Three days quietly passed by.
The murder case at the summit had lost its urgency among the villagers—after all, everyone was too busy with their work to discuss it daily.
But just when the village was about to regain its calm,
a police car pulled up directly in front of Old Man Qin’s house.
Three policemen stepped out from the vehicle.
When they knocked on the door, it was Qin Fugui who answered it.
Upon seeing the three policemen at the door, his legs went weak.
He became all tongue-tied.
"Comrade... what’s, what’s the matter?"
The leader of the policemen was surnamed Lu—he was in charge of this case—and he directly said, "We’re here to find Qin Fulin; is he at home?"
Qin Fugui, upon hearing that they weren’t there for him, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"He’s, he’s here."
And then he stepped aside to give them way.
But why were these officers looking for Qin Fulin? Could it be he had gotten into trouble?
The thought made his eyes widen.
He knew that this dog, Qin Fulin, always liked to act... he was never a good thing at heart.
The three policemen walked into the courtyard.
Since Old Man Qin’s family was in the middle of lunch, everyone was there.
The sight of the three policemen made them drop their chopsticks in shock.
Old Man Qin and the others came out immediately.
Before Old Man Qin could even ask,
the leading officer spoke, "Who is Qin Fulin?"
With those words, every eye in the family turned to land upon Qin Fulin.
And Qin Fugui shouted out quickly, "Him, he is Qin Fulin."
Qin Fulin’s face turned white in an instant.
Captain Lu looked over, "You are Qin Fulin?"
Qin Fulin, his mind a complete blank, nodded stiffly.
"...Yes... I am Qin Fulin."
"We’ve found that you’re related to the murder case on the mountain in Qin Family Village. Please come with us."
The color drained from Qin Fulin’s face, leaving it deathly pale, lips devoid of any life.
Realizing what was happening, Old Man Qin hurried forward, "Comrade, you must be mistaken. My son is incredibly honest, how could he possibly be related to that murder case? You must have it wrong..."
The implication that any member of his family was involved in a murder case would ruin their reputation.
He clearly never realized that his family never had any reputation to begin with.
Although Old Lady Wang didn’t much care for her eldest son, the thought of him being connected to a murder case panicked her.
"Comrade, there must be a mistake, my son has always been proper, always a worker in town! How could he possibly be involved in a murder case while living his life so well? Someone must be slandering him..."
"Right, it must be Qin Ye and his ilk who can’t stand to see us doing well, that’s why they’re framing my son..."
The thought solidified in her mind.
It had to be those troublemakers framing her son.
Qin Ye, that bastard, was seeking revenge against their whole family.
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