After Zhou Jiaxing was taken to the police station, Zhou Hongming lost face in front of the town government officials.
Every year, the town holds a meeting of village heads to select outstanding individuals. With Zhou Jiaxing, a scoundrel, in Zhoujia Village, village head Zhou Hongming has no hope of winning this year's award, and he can't even hold his head up in front of the other village heads. If it weren't for Li Chunjiao's consideration, Zhou Hongming would have already called a village meeting to criticize Zhou Chunping's family.
"My temple is too small to accommodate a statue like you, Village Chief Zhou!" Zhou Chunping, angered by Zhou Hongming, spoke with a hint of sarcasm. A few days ago, after Zhou Jiaxing's accident, Zhou Chunping had visited Zhou Hongming's home to plead for his son, Zhou Zhigang, to keep his position as village accountant. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hongming dismissed him, saying it didn't comply with policy regulations.
Now that Li Chunjiao was divorcing Zhou Zhigang, Zhou Chunping's family had no connection to Zhou Hongming. Zhou Chunping had been irritated by Li Dafu and Zhao Qingshan all morning, and now he finally had a way to vent his anger.
"Okay, then I won't be annoying anymore. You, Zhou Chunping, can handle your own family affairs from now on. You don't need to call me anymore." Even though Zhou Hongming had a good temper, he was still furious after hearing Zhou Chunping's words. Zhou Hongming threw his hands and decided to leave it alone. He didn't care if Zhou Chunping's family would be smashed to pieces by the Zhao and Li families, or if Zhou Chunping would be beaten by his two in-laws.
Zhao Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Zhou Hongming, saying, "Village Chief Zhou, please stay. I have something else to ask you for help!"
"Uncle Qingshan, if you have anything to say, just tell me. As long as I, Zhou Hongming, can do it, I will never refuse." When Zhou Hongming was not being rude, he was always well-organized in his dealings with others. Seeing Zhao Qingshan take the initiative to talk to him, Zhou Hongming narrowed his eyes in joy.
Zhao Qingshan and Zhou Hongming's father, Zhou Dazhu, were of the same generation, so he was considered Zhou Hongming's elder. Furthermore, Zhao Qingshan was well-known in Yuyuan County. He was not only capable but also a good person, so Zhou Hongming always admired him.
"Village Chief Zhou, I'm here to appeal for justice for my son-in-law. I just heard yesterday that eight days ago, Zhou Chunping and his two sons conspired to murder my son-in-law Zhou Zhixin. I was extremely surprised and rushed to Zhoujiazhuang early this morning to see what happened." As soon as Zhao Qingshan finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.
"What? Zhou Chunping and his two sons conspired to murder?"
"Zhixin is such a good person! He has great potential. Why is Zhou Chunping so crazy?"
"Really? Is this true? A father wants to kill his own son. Is there such a thing in the world?"
"No wonder Zhou Zhixin hasn't appeared in the village these days. It's so sad!"
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"Uncle Qingshan, don't talk nonsense. You said that Zhixin and his brother were killed by Zhou Chunping and his son. Do you have any witnesses or physical evidence?" Zhou Hongming was startled and retorted subconsciously. If such a murder case really happened, their Zhoujia Village would be famous. However, this reputation would not be good. Maybe girls from other villages would not dare to marry into Zhoujia Village in the future, and girls from Zhoujia Village would not be wanted if they married into other villages! It's scary to think about relatives who would kill people at the drop of a hat.
"If there are both witnesses and physical evidence, will Village Chief Zhou make the decision for me in this matter?" Zhao Qingshan did not directly answer Zhou Hongming's words. He looked confident when he spoke, but people could not help but believe what he said.
"I..." Zhou Hongming didn't dare to say anything. This murder case, whether true or false, was under the jurisdiction of the police station. He was just a small village chief, how could he be in charge?
"Zhao Qingshan, you are talking nonsense." Zhou Chunping panicked. Besides Li Chunjiao, was there anyone else who saw what happened that day?
Zhou Chunping and his two sons had dealt with Zhou Zhixin, but it hadn't been a big deal at the time. The next day, they were still terrified when they recalled it. Now, after being exposed by Zhao Qingshan, Zhou Chunping and his two sons felt a buzzing in their heads.
"Zhou Chunping, there is a God above your head. You know in your heart whether what you say is nonsense or not." After Zhao Qingshan finished speaking, he did not even glance at Zhou Chunping. People like Zhou Chunping are too filthy, and it hurts the eyes to look at them more than a few times.
"You...I..." Zhou Chunping wanted to defend himself, but didn't know what to say. Zhao Qingshan had the evidence in his hands! Zhou Chunping would not dare to anger Zhao Qingshan at this time even if he was beaten to death.
A gust of wind blew, chilling everyone's faces and necks. Everyone had heard Zhao Qingshan's words, "There is a God above us," and several villagers huddled together in the wind.
At this moment, the roar of motorcycles came from a distance. A sharp-eyed villager saw several three-wheeled motorcycles coming into the village entrance. Sitting on the motorcycles were police officers in white uniforms.
The villager couldn't help but shout: "The police, the police are coming into the village."
Could it be that... the Zhou family father and son really killed someone? Otherwise... why did the police come? The villagers all thought so.
Now, even if Zhou Hongming wanted to leave, he couldn't. The police had come to Zhoujia Village, so there must be something going on. As the village chief, he had to be present.
Zhou Zhiqiang's face turned pale when he saw the wooden stick. He remembered that the wooden stick was specially prepared by Zhou Chunping for Zhou Zhixin. There were two of them, one in his hand and one at Zhou Zhigang's house.
That night, Zhou Zhiqiang hid in Widow He's house, thinking of showing mercy to his third brother's men. He didn't use much force when he hit Zhou Chunping with the stick, so he didn't smash his head in the dark. Seeing the bloodstained stick in Zhao Qingshan's hand, how could Zhou Zhiqiang not guess the ruthlessness of Zhou Zhigang and his men?
My third brother was definitely dead! He was beaten to death by my father and eldest brother with that stick. But somehow, Zhou Zhixin's body, which was supposed to be in Liu Moli's bed, turned out to be Zhou Daniu the next day.
Hearing the villagers shouting "The police are here", Zhou Zhiqiang's legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.
It's over. The police have finally found out about how they attacked my third brother. This was Zhou Zhiqiang's first thought.
Then, Zhou Zhiqiang remembered hearing someone say that the police station not only had "small dark rooms" but also "tiger benches." Even the toughest people would confess everything they had done after being arrested. Zhou Zhiqiang remembered that he was only thirty years old this year and hadn't even lived half of his wonderful life yet! If he was convicted of murder, he would be shot.
Zhou Zhiqiang became more and more frightened. He didn't care about the mud on the ground and crawled to Zhou Chunping's feet. He hugged Zhou Chunping's thighs and cried, "Dad, it was you and my eldest brother who attacked my third brother that night. I didn't even touch a hair on my third brother. If the police come to arrest us, you must explain it clearly to them! Don't let them arrest me by mistake."
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