All three of them had a premonition that something was wrong.

Normally speaking, in my own capacity, I have come here, not to mention the welcome, or this expression.

But soon, Lin Yi realized something was wrong.

These people's eyes, he had seen them when they came to Murakami yesterday!

It's just not that strong!

Instinctively, Lin Yi thinks this is not simple!

"What are you doing here, get out of here, you broom stars!"

Just when the three of them were stunned, they suddenly saw a middle-aged woman rushing out of the crowd, pointing to the noses of the three of them and yelling.

Lin Yi still had an impression of the woman called scolded, she was the wife of the village head Li Baolong, and Song Shulan, the sister of the deceased Song Guofu.

Just before the three of them reacted, another woman rushed up.

It looks younger than Song Shulan, dressed very plain, like a person from Murakami.

"You guys get out of me, it's you calamities who killed my old Song, you must die, you all get out of me!"

Faced with the sudden abuse, the three of them didn't know what to say, and didn't know what was going on.

"What are you two doing! Go up there!"

Li Baolong rushed up and pulled the two women aside.

At the same time, people from the town police station came to Lin Yi and the three people, isolating them from the crowd.

But the people in Murakami still looked at the three with angry eyes.

"Mr. Li, what's the matter with the people in your village? Colleagues from Zhonghai came here to deal with the case, and they were all noisy and noisy. Is it fair to say!"

The speaker is over 40 years old, Liu Qiming, the director of the town police station.

"Hey"

Li Baolong sighed helplessly and said:

"A few days ago, a Taoist priest came to Murakami. If you can pinch it, you will count. He said suspiciously that there will be a broomstick coming to Murakami in the near future. He also said that you should not go out and do not contact with outsiders. Otherwise, accidents will easily occur."

Several people looked at each other, and then they understood the cause of the matter.

The people in Murakami are not highly educated, and they believe in these feudal superstitions.

In this matter, Song Guofu's death undoubtedly became a catalyst.

It is not surprising that they can have such resistance.

"What age is this, I still believe in these things," Liu Qiming said.

"Liu Suo, don't make it difficult for me. I don't want them to believe it, but no one listens."

"Okay, let the villagers evacuate first, and let a few colleagues from Zhonghai see what's going on."

In terms of professional ability, Lin Yi and the three are naturally far ahead of Liu Qiming.

Moreover, this case also involves the case of China Shipping, and it is only natural to hand it over to them.

"Let all let, let all let."

Li Baolong said loudly:

"I tell you, no matter how you dare to hinder the police from handling the case, they will be arrested for you. Director Liu is here. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Seeing that it was going to be true, people in Jindou Village didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

As the saying goes, the law does not blame the public and it is okay for them to make trouble together, but no one wants to be the first bird.

To suppress the anger in the hearts of the villagers, Lin Yi and the three walked to the corpse.

There was a stretcher on the ground, covered with white cloth, Lin Yi lifted it open, and underneath was Song Guofu's body.

"Do you have gloves? Give me a pair." Lin Yi said to Liu Qiming.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Liu Changming called for someone and sent a pair of gloves over, and Lin Yi started the autopsy.

To Lin Yi's expectation, Song Guofu's cause of death was so obvious that his neck was twisted.

In addition, there are many small wounds on the body.

Obviously, before he died, he fought with the murderer.

Afterwards, Lin Yi conducted a comprehensive inspection of the body, and then returned to Zhang Hui and Zhu Junchi.

"Our guess is completely normal. The murderer has received professional training. Song Guofu's neck was sprained. This is a fatal injury. The death time is about 28 hours. It should be around 8 o'clock last night."

"Eight o'clock?"

Before Zhang Hui could speak, Song Guofu's wife, Ma Cailian exclaimed:

"Impossible. He called after ten o'clock last night and said that he was drinking in the town and had to go home later. How could something happen at eight o'clock."

"Huh? I called you after ten o'clock?"

Zhang Hui looked at Lin Yi, "Will it be wrong?"

"Impossible, I said 28 hours are all conservative estimates." Lin Yi said:

"This may be a trick played by the murderer. As for how to do it, we have to investigate it slowly."

Zhang Hui turned around and called Ma Cailian over.

"Are you sure you remembered the time correctly?"

"No, I still have call records."

Ma Cailian took out the phone, and the three of them saw the call log.

At 10:38 last night, Song Guofu did call back.

"Are you sure that the person calling you is Song Guofu?"

"It's him, I can hear it."

"When was the last time you saw Song Guofu?"

"It was more than five o'clock last night." Ma Cailian said:

"He told me that he was in a bad mood, and he asked a friend to go out for a drink, and then he went out."

"He took the initiative to go to town?"

Ma Cailian nodded and said with tears:

"He called and said to come back later, because he often does this, I just ignored him. I woke up in the morning and found that he hadn't come back all night. I called him and no one answered him. I thought it was too much. Sober up, I didn't take it seriously, but something happened unexpectedly."

"Who found the body?" Zhang Hui said, looking at Li Baolong.

"She found it." Li Baolong pointed to Ma Cailian and said.

"How did you find out?"

"After I got up, I went to work on the ground. When I turned the soil, I found that a place was a bit high, so I went over and dug a few times, and then..."

Before Ma Cailian had finished speaking, she burst into tears, and Zhang Hui couldn't ask any more.

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Several people stepped aside and analyzed the case.

"The 10:38 call, I guess it was from the murderer." Lin Yi said:

"When Ma Haiqiang died, the murderer also took a cell phone and sent a WeChat message to his wife Sun Xue. It is not surprising that it is a repeat of the old trick."

"But there is a difference between the two." Zhu Junchi frowned and said:

"Sending WeChat and making phone calls are two concepts, and voices reveal information."

"That's the problem, but I am 90% sure that the caller is definitely not Song Guofu!" Lin Yi said:

"Think about it, Fang Daye, Ma Haiqiang, Wang Jiashu, and Song Lin. The murderers of their deaths have been carefully arranged, and most people can't find clues. But now, Song Guofu has died clearly and there is no autopsy. No matter how difficult it is, other ways are naturally needed to cover up evidence and clues. This is the best proof!"