Chang Qing looked at the tears of the main family, and his expression did not fluctuate.

How the old man died, she knew very well.

Lu Mingzhan saw that the main family and a few people carried the coffin to the old man, and there were already white cloths, shrouds and mud tiles in the coffin.

When the coffin was placed in the countryside, the deceased rested on a few pieces of mud in the house.

Although there are few tiles now, it is not difficult to find them in the countryside.

Lu Mingzhan twisted his posture unscrewed the mineral water bottle, squatted beside Chang Qing to wash his hands for her.

When Chang Qing saw him, his originally sad mood improved a lot, and he quietly scrubbed his hands.

Lu Mingzhan said in a low voice: "Wait and take a look, and then go back to the city after dinner." ”

"Do you want to rub the rice of the white thing?" Chang Qing also asked him in the same small volume.

"yes. Lu Mingzhan replied with a smile.

After Chang Qing dried his hands, he didn't let him use them again.

His hands are not all good, and she is reluctant to let him use his hands indiscriminately, in case the injury is worse.

After Chang Qing packed up all her things, she carried her backpack onto Lu Mingzhan's back, and she held two bright flashlights in her hands.

After the old man entered the coffin, he began to cover the coffin, because this time the coffin was not officially opened, and the lid of the coffin was not completely closed, but a narrow slit was left, and the lid was closed and nailed when he was buried tomorrow.

Chang Qing and Lu Mingzhan walked behind them to illuminate them, while a young man who led the way walked in front to lead the way for the few people carrying the coffin.

Although it was completely dark, it was not difficult to walk with a few flashlights.

Even so, the way back took more than ten minutes longer than when I came.

Zhao Guang and Grandpa Mo were relieved when they saw the light on the col.

Grandpa Mo came with me today, and he realized that it is not easy to be evergreen.

If they didn't come along, and she went to the mountains alone with a few men to bury the dead?

It's just a girl on the big night, not to mention how dangerous it is.

Grandpa Mo said: "Xiaoguang, it's not easy for you Sister Qingqing." ”

Zhao Guang's eyes kept staring in the direction of the mountain pass, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will be good to my evergreen sister." ”

"I'm not qualified to ask you for anything, I'm just a problem for her, I can't do anything for her, and I give her trouble. ”

"You may have given Sister Evergreen a home, and when you come home, you will have a home for hot meals. ”

Grandpa Mo's expression was stunned and he laughed, "Yes, Grandpa also gave you such a home." ”

Zhao Guang didn't speak, looking at the direction of the light like a stone statue.

The coffin was lifted to the parking place and lowered, and several people were panting like cows.

On a cold day, they had sweat on their foreheads.

The master said earnestly, "I have already informed the family that they are ready to eat, and you must come to the house for a meal." ”

There are old people in Changqing's industry, and many old people are taboo about white things and may not necessarily eat.

Chang Qing helped him so much, handled his mother's aftermath so well, he couldn't do it when he went back hungry.

"Then we'll bother. Evergreen did not shirk.

"Don't bother, don't bother.

After loading the coffin into a pickup truck, several people got into three cars.

Chang Qing drove in the middle and slowly drove out of the dark mountains.

The darkness and the mountains were silent, and the headlights cut through the darkness like a few sharp rays of light.

**

Liping Village is a big village, especially after the construction of a new village, it is difficult to describe a village very close to the city.

There are thousands of households, and it goes on and on.

Chang Qing followed the car in front of him into a courtyard, which had already opened up a mourning hall, and only the coffin was missing.

There was talk and laughter in the huge courtyard, not so much like a funeral, but more like a lively party.

After seeing the coffin on the car, everyone's smiles were put away.

It was still the young man who came and brought the coffin down and placed it lightly on the mourning hall.

Offerings, incense, and wine were quickly put on the table.

Under the introduction of the main family, the family of the main family welcomed Chang Qing and his party into the house and let them sit at the main table.

Lu Mingzhan simply ate a few bites of food, then squatted in the place with the most people, chatted with the people in the village, and looked at the people in the house without a trace while chatting.

Then, his gaze locked on a person.

Lu Mingzhan walked over slowly and sat down, "Wang Tianhang, hello." ”

The man sitting in the corner was stunned and looked at Lu Mingzhan vigilantly, "Who are you?

"I've seen your picture on the file before, so you live here. ”

When Wang Tianhang heard the word "file," he knew that he was a policeman, "What are you doing here? There is no case in this house." ”

"How do you know there's no case? Your son's case isn't over yet. ”

Wang Tianhang's expression froze, and he lowered his voice, "What do you mean by this?"

"You don't want to know who your son's real killer is?"

"Isn't it Chang Huaien?!"

Lu Mingzhan glanced at his hand, "I advise you to put down the knife in your pocket, don't be stupid enough to become a knife in someone else's hand." ”

"My child has been dead for more than three years, and I can still dream of him, and he says he doesn't blink an eye. ”

"Do you know why he insisted on not dissecting back then?"

"The tone is conclusive, Chang Huai'en did it, why should I let my son suffer?"

"Who told you that Chang Huaien did it? We police have never said that, who did you listen to?"

"You are protecting Chang Huaien. I just saw you and Chang Huaien's daughter coming over, you have a leg with her, of course help her talk. ”

"You're funny. Do you think that your son was killed by Chang Huaien, and his daughter still wants to find out the truth after three years. If you really want to find out the truth about your son, find someone to check, a big man's brain can't even figure out this bit of, I think it's useless for you to have a brain, and if you are instigated, you will take a knife and stab someone. Lu Mingzhan didn't give Wang Tianhang time to react, "Why don't you go to the col if you want to start, there are few people there, and it is convenient to stab you to death and dig a pit and bury it." No one usually goes there, and few people know that you did it. ”

"What else do you know?"

"I also know that the person who instigated you to do it to Changqing is called Yang Ming, and his legs and feet are not good. ”

Wang Tianhang's face changed when he heard this, and he no longer dared to put his hand on the knife in his pocket.

In winter, there are a lot of clothes to wear, and the pockets of your coat are very large, and it is easy to stuff a short knife or dagger, and it is generally not noticed.

Lu Mingzhan continued: "Recently, I have been unlucky, I have no money in hand, so I want to hit the idea on a woman, you can have a chance." ”

"You investigate me?"

"My colleagues and I are re-investigating the case of the year, you are a family member of the deceased, is it normal to investigate you?"

Of course, Wang Tianhang's usual eloquence is not so bad, but the people here are all from the village, and he doesn't want to have a conflict with Lu Mingzhan, let alone make a big deal out of it.

Even if he wants to attack Changqing, he will find a place where no one is there and secretly do it, so that no one will find out.