Now the cow is not dead, why does this matter seem a bit strange?
One villager slapped his forehead, remembering something: "Liu Mazi is Song Chunhua's cousin! The two families often visit each other during festivals!"
This discovery made everyone suddenly realize:
"Didn't they say that when the cow fell off the cliff, Second Uncle Song only managed to grab his own niece? Why is the cow fine now? And why was it even taken to the Song cousins?"
"Oh, could it be that the child was thrown down on purpose?"
"What do the Song family want? Throwing their eldest grandson away for nothing?"
"Tsk tsk, if he really threw the child down on purpose, that would be murder! He'd be sentenced..."
The police officer snapped the handcuffs onto Song Chunhua's left hand and said, "Let's go. If you have anything to say, go to the police station and tell us whether the child fell off a cliff and died, or was he murdered by you?"
The onlookers shook their heads, enjoying the fun.
"This is terrible. It's a crackdown now. I might get shot right away."
"Of course not. I heard last month that someone from the neighboring village stole a pound of flour from the brigade and was sentenced to fifteen years. Murder is definitely punishable by a heavier sentence."
"Hey, that makes my neck feel cold..."
The police grabbed Song Chunhua and said bluntly, "Let's go!"
Although it was summer, Song Chunhua shuddered at the cold touch of the pure steel handcuffs.
Hearing what the villagers around him said, he was so frightened that his eyes trembled and he shook his head desperately: "No! No! I didn't kill anyone, I won't go!"
The police had no patience to listen to her arguments.
After all, which suspect doesn’t claim to be innocent before being arrested?
After a few rounds of beating, he confessed everything.
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