"It's a public trial..." Sanni whispered, "From the looks of it, those people on the sign seem to be hooligans."
As she said this, she murmured softly, saying that hooligans should be arrested and paraded through the streets to make them lose face and see if they dare to commit crimes again in the future!
Chen Chunhua raised her eyebrows. The people who were arrested now were not just going to be publicly tried and paraded through the streets to embarrass themselves. They were probably going to be reborn.
"The parade is about to begin! The parade is about to begin again!!" A tall man in front of them excitedly shouted to the people around him, as if the public trial was over.
In fact, before the public trial, this group of people would be tied together with ropes and made to swim in a circle. After the public trial, they would have to swim in a circle again.
The difference is that after the public trial, a sign will be hung around the criminal's neck with your name and crime written on it, and a photo will be taken as a souvenir, in an effort to make your face look bad for thousands of years to come.
"Hey, make way, make way, move to the side! Don't block the road!" Law enforcement officers came over scattered in front to direct order and asked everyone who was watching to move to the side of the road.
Chen Chunhua and the others were originally at the end, but now that everyone had pulled over, they were able to squeeze to the front of the road thanks to the tricycles.
I saw a military green sidecar motorcycle slowly driving from the front square, with three law enforcement officers in white uniforms and hats sitting on it. Behind them were a group of criminals who were walking staggeringly with their heads hanging and looked like they could collapse at any time.
Basically, two law enforcement officers are needed on the left and right to hold the vehicle before it can be dragged forward.
From time to time, there were bursts of curses from the crowd watching the excitement. Some were spitting, some were cursing, and some were praising, saying how well the catch was!
Chen Chunhua and Ma Sanni were already at the back of the street, so they waited for a long time but didn't see the parade coming. They both stuck their heads out to see farther and found that everyone was also sticking their heads out.
Forget it, just wait.
Finally, the green sidecar motorcycle appeared. The eyes of the group of people here lit up instantly and they stretched their necks again to see what the criminal looked like.
When she looked up, Chen Chunhua saw someone she knew.
Oh! Isn't that Zhu Laosan walking first? The one following behind him is his son!
Zhu Xingwang? So that was the little pig killer's real name, but his family probably wouldn't prosper anymore. Both of them were labeled with more than one crime: hooligan, rapist, and even a murderer?
Chen Chunhua was shocked. This father and son actually killed someone?
"Isn't that Zhu Laosan and his son? They've finally been caught! Bah!" Two aunties were standing behind Ma Sanni. They finally saw the people parading in front of them through the gaps between the necks of the people, and started cursing.
"It's them! How many good girls have they ruined? They should have been shot long ago!"
"WC! So disgusting! They have murderers hanging around their necks?!" Another middle-aged man nearby also joined the conversation.
"That's murder!" the auntie replied. "Didn't that young wife surnamed Ling jump into the river because she couldn't stand it anymore? That happened at the beginning of the year. Her family is so unkind. Zhu Laosan gave them money and they acted as if nothing had happened."
"What kind of good man can marry his daughter to the Zhu family?"
"that is……"
After Donghua ran away that year, Zhu Laosan's family apparently managed to find a wife, but she died of illness within two years. The father and son were butchers, but after the reforms, they set up their own butcher stall and made quite a bit of money.
After one wife died, he married another. The two aunts said that they were from the same village as Zhu Laosan. In the past ten years, they saw his family marry several wives, but none of them lasted for a few years. Some jumped into the river, some hanged themselves, and some died of illness or ran away.
In the end, no one in the local area dared to marry their daughters there, so they went to other places to marry wives. The place was far away, and their family probably wouldn't even know that their daughter had passed away.
Even if they knew, someone like the Ling family would have taken a train and brought people to the house to cause trouble, but Zhu Laosan had to shed blood and the matter was settled. This is also what the Zhu family father and son have been accustomed to doing over the years.
The people around believed that they were all from the same village, and since the woman's family didn't care, why should they meddle in other people's business? So for all these years, no one went to the police to report it.
Perhaps there was, but to some extent, isn't this a family matter? In the end, it all comes to nothing.
But if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Especially this year, when we encountered a severe crackdown.
There are more than just two families with daughters-in-law from other places. It is said that before the autumn harvest, a couple came and said that their daughter had married Zhu Xingwang and had been living here with him for several years. In the first two years, they sent letters and telegrams, but there has been no news in the past two years.
The last time she sent me a message, she said she was pregnant. They thought that having and raising a child would be very demanding, so they might not have time to send me a message. They also had grandchildren to take care of, so they didn't have time to come over.
But there has been no news for two years, so I took advantage of some free time to come and see if anything had happened.
Of course something had happened. His daughter hadn't even been found, and Zhu Laosan had claimed she'd run off with the child. He'd wanted to punch her if he asked any more questions. He'd just paid a large sum of money in the spring, and now another debt collector had come to collect it. How could he possibly even bother with that?
How could they accept this? So the old couple went to the county public security bureau to report the case.
To be honest, everyone here likes to make money, and not many people have time to do petty theft, which would get them caught on the spot or reported for hooliganism.
People were worried about meeting the crackdown targets, so as soon as they took on this case, they started the investigation very actively and proactively.
Not reporting proactively and the police coming to question you are two different things.
The people around the Zhu family sorted out all the information from those years like spilling the beans, and then they had to discuss it with family and neighbors to see if there was anything they had missed. The transcripts of the interrogation alone took up several large pages.
The captain in charge of the case saw this and thought, "What are we waiting for? Let's arrest them!"
Even if the old couple's daughter really ran away on her own, the things that the Zhu father and son did were considered improper relationships between men and women, enough to get them shot several times.
Originally, they were imprisoned for hooliganism.
The team leader, having nothing else to do, went to the Zhu family's house. The house wasn't shabby, but it was old. However, the dirt in the backyard looked quite new and a little loose...
The captain called two young men over with two shovels and started digging. As they dug, things got serious. There was no forensic doctor in their county, so they had to ask the provincial government for one.
The forensic doctor instructed his apprentice to arrange the bones one by one, and told them not to mix them up. He patted the captain's shoulder.
"The next time we meet will probably be in the province. Remember to treat me to a promotion drink."
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