion, and stepped forward to whisper:

"Officers, is there anything else you need?"

Shen Zhao said expressionlessly, "Well, we need to examine the body and see what's going on first."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Di's mother looked sad and sighed, "But my husband died in an accident, there's nothing to see here."

“This is just a routine check.” Shen Zhao glanced at her. “Please help the old lady to her room. We’re about to begin.”

"Alright..." Zhao Di's mother gave a wry smile, then stepped forward to persuade her mother-in-law and helped her into the room.

Six-year-old Zhaodi followed behind her mother and grandmother, her little hands gripping tightly, her lips pursed, occasionally turning her head to look into the yard.

Jiang Feiyan noticed this and gave her a friendly smile.

Xiao Zhaodi's pupils contracted in fear, and she quickly turned her head away.

Jiang Feiyan assumed she was just shy and smiled without giving it much thought.

Soon, Jiang Xun put on gloves and prepared for the autopsy, asking Jiang Feiyan to take notes for him as she had done last time.

Shen Zhao stood aside and carefully inspected the situation in the courtyard.

After inspection, Jiang Xun discovered several suspicious points.

The deceased, Huang Dahan, died from hitting his head hard on the sickle.

But the angle at which he bumped into something looked like he was pushed from the front, not like he fell down on his own.

Secondly, it had rained a couple of days ago, and some moss grew on some of the bricks at the entrance.

If you're not careful, it's easy to slip and fall when you step on it.

Huang Dahan's cloth shoes had some oil stains on the soles, which made it even easier for an accident to happen.

The combination of these two points of doubt makes things a bit suspicious.

After listening to his account, Shen Zhao frowned, and suddenly recalled the gossip he had heard when he first entered the hospital.

"I'll ask Granny Huang and her daughter-in-law about it later. You two stay and check on things together."

"Okay, sure." Jiang Xun and Jiang Feiyan exchanged a glance and nodded.

......

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Old Mrs. Huang sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away her tears and sighing incessantly.

Zhao Di's mother stared blankly out the window, while little Zhao Di tugged at her clothes, her voice weak as she said, "Mom... I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid..." Zhao Di's mother, her eyes red-rimmed, turned around and hugged her daughter tightly, murmuring, "It'll be alright...it'll be alright..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Di's mother nervously opened the door, and when she saw that the person who came in was that beautiful woman, she felt inexplicably relieved.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.

Jiang Feiyan looked up at her: "It's like this, Captain Chen said he wants you to go to the main room, he has some questions for you."

"...Did you find out something?" Upon hearing this, a hint of panic flashed in Zhao Di's mother's eyes.

Jiang Feiyan noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow: "It's nothing, just a routine inquiry."

"Oh, okay." Zhao Di's mother nodded blankly and prepared to walk out.

"Mom!" Little Zhaodi rushed over, hugging her tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "I don't want you to go..."

Zhao Di's mother's throat tightened for a moment, and she comforted her, "Zhao Di, let go quickly, Mom will be right back."

"No...I don't want to!" Little Zhaodi's eyes were filled with tears as she bit her lip and shook her head repeatedly.

She was afraid that once her mother left, she would never come back.

Seeing this, Jiang Feiyan took out a hard candy from her pocket and said softly:

"Little sister, here's a piece of candy for you. Your mother will be back soon, don't be afraid."

"I don't want candy, I just want my mom!" Little Zhaodi burst into tears and wouldn't listen to any persuasion.

There was no other way, so Zhao Di's mother could only carry little Zhao Di with her...