The reason she could remember the name but not the person was because the name Chu Qiao was the same as the female lead in a TV series she had watched.

Thinking about how someone had gone to such lengths to bring them back last time, and how he hadn't even remembered them, Chen Shuning felt a little embarrassed.

So he quickly put down his work, invited the people inside, and said to Chen Jiandang, "Jiandang, please take the two officers inside first. I'll come over as soon as I finish what I'm doing."

Chu Qiao glanced casually at the clean and tidy little house, becoming increasingly curious about what kind of girl this was.

He had seen many educated youth sent to the countryside these days. Most of them were sent there not voluntarily, but either they were full of resentment towards life or they had given up on themselves and had no hope for life.

But the girl in front of her was different. From the first time Chu Qiao saw her, she felt that this girl was full of vitality and love for life.

Seeing Chen Shuning's clean and tidy little house now, he became even more certain that although life in the countryside was tough, Chen Shuning still managed to live a fulfilling life.

After Chen Shuning put the cooked food back into the pot to keep it warm, and added a ladle of water to prevent the pot from drying out, he carried the teacup filled with hot water into the house.

As soon as Chen Shuning entered, he saw Chu Qiao sitting upright in a chair and an older policeman with an icy expression.

Meanwhile, her younger brother, who was from Sheniu Village, was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) gossiping with the police.

Yes, his younger brother is really a gangster; he even gossiped about the police.

Fearing that her outspoken younger brother might say something inappropriate, Chen Shuning quickly placed the teacup on the table.

Smiling, he took over Chen Jiandang's inquiry about the case, "I wonder what brings you two officers here today?"

"Oh, it's like this. We're here today to ask you about the death of Shen Wenge, a member of the Qingshan Brigade, as is our routine procedure."

That's just a routine procedure, don't be nervous. Just answer my questions truthfully.

It was Chu Qiao who spoke.

Chen Shuning and Shen Wenge usually didn't even speak when they met, so Chen Shuning didn't care whether he was alive or dead, and he wasn't guilty at all. So he said frankly, "No problem, just ask me any questions you have, and I promise to fully cooperate with your work."

What followed was a normal questioning session, with Chen Shuning answering all the questions he knew. He didn't say he didn't know what he didn't know, and he didn't make things up.

When Chu Qiao took out a white handkerchief embroidered with a small red flower and asked Chen Shuning if he had seen it before, Chen Shuning felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a while, she actually remembered whose it was, but she had never gotten along with that person, so if she were to come forward and testify, it would undoubtedly be another troublesome matter.

Thinking that many people in the educated youth settlement had seen this handkerchief, and that someone would probably say something even if she didn't, Chen Shuning decisively chose to say that she had never seen it before.

Because Chen Shuning had been very cooperative, the two policemen didn't suspect anything and took the items before moving on to the next location.

They found the handkerchief this morning at the crime scene, under Shen Wenge's body.

Logically speaking, Shen Wenge, a native of Heilongjiang Province, should know how terrible the winter weather is in Heilongjiang.

So under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for him to go to that cabin in the mountains alone, let alone sleep without lighting a fire. Therefore, the police had reason to suspect that Shen Wenge's death was not an accident, and that it was very likely related to the owner of the handkerchief that appeared in the cabin.

The police's suspicions were quickly confirmed when the two men questioned a female educated youth while holding a handkerchief.

It was obvious that the female educated youth's expression instantly became flustered when she saw the handkerchief.

Yang Wanqiu did recognize the handkerchief, because the little flower on it was embroidered by her own hand, so even through the plastic bag, she recognized it.

Chu Qiao noticed the momentary panic on her face.

"Yang Zhiqing, we hope you will cooperate with our work and answer the questions truthfully. Have you seen this handkerchief or not?"

You need to understand that if you lie to the police at this time, and it's confirmed that the owner of this handkerchief is related to Shen Wenge's death, you will also be sentenced for perjury. So I advise you to think carefully before answering the question.”

As if startled by Chu Qiao's words, Yang Wanqiu, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, trembled and almost fell off the kang.

He started to stutter, and first lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

"What do you know? Speak up!"

After the older policeman gave a cold shout, Yang Wanqiu finally spoke up, trembling, "This handkerchief is...it was a birthday gift I gave to Xiaohong. I don't know how it ended up in your hands?"

Having received their answers, the two exchanged a glance, and Chu Qiao continued, "Who is this Xiao Hong you mentioned? Is she also one of your educated youth? And are you sure this handkerchief belongs to her?"

"Yes, her full name is Yang Xiaohong. She is a female educated youth who came in the same batch as me. We are quite close. I've been staying home doing embroidery lately since I haven't had much to do."

The flowers on the handkerchief were embroidered by me personally, I guarantee you won't mistake them. The other day, Xiaohong came to visit and saw me embroidering this handkerchief.

She said that the little red flower perfectly matched her name, and since her birthday was coming up soon, I gave her the handkerchief as a birthday present, so I couldn't have mistaken her for someone else.

In fact, the police suspected from the beginning that the handkerchief belonged to the educated youth, because the fabric of the handkerchief was not the kind of common fabric that could be bought in the town, but rather a fine cotton cloth of better quality.

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