Song Tingyun never told Song Fei and her sister the truth about their grandfather's death. They only knew that their father lost his grandfather when he was fifteen years old.
From what the village chief said, grandpa died a violent death?
Song Fei, who had been silent the entire time, finally opened her mouth and asked the village chief, "Village chief, how did my grandfather die? Was he murdered?"
The village chief looked at the sisters in surprise and said, "Don't you know?" The village chief looked at the two sisters suspiciously, and began to doubt the identities and purposes of the two people.
The Song sisters, Song Ci, resemble their mother and bear no resemblance to Song Tingyun. Song Qingkuang's tragic death remains unsolved, making it the only unsolved case in their area. The village chief is inevitably suspicious of the sisters.
He suspected that the Songci sisters were involved with the murderer.
Song Ci saw the village chief's alertness and hurriedly explained, "It's like this. Our father usually doesn't tell us about this kind of thing. Maybe he thinks it's too bloody."
The village chief still didn't believe it.
The village chief looked at them warily and suddenly said, "Show me your ID cards."
Song Ci and Song Fei were both stunned, and then ran away with the ID card in a state of confusion. After taking the ID card and seeing that the two people were indeed surnamed Song, the village chief's doubts were slightly alleviated, but he still didn't trust them.
"Do you have anything else that can prove your identity?" The village chief said frankly, "Uncle Song's death is a big deal, and we usually don't talk about it."
"We understand that. Please wait a moment." Song Ci opened her mobile phone and found a photo of her family of four taken many years ago in the cloud album.
"Look, village chief, this is what my father looked like when he grew up. You must have seen my father."
After Song Tingyun and Jiang Shiyu retired to Wangdong City, they came to Lanying Village to pay homage to their father in the past life. He came back from far away and must have met the village chief.
Sure enough, after seeing the photo, the village chief's doubts disappeared. "Hey, Brother Yun is really capable, finding such a beautiful wife. No wonder you sisters are so beautiful too, you take after your mother."
Song Tingyun is also a handsome man, and his appearance is quite compatible with Jiang Shiyu when standing together.
After the village chief returned the cell phone and ID card to the sisters, he lit another cigarette.
The village chief spoke quietly, "Your grandfather used to live on that mountain. At that time, our village didn't have a road. The road in front of our village committee was dug with the help of your grandfather, and it was only paved with cement a few years ago."
He smoked, squinting his eyes as he gazed at the high mountains across from the village committee office. They were three mountains close together, the middle one hidden behind the mountains on either side. A giant maple leaf could be vaguely seen halfway up the mountain.
In this season, the maple trees are bare and look bleak and decadent.
"Uncle Song brought Brother Yun, who was just over a year old, to our village and settled there. I heard this from my parents. I was still in my mother's belly at that time."
"Brother Yun and I grew up together. My home was at the foot of the mountain. Kids back then were wilder than kids today. We ran up and down the mountain without feeling tired."
"Uncle Song's house has medicinal herbs planted in front of and behind it, some of which I have never seen before. Uncle Song is a very kind-hearted person. No matter who comes to see him for treatment, he will accept them."
"At that time, Uncle Song lived in a mud house made of mud bricks and wood, just like us. Uncle Song's house had two guest rooms, and there were always people staying at his house to recuperate all year round. Sometimes they were from the village, sometimes they came from the county, and sometimes they were from other provinces."
"Uncle Song's treatment fees are reasonable. He's a well-known good doctor in our area. What a pity..." The village chief sighed deeply and said, "How could such a good man die in such a tragic way?"
Song Ci subconsciously grabbed Song Fei's hand. Song Fei didn't say anything, but silently patted the back of Song Ci's hand to comfort her.
The village chief's pupils trembled. He probably thought of Uncle Song's appearance when he died. He was terrified, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "One morning, I went to play with Brother Yun. As I was walking on the road, I found something hanging under the maple tree. I thought it was something Uncle Song and his family had dried, so I didn't think much of it. I ran to the Song family, called Brother Yun, and then when I looked up, I saw Uncle Song..."
The village chief's voice was a little unsteady, and his expression was terrified. He said, "Uncle Song was hanged under the maple tree in front of the door. His nose was gouged out, and his hands were cut off..."
"As for Brother Yun, he spent the entire night hiding in the pigpen toilet. When we found him, he was lying on the dung heap like a big letter, his face blue and purple from the cold."
Song Ci shuddered all over, not daring to think about that scene.
Song Fei also frowned, with an unpleasant expression. "Where's the murderer? Has no one seen the murderer?"
"No," the village chief shook his head. "Back then, the village didn't have electricity. Every household used kerosene lamps and would close their doors and go to bed as soon as it got dark. Uncle Song and his family lived halfway up the mountain, far from the people at the foot of the mountain. The murderer could have just left whenever he wanted."
"We called the police right away, but they couldn't do anything. Back then, it wasn't like today. There were no fingerprint or hair tests for DNA. With no witnesses and no suspects, this murder became an unsolved case!"
The village chief added, "Uncle Song is well-respected in our village. He doesn't have bad relationships with anyone, and he never argues. He always speaks to everyone with a pleasant face. The murderer is most likely Uncle Song's old enemy."
Uncle Song is very young and a very good doctor, but he came to this remote place alone with his child. Isn't it just to seek refuge?
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