Yes, this is just a thought, but if I am really the one who built the tombstone, then I will definitely use the person who has offended me as the owner of the tombstone.

Li Yan asked me at this time, why can't this tombstone be from a nearby village, and now people, when they reach the age of fifty, have already begun to help themselves find tombstones, find feng shui, before they die, it is not a big deal to set up a tombstone here.

I smiled, immediately shook my head and said, "I don't think there should be anyone who doesn't even know that their grave has been excavated by someone to dig a room of more than 200 square meters under their own cemetery, right?"

Actually, I have some drumming in my heart, but if we don't try, no one knows whether this speculation is right or wrong.

After all, it doesn't waste much time to investigate a person.

Immediately afterwards, I asked Li Yan to help me open the Dongshi Household Registration Office, and entered the three words Fang Zhiang on the website, because this name is not common, so I searched for it on the Dongshi Household Registration Network using the number of the criminal police.

It took me about three minutes to read the detailed information of this Fang Zhiang, his family lives in Qingshui Village, and this Qingshui Village is only two kilometers away from the Dongshan Mountain we went on, when I saw this, I was mentally drumming, could it really be this Fang Zhiang who bought himself a cemetery.

But when I saw that he was only thirty-six years old, I was relieved, in this kind of small village, in fact, many people will prepare a coffin and shroud for themselves when they are about fifty years old, and in every year after that, they will take out the shroud to dry, one is to prevent mold, and come, there is a meaning of longevity.

But he is only thirty-six years old, so I don't think he bought this cemetery for himself so quickly, and the household registration information shows that Fang Zhiang's family has no money, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all farming, but at the end, there is a file that has caught my attention.

In 75, Fang Zhiang came to Dongshi with several young adults from the same village to work, at first, he also earned some money, but later, after being addicted to drugs and borrowing money everywhere to no avail, he made a temporary decision and robbed those alleys with a knife.

At that time, he robbed a middle school student who had just gotten out of cram school, and snatched a mobile phone and fifty yuan from his own hand, according to the transcript, Fang Zhiang didn't think too much about it at that time, and saw that the junior high school was growing well, so he directly became strong, maybe the process was too intense or the girl was hideous when Fang Zhiang did it, and the result was that Fang Zhiang strangled her to death.

So far, Fang Zhiang has stayed in Dongshi Prison for fifteen years, during these fifteen years, his parents have also passed away one after another, and after coming out of prison, he also returned to his hometown and began to take care of the land left by his parents.

Seeing this, I have a preliminary understanding of this man, if according to my thinking, this tombstone was indeed not built by Fang Zhiang himself, then it must be someone who has a blood feud with him.

Who is it that has such a great hatred for him?

Naturally, it is the people who lost their beloved daughters who were harmed by Fang Zhiang back then.

However, in the case fifteen years ago, I need to apply to my superiors, although the application process is not cumbersome, but it will take time to ask Lou Mingli to call the Dongshi Criminal Investigation Brigade, and then let the Criminal Investigation Brigade issue a letter of introduction, so if I want to know the important information about the case of Fang Zhiang's rape and murder of a minor girl, at least, it will take three hours.

Thinking of this, I immediately got up, took my coat from the back chair and walked out, walking here, and said to Li Yan: "You continue to check the identity of those corpses here, I will go out to investigate the details of the owner of the tombstone, and inform each other when there is news." ”

After saying this, I didn't leave immediately, but looked up at the room upstairs with the lights on, and before I knew it, I could even see the figure on the wall of the window.

This Mu Xianyao, why is she like a thief?

At 5:30 p.m. that day, I took a taxi and came directly to the gate of Qingshui Village, because of the rain yesterday and the rough road, so the car could not drive at all, so I could only get off at a place about two kilometers away from the entrance of the village.

After getting out of the car, I really regretted wearing these little white shoes today, because as soon as my feet touched the ground, the mud on the road seemed to swallow my shoes of more than 30 yuan.

In desperation, I had no choice but to walk towards the village, and at this time, I could look up and see the overwhelming farms around me, not far away, I saw two or three local children, helping their mother to farm, and on the left, a strong ox was pulling the fence, of course, the air here is much better than in the city.

In fact, I have always had a wish, when I retire, with my lover, mother, father, to live in this kind of place, to honor my parents, to tutor children, this is the biggest ideal of my life, the rest, I don't want to think about anything more, must go through that age, want to work hard, can't fight.

