In November, the southern country is as warm as spring, and the Dongshan Ping, which has just sown wheat seeds into the land, quietly welcomes winter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The weeds on the ridges are clean, there are no crops and plants to decorate, and the trivial details between the fields are removed, and the curves are visible in front of you. At the end of the field, the horizon is clear and vast. Winter returns the truth and its true colors to nature, and the earth opens its chest, revealing the hard soil unabashedly.

The cold wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

For Xu Chengguang, who has never seen snow, this winter, to be exact, the winter in Dongshan is exceptionally cold.

Although I took into account the weather in the north when I came, I brought several extra clothes, but the countryside here is colder than the city, and even if I wear it all, I can't resist the cold to the bone, so I had to buy a set of warm clothes and a padded jacket in the town early this morning.

For many villagers in the second group of Sanhe Village, not far away, this year's winter is also colder than usual.

The farming season is finally over, this year is a good harvest, we should have taken a good rest, and we can even clean the house and prepare for the New Year, but we have to organize the funeral in this season that has just finished the harvest.

The village finally came up with a "show talent", as long as he was related to the Wu family, he was proud, but he died young.

As the saying goes, leaves fall back to the roots, but Wu Cheng has been out of the exam for so many years, although his daughter-in-law is also from the village, but she has already started a family in the city, if it weren't for the old man's insistence, if it weren't for Wu Cheng's paintings that were worth so much money and were successfully sold, let alone burying the ashes in his hometown, the funeral may not be done in his hometown according to custom.

No matter how the Wu and Jiang families are handling the funeral, their attitudes are not very consistent, but the ashes are finally back.

Now the implementation of funeral reform, people must be cremated when they die, but whether to make a coffin, whether the ashes can be placed in the coffin and buried like in previous years, the above control is not very strict, it seems that there is a document that says it is not allowed, but when encountering this kind of thing, village cadres generally turn a blind eye.

Because of this, the Wu family asked "Mr. Yin and Yang" yesterday to look at feng shui to determine where and when to be buried. The coffin was also made by the master temporarily, unlike those old people who had prepared for it and painted it when it was ready, but the paint has not dried until now.

Haste is hasty, everything that should be there must be, and everything that should be done must be done.

At the door of the Wu family's low old house, a huge tent was erected, and a mourning hall was set up in the tent, and the statue of Wu Cheng in the center of the mourning hall was vivid.

Several big monks wore robes, sat around the table of the eight immortals who enshrined the tablet, knocked on the wooden fish and chanted the scriptures, and a group of Taoist priests beat the gongs and drummed the locks. The old gentleman who specializes in helping people with white things from time to time beckons Jiang Lan and the juniors of the Wu family to come here and kowtow and go there to burn a stack of yellow paper.

There is also a "military band" at the entrance of the tent, and whenever relatives and friends come to mourn, the music will sound.

Buddhism, Taoism, Western music, the whole hodgepodge, can not be viewed from the perspective of religious beliefs, this is the customs of ten miles and eight towns, how lively how to come. If someone in someone's family dies and doesn't do this, and doesn't set up a flowing water table, they will be laughed at and gossiped behind their backs.

All the people in the village came, and there were only a dozen people who helped the cook, and several large pots were lined up outside the tent, and the dishes and chopsticks to be used later were piled up like a hill.

The sound of chanting, wooden fish, gongs and drums, music, and heart-rending cries are endless, motorcycles, electric cars, and bicycles are parked outside the tent, and the dirt road from the village entrance to Wu's house is full of people, and there are too many people at the scene and it is too chaotic, which really makes Xu Chengguang, the deputy captain of the criminal police of the Anbao Branch who was sitting in the van, anxious.

If you don't give an order early, you don't give an order late, and if you give an order at this time, how can people act?

Xu Chengguang stared at the tent in the distance, clutched his mobile phone and said with an embarrassed expression: "Xue Bureau, there is a funeral going on inside, and the relatives are already very sad and sad, isn't it adding fuel to the fire when we go in to arrest us now, maybe we will be surrounded or even besieged!"

