Director Ning weighed it up. Yan Dabao's case was here, and he couldn't run away. However, Zhan Nanhui was so determined to take Yi Datong's body away, so there might be some problems, so he made some concessions: "There is no need to investigate further. This matter is already very clear. The young people in the village who know the news have all confessed to the public security brigade and signed their confessions. There is no mistake. However, since Yan Dabao's injuries have not fully recovered, it is okay for him to rest at home for a few days. But remember, you must not leave home and cannot go anywhere. We will come back in a few days."

Director Ning said as he asked someone to go in and carry away Yi Datong's body.

Wang Guihua still wanted to stop them, but when the people from the public security brigade took out the handcuffs, Wang Guihua didn't dare to say anything. She immediately retracted her head and watched helplessly as they took Yi Datong's body away.

Yi Anan was worried, so she took the village tractor and went to the town with Zhan Nanhui.

Sitting on the tractor in the village, looking at Yi Datong with his head wrapped in a quilt, Yi Anan was still a little dazed, with indescribable feelings in her heart.

Zhan Nanhui reached out and held Yi Anan's hand.

Yi Anan smiled back at 놛.

In fact, if she lived another life, she would have been accustomed to death, but she couldn't let her father die in an unclear way.

After the public security brigade arrived, Yi Datong's body was carried in.

Yi Anan and Zhan Nanhui were waiting outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but Director Ning came out and motioned Zhan Nanhui to come forward.

Zhan Nanhui stepped forward.

"This man was indeed killed by knocking himself on the ground. There is blood in his head." Director Ning whispered, "His face turned blue because some drugs were found in his body. These drugs are not simple. They are imported."

Director Ning reported the matter to Zhan Nanhui, "But the final cause of death was still a head injury."

Zhan Nanhui lowered his voice and asked, "Does 놛 have any scars or anything?"

"Yes, but it should be caused by farm tools. It's on the calf, and there are no scars on the rest of the body." Director Ning glanced at Zhan Nanhui, "Why are you asking this? Is this person important?"

Zhan Nanhui shook his head and did not answer.

Director Ning also knew the rules, and whispered, "Because you are going back, Old Xia asked me to help you, but now it seems that Yan Fugui hates you very much, you should leave the village as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble!"

Zhan Nanhui frowned and turned to look at Yi Anan.

"Is that your wife?" Director Ning also glanced at Yi An'an and asked in a low voice, "If you need to get a divorce, I can help you. This way you can skip the village and avoid suffering!"

Zhan Nanhui said coldly: "No need!"

Director Ning sighed, "You will have to go back sooner or later, and she is just a little country girl. You are not the same kind of person as her. Now you are just obsessed with her for a while. You will regret it after this period! Zhan Nanhui, it is impossible for you to live together!"

Zhan Nanhui’s eyes became darker.

Yi Anan was waiting anxiously not far away. She saw Zhan Nanhui and Director Ning were both looking at her. It was a pity that she didn't understand lip reading, otherwise she would have known what they were saying.

After a while, Zhan Nanhui walked towards her.

Yi Anan became a little nervous.

Zhan Nanhui stepped forward and whispered, "Your father's death was indeed caused by an accidental hit on the head."

Yi Anan frowned: "Impossible, if the death was caused by trauma, why is his face blue?"

Zhan Nanhui hesitated for a moment. The inspection report of the medicine could not be shown to Yi Anan because it involved his mission. Before finding out the relationship between Yi Datong and this mission, he could not say more. This was the policy.

"It was also caused by trauma." Zhan Nanhui said, "Trauma caused breathing difficulties and breath holding. Did your father have asthma before?"

Yi Anan frowned. Yi Datong didn't have asthma, and she just saw with her own eyes that Director Ning gave Zhan Nanhui a document, but Zhan Nanhui didn't tell her.

Perhaps Zhan Nanhui concealed something about Yi Datong's death.

But why did he hide it from her? Was he afraid that she would go after Yi Da and Wang Guihua?

Zhan Nanhui saw that Yi Anan didn't believe him, so he had to continue: "There is currently no evidence to prove that your father's death is related to Wang Guihua and Yi Da, I didn't lie to you about this."

Yi Anan smiled faintly: "Okay, I understand!"

In the afternoon, Yi An'an followed the tractor back and pulled Yi Datong's body back for burial.

Maybe Zhan Nanhui had said something to the Yi family in advance, Wang Guihua and Yi Datong stopped making a fuss and quietly buried Yi Datong in the cemetery behind the village.

Standing in front of Yi Datong's grave, Yi Anan sighed softly.

Now there is nothing left for her to miss in Yanjia Village, and she will leave here as soon as possible after the New Year.

In the evening, Yi Anan finally remembered the appointment she had made with the knitting factory.

"It's okay, you can go tomorrow!" Zhan Nanhui said, paying attention to Yi Anan's emotions.

Zhan Nanhui felt a little guilty because Yi Da had hidden some things from Yi An'an.

But now there is really no evidence to prove that Yi Da was killed by Wang Guihua and others. After all, those foreign medicines are not something an ordinary country woman can get.

Wait until you find out the truth, then tell Yi Anan.

Perhaps because it was cold at night, Yi Anan couldn't help but curl up.

Zhan Nanhui took off his shoes, got on the kang, and lay down next to the woman. He turned sideways, trying to get his body close to Yi Anan without touching her.

He pulled up his quilt and covered Yi Anan with half of it.

Zhan Nanhui was thinking when Yi Anan suddenly turned around.

Zhan Nanhui thought Yi Anan had woken up and was a little flustered. He lowered his eyes and saw that one button of the woman's shirt was undone.

Yi Anan's long hair fell behind her, which made her small face look even whiter and smoother. She was small and cute, with a genuine yet seductive charm. There was a shocking feeling that made Zhan Nanhui unable to take his eyes away.

Zhan Nanhui's breathing became more and more rapid. He recited the text silently in a low voice, then read the Heart Sutra, and then the three principles and nine points of attention. However, after reading them all, he still couldn't stay calm and abstinent. His eyes, nose, and heart were focused on the little goblin in front of him!

Zhan Nanhui clenched his fists and stared at the woman's slightly opened red lips, which seemed as beautiful as rose petals covered with dew.

At present, I dare not think about other places, but I have tasted those lips...

Zhan Nanhui suddenly came forward and kissed the woman's lips tightly. After restraining himself for a long time, he finally raised his hand and placed it on the woman's body. His mind was blank and he even forgot to breathe!