"He has been transferred to the Zhenshang police station. As you can see, we don't have anyone guarding him here," Lao Zhao explained.

It is indeed very simple here, with only one room. Usually there are four police officers working here, and sometimes they have to go up to the mountains for patrol.

"Let's talk while we eat." Old Zhao served a bowl of stew to each of Su Xiaoluo and the others, and said with a smile, "There's nothing good to treat you here, so just have a bite."

The sauerkraut stewed vermicelli has no smell of meat, but has some oil residue floating on top.

In this cold weather, eating a bowl of hot stew is also a delicious thing.

Su Xiaoluo and Wen Yu were indeed hungry, and some vinegar was added to the stew, and the light sour taste stimulated their stomachs.

After eating, the two felt much warmer. Coal was burning in the police station, and soon the heat came up.

After dinner, Lao Zhao took out a notebook filled with dense writing, including Su Ping's confession.

When Su Ping was found, his clothes were disheveled, and he was lying on top of the dead woman.

The female victim had marks of being strangled on her neck and signs of being assaulted. Su Ping said that she went to the ditch at night, but there were no eyewitnesses to prove his statement.

And what was he doing in the ditch so late at night? No one believed his testimony.

"Then can you take us to the scene to have a look?" Wen Yu asked.

"I don't think it's possible now. It's too late and the temperature outside has dropped. I'm afraid you two won't be able to stay awake dressed like this. Let's wait until tomorrow," Lao Zhao suggested.

Wen Yu was anxious, but after hearing what Lao Zhao said, there was nothing he could do.

Su Xiaoluo asked: "Where is the supply and marketing cooperative here? I also want to buy a hat like this."

Su Xiaoluo was wearing a knitted woolen hat, which made her look cute, but it was not practical in such weather.

"Tomorrow there will be a market. You can go to the market and see if there is anything you need." Lao Zhao suggested.

"Okay." Su Xiaoluo didn't want to freeze himself because of Su's matter, so he dragged Wen Yu to the market early the next morning. There were a lot of things in the market, including food, daily necessities and clothes. There were not many things, but there were a lot of people.

Su Xiaoluo hadn't eaten these mountain foods for a long time, so he quietly bought some mushrooms and some pineapples.

Going further, she bought some frozen pears and handed one to Wen Yu, who waved his hand to refuse.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Su Xiaoluo said hurriedly, "Su Ping's matter cannot be resolved in a short time. There is no point in you worrying."

Someone was selling pheasants, and Su Xiaoluo bought one. She handed the pheasant to Lao Zhao and said, "Lao Zhao, let's have chicken stewed with mushrooms for lunch."

"Okay, no problem. I'm an expert at stewing chicken." Old Zhao said with a smile as he grabbed the pheasant.

"Xiao Luo, can we come back and buy these things?" Wen Yu's brows were tightly wrinkled.

"By the time we get back, these things will probably have all been sold out." Su Xiaoluo pouted, looking a little unhappy. "Then let's go buy some hats and clothes!"

Su Xiaoluo bought a military green overcoat and a hat. I heard the hat was made of white fox fur.

The clothes and hat were quite expensive, so Wen Yu paid for them.

Lao Zhao couldn't help but be surprised. This female comrade didn't look that old, so why did this Wen Yu pay her?

"What's your relationship with this Comrade Wen? Why does he buy everything for you?" The little girl looked easy to talk to, so Old Zhao couldn't help but ask.

Su Xiaoluo glanced at Wen Yu and said with a smile: "You are my little follower."

"Little follower?" Old Zhao frowned. He had heard that Comrade Wen had been promoted to deputy director of Weicheng. He just thought that the little girl was teasing him, and since no one else said anything, he didn't ask.

The little girl has an extraordinary temperament. She must be the daughter of some important family who came out to play.

Lao Zhao said: "The aurora here is very beautiful, but it is not very common. Otherwise, you can take a look."

"Aurora?" Su Xiaoluo became interested. She counted with her fingers and her eyes lit up as she said, "I'm sure there will be a chance to see it."

Su Xiaoluo put on a hat, tied her hair into two braids, and fastened her earmuffs, revealing a pair of big eyes. This military coat was very big, and Su Xiaoluo looked like a little meat dumpling when she put it on.

"Does it look good?" Su Xiaoluo asked.

"Not bad." Wen Yu said, trying not to laugh. "Okay, we've bought everything. It's time to go to the crime scene."

Without wasting any more time, Su Xiaoluo followed them to the crime scene. The female victim was named Hu Ling, now 22 years old. She was once a worker-peasant-soldier student, and she actively responded to the call and went to the Great Northern Wilderness in person.

She and Su Ping were assigned to be teachers in Beihong Village and stayed at the home of fellow villager Gao Daquan, who is now ten years old and is a good man in the village.

Some homeless people came here, and Gao Daquan would arrange for them to live in his home. He raised a woman in her forties, who was mentally ill and mute. Everyone called her Dumb Girl.

When Dugu arrived at Beihong Village, she was still conscious. She was pregnant at the time and later gave birth to a son, but the son died of poor health. Since then, Dugu has lost her mind. Seeing that Gao Daquan was still a bachelor, the villagers suggested that they live together.

Gao Daquan's family was originally poor and could not find a wife, but he did not mind that the dumb girl was mentally ill and kept her.

Dugu was well taken care of. Gao Daquan loved his wife very much and always kept Dugu clean. Everyone said that Dugu was lucky. Even if she was mentally ill, there were still people who loved her.

When Su Xiaoluo and the others arrived at Gao's house, Dugu was sitting at the door basking in the sun with a piece of grass in her mouth. When she saw someone coming, she grinned.

Su Xiaoluo couldn't help but frown.

This is totally different from what Lao Zhao said.

At this time, Gao Daquan came out of the house, put a coat on the dumb girl, and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, who are these two?"

"These two are here to investigate Hu Ling's case." Lao Zhao introduced. "Comrade Wen Yu and Comrade Su Xiaoluo."

"We need to investigate thoroughly. Comrade Su Ping doesn't look like the murderer!" Gao Daquan said while rubbing his hands.

Su Xiaoluo said "Oh" and asked, "If you think Su Ping is not the murderer, then who is the murderer?"

Gao Daquan was stunned at first, then said jokingly: "I don't have that much ability to know who the murderer is. Didn't I send you to investigate?"

Su Xiaoluo smiled and said nothing.

"Take us to have a look." said Lao Zhao.

"Comrade Su Ping and Comrade Hu Ling were arranged to live in my house, so I let them live in these two rooms." Gao Daquan pointed to the two rooms on the side.

Although Gao Da's family was poor, his ancestors built several adobe houses, which were relatively well-equipped for living in the village.

"There are kangs in the houses, so it's still very warm." Gao Daquan said as he pushed open a door and stepped outside. "This is where Comrade Hu Ling lives."