It's been a few days since Jiang Lan was let go, who knew that she would delay until today to hold a funeral for Wu Cheng, and even went to her hometown in the countryside to do it.

The clan problem in the rural areas of Dongguang is serious, and the clan problems in the rural areas of Dongshan are not serious but the people are fierce, Xue Siyu didn't want to make extraneous branches, and asked in a low voice: "There are a lot of people on the scene?"

"If there are not a thousand, there are eight hundred, as long as the relatives are all here. ”

"What is the opinion of Comrade Dongshan?"

"The Jiang detachment suggested that we wait, wait for the coffin to be buried, and then arrest after everyone has dispersed. ”

"Then wait, but people must keep an eye on me, and we must not have problems at this juncture. ”

"Yes!"

……

The detention warrant has already been issued, and the comrades in Dongshan do not need to wait for the arrest procedures, the arrest order has been issued, and Han Bo is also waiting for news, and it is already 11 o'clock at noon when he receives Xue Siyu's words.

As a policeman who has worked at the grassroots level, Han Bo of course knows that it is inappropriate to arrest now, and while walking downstairs, he held up his mobile phone and said: "The law is nothing more than human affection, let the comrade wait, let her help her husband finish the funeral first." It is best to formulate an arrest plan according to the actual situation, prepare a plan, and if she does not return to the city today and tomorrow, these issues must be taken into account. ”

When I went to the village to arrest someone, I still arrested a widow, so I couldn't be cautious.

Xue Siyu sighed lightly, walked to the window and said, "Don't worry, Han Ju, Xu Chengguang is an old criminal policeman, he should know what to do." ”

"What about Zhang Guiping, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, the technical means are on board, and before the knock on the mountain, a few suspects have revealed a lot of flaws, and the morning surveillance records show that they are in a hurry to take off their gloves and are frequently contacting galleries and auction houses in the city and even in Hong Kong. ”

Isn't it just for money to do so much, Han Bo didn't mean the reaction of Zhang Guiping and others, he thought about it and asked: "What about Huang Jiahui, what is Huang Jiahui doing?"

"I'm packing up my things, and it looks like I'm going to move. ”

Speaking of this, Xue Siyu felt that there might be something wrong with his previous speculation, and couldn't help asking: "Han Bureau, did you say that Huang Jiahui knew but pretended not to know anything? She sent thirty-one paintings to the gallery for consignment, and planned to buy them back quietly, but only half of them were bought back, so it is impossible for her to have no ideas." ”

"Wu Cheng's paintings are not very popular, they were bought so much at once, and then so many things happened, she should be suspicious. ”

"It's unlikely that you know, just suspicion?"

"Wu Cheng was a cash cow to her when she came, she had no reason to sit idly by, let alone add fuel to the fire, she should suspect that Wu Cheng's death was not an accident like us, and she might even suspect Zhang Guiping. But she has no evidence, and she has 'unspeakable hidden', and she is even worried that we will suspect her, so she behaved abnormally and suspiciously after Wu Cheng's death. ”

"It makes sense, I'll keep an eye on it first, and as long as she doesn't leave the country, I won't alarm her. ”

Having invested too much energy in these two murders, Han Bo didn't want to guess anymore, so he weighed it and proposed: "Xue Bureau, I don't think there's any need to wait any longer, you can consider arraigning Huang Jiahui again." ”

She is ready to move, which means that she no longer wants to share a house with Zhang Guiping, and the monitoring records show that she has not called Zhang Guiping in the past five or six days, indicating that the relationship between the two is not so bad, and it is also not as good as imagined, at least the current relationship is very average.

Xue Siyu also wanted to solve the mystery as soon as possible, and muttered: "It's okay, there are too many police forces invested in this case, interrogate her and find out her situation, there is no need to arrange someone to keep an eye on her 24 hours a day." ”

The afternoon was not very busy, Han Bo held on to the car door and said, "Take her to the substation, I'll take a look." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the precinct. ”

Called Chang Caiyan, a policeman from the murder squadron, and rushed to the Anbao branch together, Huang Jiahui had already been arraigned, and was sitting anxiously in an office of the criminal police brigade looking around.

