Because they knew that this villager had a high fever on the night of Yang Zhiwen's death, sent the child to the clinic to hang up the medicine, and only came back the next day, the people in the hospital can prove that they did not suspect this villager.

They went to ask if the trolley had ever been borrowed. Originally, they thought that it was Gu Yong who borrowed the car, but they didn't expect that the person who borrowed the car was Han Gang, and this answer surprised them a little.

When the villager heard Wang Lingyun say that Han Gang was a careful person, he laughed even louder.

"Where, Han Yong, that guy usually dresses sloppily than me. But it's normal, his wife is gone, and he has been single until now, how can anyone help him wash his clothes and tidy up his house, it's not strange to be like that. “

Wang Lingyun asked. "Then what does that Uncle Han you said do? Is he in the village now?"

"More than half a month ago, his daughter came back to see him during the eleventh holiday, and after the holiday, Han Gang said that he would send his daughter to school, and he has not come back until now. ”

As for work, "In the past, when his daughter went to school, he was more diligent in doing things. Since his daughter has received a subsidy for going to school more than three years ago, she will work on her own to earn money, so he doesn't have to worry about it. ”

"He didn't have any money, so he went to the construction site to do a menstrual errand. Spend all the money and go to the construction site. There was a hint of disdain in the envy.

It seems that although they are all from the same village, this person obviously doesn't have much interest in Han Gang.

"What about his daughter, who is in college?" Yang Zhiwu asked.

"It's been almost ten years since his wife died. Before he provided for his daughter's schooling, where did he get the money to marry a wife. The villager shook his head.

Wang Lingyun and the two nodded. The policeman next to him now seemed to know the purpose of Yang Zhiwu asking them to come over and inquire. Another young policeman stepped forward to say something.

But was stopped by a middle-aged policeman. "We're done asking all the questions, I'm delaying you, thank you for your cooperation. ”

The villagers smiled generously and said that they were okay and went to work on themselves.

Yang Zhiwu on the side desperately gave the police a look, wanting them to stop the car and ask them to bring it back to check whether there were any blood stains on the trolley.

But the police have already let him go, and Yang Zhiwu has no power to detain people.

The middle-aged policeman ignored Yang Zhiwu's eyes and said to Yang Zhiwu seriously: "Comrade Yang, there is some progress in your brother's case, but there are some problems about your brother. ”

"Do you have time now, do you want to go back with us all the way back and talk about it?"

What the middle-aged policeman said made Yang Zhiwu stunned for a moment, and then thought that this should be the policeman who had something to say to him.

Some of the things I had to ask him had already been asked. Even some of the progress of the case was only known by squatting in the public security bureau every day, so he guessed that he should have asked about the trolley just now.

"Of course there is time, let's go now. He couldn't wait to ask Wang Lingyun what was wrong with the car just now.

At this time, Wang Lingyun and Yang Zhiwu took the bicycles of the two policemen back to the Public Security Bureau.

The middle-aged policeman clearly showed 'I have something to ask them', but didn't take them to the interrogation room either, to their office.

"Comrade Yang, can you tell me why as soon as you saw that trolley, let us ask if anyone had borrowed that car on the day your brother was killed?" The middle-aged policeman's purpose was very clear and went straight to the point.

Yang Zhiwu didn't know how to make it up next, because Wang Lingyun didn't explain it clearly to him, and he was afraid that the more he said, the more wrong he would be. "This ...... I...... That trolley ....... ”

Wang Lingyun actually didn't want to come forward, but this time the situation was different from the Guo family last time, and Guo Zhenglong, who died last time, took the initiative to tell the murderer and the criminal process clearly.

Guo Zhenglong's son Guo Hai can explain it clearly, but this time Yang Zhiwen was also killed, but he was unwilling to show up. Let Yang Zhiwu say it, he will definitely not be able to say clearly.

There was no way, so she had to come out and say it. "That trolley was supposed to be a means of transport for Yang Zhiwen's body. ”

The middle-aged policeman's eyes instantly became sharp, staring directly at Wang Lingyun. "How do you know? Who told you?"

Wang Lingyun was stunned, how should she introduce herself?

Fortunately, Yang Zhiwu helped the interface. "I asked her to come over and help investigate my brother's case. ”

"Nonsense, this girl looks 18 or 9 years old, I look like a student. You brought her over to help you solve the case?" As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged policeman remembered the incident when Yang Zhiwu found the body.

Although this young man was a little impulsive because of his brother's death, he had never done anything that made people feel unreliable.

When Gu Yong became a suspect, he just stared at Gu Yong with those policemen, and did not impulsively run to Gu Yong to quarrel and scold. Then he brought this girl to .......

"Her name is Wang Lingyun, and she ...... She can ....... Yang Zhiwu didn't know what Wang Lingyun could help. I'm also worried that Wang Lingyun will mind what she says.

Although feudal superstition is no longer shouted and killed, no one dares to blatantly say that they are doing this.

This time, Wang Lingyun took over Yang Zhiwu's words. "I can see things that ordinary people can't see. That's why Yang invited me to come along. ”

No matter how much you have, you still have to say it in the end to explain, so let's just do it. Yang Zhiwu didn't even have a ghost dream before, and he wasn't afraid of her more.

Anyway, the report they handed in, 'those things' definitely can't be written, and even if they do, no one will accept it, let it be rewritten, she understands this.

Because Yang Zhiwu's matter is ahead, people who can see the 'things' that ordinary people see, they can easily accept it. "Did you see anything?"

Wang Lingyun straightened her face. "That cart was stained with the evil and resentment of a dead man. Ordinary people who take a cart to put a dead person? That's disrespectful. So apart from transporting Yang Zhiwen's corpse, I thought of nothing else. ”

The young cop has a problem. "But it was Han Gang who borrowed the trolley, not Gu Yong, so there is no way to prove that it was Yang Zhiwen who was killed by Gu Yong. ”

Wang Lingyun smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. "I didn't say that it was Yang Zhiwen who Gu Yong killed. Yang Zhiwen's death has something to do with Gu Yong, but it wasn't Gu Yong who did it, so you can check that Han Gang again. ”

"I guess Han Gang probably has some abnormal relationship with Gu Yong's wife. Wang Lingyun pointed them in the direction.

The middle-aged policeman and the young policeman looked at each other. "How so?"

"The reason why Yang Zhiwen was killed was a woman. I have seen Zhang Xiaoling's husband that in the murder of Yang Zhiwen, he should have assisted in the killing, but it was not he who did it. ”

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