Captain Qin could no longer bother with bringing anything; he just went out into the rain directly.
"Police comrade, what’s the matter?"
The police spoke directly, "Yesterday evening, Qin Ye discovered a set of human bones on the mountain. We are here to investigate."
Upon hearing this, Huang Cuihua was nearly scared to death... Was this a homicide?
Captain Qin was also startled.
"Human bones? Which mountain?"
His face was actually somewhat pale.
He cursed Qin Ye half to death in his mind.
This kid must be sick—in the face of such a major incident in the village, he didn’t even report it to him, the team leader. He should have told him last night.
He wouldn’t be completely in the dark, clueless about the situation.
After all, he was still the team leader! A life had been lost in the village, and yet he, the team leader, was completely oblivious. What would the police think of this, or the town’s commune?
"On the northern mountain, I ask you, has anyone in your village gone missing or died accidentally without being buried in the past few years?"
Upon hearing this, Captain Qin thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head, "It doesn’t seem so."
Who in the village died... and wouldn’t be buried in the cemetery?
"What about outsiders? Have any passed through the village? I mean, apart from those intellectual youths assigned to your village."
Captain Qin considered it again, "There have been, I guess! But I don’t have a strong impression because even if there were, they didn’t stay for long before leaving."
The police asked a few other questions, then left upon realizing they couldn’t get anything more out of him.
Captain Qin saw them go, but the tension in his heart did not ease.
Huang Cuihua, who had been silent until now, found her voice again, "Head of the household, who do you think the deceased is?"
Captain Qin immediately glared at her, "What’s it to you who it is? Don’t be nosy."
Huang Cuihua: "..."
"Didn’t you see my clothes are all wet? Hurry up and find me some clothes... and a raincoat too. I’m going to Qin Ye’s house to have a look."
It wasn’t long before the whole village knew there seemed to be a homicide in their village.
The Qin Family was no exception, and the police had also questioned them.
Once they left, Qin Fugui began gossiping, "Who do you think the deceased is? There haven’t been any accidental deaths in our village!"
A shadow of gloom flitted across Qin Fulin’s eyes.
But none of the Qin Family noticed it.
The Qin Family was quite superstitious about death, especially the two elders; the older they got, the more fearful they became of such matters.
So when the youngest son spoke, both Old Man Qin and Old Lady Wang were quite unhappy.
They both glared at the youngest son, growling, "Shut up."
Old Lady Wang also rarely scolded her youngest son with such a stern voice, "Why are you blabbering about such unlucky matters? It’s none of our business who the dead person is. We didn’t kill them."
Talking about this first thing in the morning, aren’t the police being a bit thoughtless?
Qin Fugui was silenced by the scolding.

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