Han Bo and Xue Siyu shook hands, walked into the office side by side, and sat down in front of her.

Chang Caiyan and the police of the sub-bureau sat near the door, and tacitly took out a pen and paper to prepare for the record.

Seeing Han Bo and Chang Caiyan again, Huang Jiahui chuckled in her heart, secretly thinking that the public security really did not give up the investigation of Wu Cheng's death, and before Han Bo could speak, she couldn't help but burst out: "Officer Han, Teacher Wu was not killed by me!"

Knowing that you have a ghost in your heart, Han Bo scolded secretly and asked rhetorically: "Huang Jiahui, do you mean that Wu Cheng died of his killing?"

"Officer Han, if you don't suspect that Teacher Wu was murdered, why would you call me to the Public Security Bureau again? I don't know if he was murdered or not, but it really has nothing to do with me if something happened to him, how can I kill a woman who doesn't even dare to kill chickens!"

As soon as I got downstairs, I was brought here by two plainclothes people who I didn t suspect me the more Huang Jiahui thought about it, the more excited she became, and she stared at Han Bo intently.

She shouldn't be complicit, and her previous speculation shouldn't be wrong.

Xue Siyu breathed a sigh of relief and asked coldly: "You didn't kill it, then tell me who killed it?"

"Comrade policeman, I really don't know, human life is at stake, and you can't talk nonsense without evidence!"

"Well, tell me what you know, there's evidence. Han Bo despised her, and the words "evidence-based" were particularly important.

"Officer Han, I don't quite understand what you mean, I don't know what you want me to say. ”

"Let's talk about paintings, you helped Wu Cheng send those paintings to the gallery for consignment. ”

"When is it, don't tell the truth yet!" This woman is not a murderer, but she is not a good person either, Xue Siyu naturally will not give her a good face, and slammed the table, startling Huang Jiahui.

"I ...... I ......"

"What am I?" Han Bo glared at her fiercely, "Do you want me to give you another reminder, sixteen paintings, the total price is seven thousand eight, isn't this number familiar?"

The public security really found out!

Huang Jiahui was so frightened that she didn't dare to hide it anymore, she looked up and peeked at the two, and said in an almost trembling voice: "Officer Han, I'm ...... I admit that I asked someone to go to the gallery to buy back a dozen of Mr. Wu's paintings, and I wanted to help him! He loves face very much, and he doesn't want to give money, so ...... So that's all I can do. ”

Han Bo asked, "What about the paintings?"

Huang Jiahui's words were finished, and he couldn't say why.

"Huang Jiahui, counting today, we have met three times in total, I think it is necessary to introduce myself, my surname is Han, my single name is Bo, I am the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Shenzheng Public Security Bureau, and I only came to work in the second half of this year. ”

Deputy Director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, such a big leader actually personally intervened in this case, Huang Jiahui was stunned.

Han Bo paused, and then said: "Before coming to the Shenzheng Municipal Bureau, I was a police liaison officer of the Ministry of Public Security in South Africa, and my official identity was the police counselor of the Embassy of the People's Republic of China in South Africa. As a matter of fact, the Ministry of Public Security has dispatched police liaison officers not only to South Africa, but also to the United States, Britain, France and other countries. Do you think your boyfriend is studying in the U.S. and we won't be able to find him?

Huang Jiahui, let people not know, unless you don't do anything, have you killed Wu Cheng and put it aside, but not only did you not actively cooperate with the public security organs in handling the case, but you concealed important facts, which cannot be escaped. If you don't say anything about the whereabouts of those 16 paintings, we can also learn about them, isn't it just a letter of assistance to the police liaison officer stationed in the United States? ”

"I said, Officer Han, I'll explain!"

Huang Jiahui didn't dare to be lucky, and said honestly: "I admit that I am obsessed with money, and I asked a friend to bring the sixteen paintings I bought back from the gallery to my boyfriend, and my boyfriend sold them in the United States, but I really didn't kill Mr. Wu......"