The road was so narrow that it could only fit a car or two men, and it was so muddy that if you weren't careful, you could step on it*.

Just as I was in a dilemma, a tricycle suddenly drove up behind me, and in the car sat a man in his early thirties, wearing a coffee-colored sweatshirt and a one-inch flat head, looking clean.

"Brother, if you don't go over, I won't be able to pass this car, I see that you are quite far from the village, otherwise, I will give you a ride, right?" the man said loudly to me in a Dongshi country accent.

I took one look at him, and as if I had grasped a life-saving straw, I climbed from the front of his car and onto his two or three wheels.

"What's the matter with you going to Qinghe Village? What's the matter, whose co-worker is it?" the man asked me as he drove the car.

I was slightly stunned and asked him how he knew I was going to Qinghe Village.

The latter smiled heartily and said that this road leads to Qinghe Village, so when he saw that I had been standing on this road for so long, he knew that I was from the city and could not get used to this kind of rural place, and in recent years, his friends who had played in the village from childhood to adulthood would also go out to work, if something happened to someone outside, someone would rush back to inform, after all, no one in their village had installed a telephone.

"Well, I'm here to find someone. I said with a smile.

The latter glanced at me, showed the row of big white teeth, asked me who I was looking for, and said that he had grown up in Qinghe Village since he was a child, and he knew almost everyone here.

I looked up at the man, and then asked, "Fang Zhiang, do you know each other?"

"Squeak......", the tricycle suddenly stopped in this quagmire, the man turned around, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and asked me why I came to find Fang Zhiang?

As soon as I saw it, this man should know Fang Zhiang, so he had an idea, and immediately said: "That's the case, my grandfather passed away a few days ago, and the cemetery in the city is more expensive than the one that people live in, so I found a feng shui gentleman these days to come to the mountain to find a piece of feng shui treasure land, but this feng shui treasure land was occupied by someone for no reason, I saw that Fang Zhiang's name was written on the tombstone, but the name was not aimed at with a red pen, so I thought, this person should still be alive, I want to say if you can come and ask him and sell this cemetery to me." ”

As soon as I heard this, the man in front of me jumped from the car to the wooden board behind me, grabbed me by the collar, rounded his eyes, and loudly asked me to say it again.

I pretended to be a little scared, and immediately re-said, "Big brother...... I came to Fang Zhiang to ask him if the cemetery was for sale...... You don't need to be so angry, do you?"

I was also a little surprised to see him react so much, but after thinking about it, maybe the Fang Zhiang I was looking for was right in front of me.

After all, the photo I saw was still a headshot taken when Fang Zhiang was sixteen years old, and now that I calculate, this Fang Zhiang should also be thirty-six years old, and this age should be about the same as him.

Sure enough, when he heard me say that, he immediately asked me angrily where the cemetery was.

I cautiously pointed to the mountain, saying it was on the mountainside.

The latter's eyes widened, and he pulled me out of the car and told me to take him to the cemetery.

"Hey, I said, this is all a matter between me and Fang Zhiang, what kind of mess is you using, you just need to take me to find him, and I'll give you a hundred yuan." While speaking, I took out a piece of Grandpa Mao from my trouser pocket and handed it to the man directly.

But this man's anger did not seem to be extinguished because of this, and he threw the hundred yuan to me, and angrily said to me that he was Fang Zhiang, and he had never set up any tombstones, and said that he would find this person who set up a tombstone for him, and ask him why he cursed himself like this.

I pretended to be surprised, immediately frowned, looked at him, and said thoughtfully, "It's really not the tombstone you erected yourself?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is only thirty-six years old this year, what kind of tombstone should he erect?

I stood in front of him like this, smiled slightly, turned sideways and handed him my police officer card, and said, "Mr. Fang Zhiang, I now suspect that you are related to a murder case, so please go back with me." ”

When he saw the police officer card in my hand, he was immediately stunned, but after relieving himself, he waved his hand in a daze, saying that he didn't kill anyone, so why should he follow me to the police station.

I looked at Fang Zhiang, and suddenly said coldly: "Under a tombstone with your name written on it, I found a murder room, does this have nothing to do with you?"

The latter was slightly stunned and asked me what the murder chamber was.

I glanced at the other tricycle that was driving towards us behind me, then turned around and said, "Go to your house first." ”

In this way, due to my identity, Fang Zhiang finally stepped on his tricycle again and delivered me to his home within five minutes.