The southern country in November is as warm as spring, and the Dongshanping Principle, which had just sown wheat seeds into the land, quietly ushered in winter.

The weeds on the ridges are clean and without the decoration of crops and plants. The fields are separated from the trivial details, and all the curves are revealed in front of you. At the end of the field, the horizon is clear and vast. In winter, return the truth and true colors to nature, and the earth opens its chest and reveals the hard soil without any concealment.

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

For Xu Chengguang, who had never seen snow, this winter is particularly cold to be exact.

Although I brought several more clothes when I came here considering the weather in the north, the countryside here is colder than in the city, and even if I wear it all, I can't resist the bone-broken coldness. I had to buy another set of warm clothes and a cotton jacket in the town early this morning.

For many villagers in Group 2 of Sanhe Village, not far away, this winter is also colder than in previous years.

The busy farming season has finally ended. This year, the weather is good and the harvest is good. We should have had a good rest. We could even clean the house and prepare for the New Year, but we have to hold a funeral in this season when the harvest has just ended.

The village finally found a "scholar" and was proud of anyone who had a relationship with the Wu family, but died young.

As the saying goes, Ye Luo returns to his roots, but Wu Cheng has been out of the exam for so many years. Although his wife is also from the village, she has already started a family and a career in the city. If it weren't for the elderly, if Wu Cheng's paintings were worth so much and were successfully sold, let alone burying the ashes in his hometown, the funeral might not be handled in his hometown according to customs.

No matter how Wu and Jiang's families did not have a very consistent attitude on how to handle the funeral, the ashes finally came back.

Now the funeral reform is being implemented, and people must be cremated if they die, but whether they are made into coffins can be placed in coffins and buried in the same burial as in previous years. The control is not very strict, as if there are documents saying that they are not allowed. However, when encountering such a thing, village cadres usually turn a blind eye.

Because of this, the Wu family invited "Mr. Yin and Yang" to see Feng Shui yesterday to determine where to bury and when to be buried. The coffin was also temporarily made by the master. Unlike those old people who were prepared and painted after they were done, and the paint has not dried until now.

No matter hasty, you need to have everything you should have, and you need to do everything you should do.

A huge tent was set up at the entrance of the Wu family's low old house, and a mourning hall was set up in the tent. The portrait of Wu Cheng in the center of the mourning hall was lifelike.

Several great monks were wearing cassocks and sat around the Eight Immortals table where the tablets were worshipping wooden fish and chanting scriptures. A group of Taoists beat gongs and drums and gongs and hymns. The old man who specialized in helping people handle funerals often greeted Jiang Lan and the juniors of the Wu family to come here and kowtow to burn a stack of yellow paper.

There is also a "Military Band" at the entrance of the tent. As long as relatives and friends come to pay their respects, the music will sound.

Buddhism, Taoism, and Western music are a hodgepodge. They cannot be viewed from the perspective of religious beliefs. This is a custom in the countryside, so how can it be lively? If someone dies, he will not handle it like this and does not place a mat, he will be laughed at and gossiped behind his back.

All the villagers could come, just a dozen people who helped the kitchen, and a few big pots lined up outside the tent, and the dishes and chopsticks they needed to use were piled up like a hill.

There were endless crying in the chanting, wooden fish, gongs and drums, music, and heart-wrenching crying. Outside the tent, motorcycles, electric vehicles, bicycles, and the dirt road from the entrance of the village to the Wu family was full of people. There were too many people at the scene and it was too chaotic. Xu Chengguang, deputy captain of the criminal police of Anbao Branch, who was sitting in the van, was so anxious.

If you don’t issue an order sooner or later, how can you do it if you give orders at this time?

Xu Chengguang stared at the tent in the distance, held his cell phone tightly and said with embarrassment: "Director Xue, there is a funeral in it. The relatives are very sad and sad. Isn't we going in to arrest us now and add fuel to the fire? Maybe we will be surrounded or even besieged!"

It has been several days since Jiang Lan was let go, but who knew that she would delay her funeral for Wu Cheng until today, and even went to her hometown in the countryside to handle it.

The clan problem in the rural areas of Dongguang is serious, and the clan problem in the rural areas of Dongshan is not serious, but the people are tough. Xue Siyu did not want to cause trouble and asked in a low voice: "There are many people on the scene?"

"There are eight hundred if there is no one thousand. As long as you get married, you will probably come."

"What are the opinions of comrades from Dongshan?"

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

"Then wait, but people must keep an eye on me, and you must not have any problems at this critical moment."

"yes!"

...

The detention certificate has been issued, and comrades in Dongshan do not need to wait for the arrest procedures. The arrest order has been issued. Han Bo is also waiting for the news. It was 11 noon to receive Xue Siyu's words.

As a policeman who has worked at the grassroots level, Han Bo certainly knew that the arrest is inappropriate now. He walked downstairs and held up his cell phone and said, "The law is nothing more than human favors. Let the comrade wait a little longer and let her help her husband finish the funeral first. It is best to formulate an arrest plan based on the actual situation and prepare a plan. What if she doesn't return to the city today and tomorrow, these issues must be taken into account."

When I went to the village to arrest people, I was still a widow, so I had to be cautious.

Xue Siyu sighed lightly, walked to the window and said, "Do not worry, Director Han, Xu Chengguang is an old detective, he should know what to do."

"Where are you all ready on Zhang Guiping's side?"

"Everything is ready, all the technical methods are available. Before the suspects can beat the mountain, they have exposed many flaws. The morning monitoring records show that they are eager 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 doesn’t mean to the reactions of Zhang Guiping and others. After thinking about it, he asked again: “Where is Huang Jiahui, what is Huang Jiahui doing?”

"I'm packing up my stuff, I look like I'm planning to move."

When Xue Siyu mentioned this, she felt that there might be something wrong with her previous speculation, so she couldn't help asking: "Director Han, do you think Huang Jiahui is aware of it but pretends not to know anything? She sent thirty-one paintings to the gallery for consignment, and planned to buy them quietly, but only half of them were bought back. She couldn't have no idea."

"Wu Cheng's paintings are not very popular. She was bought so many at once and then so many things happened. She should be suspicious."

"There is little chance of knowing, just doubt?"

"Wu Cheng was a money tree when she came to her. She had no reason to sit idly, and it was even more impossible to add fuel to the fire. She should have suspected that Wu Cheng's death was not an accident, and she might even suspect that Zhang Guiping was. But she had no evidence and had an 'unspeakable hidden', and she was even worried that we would doubt her, so she acted abnormally and suspicious after Wu Cheng's death."

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

Too much energy has been invested in these two murders, and Han Bo didn't want to guess anymore. He weighed the proposal and said: "Director Xue, I don't think it's necessary to wait any longer. You can consider plagiarizing Huang Jiahui again."

She was preparing to move, which meant she didn't want to share a house with Zhang Guiping anymore. The monitoring record showed that she hadn't called Zhang Guiping in the past five or six days, which meant that the relationship between the two was not that bad, and not as good as expected. At least the relationship is very average now.

Xue Siyu also wanted to solve the mystery as soon as possible and pondered: "It's okay, there is too much police force invested in this case. If you summon her and find out her situation, there is no need to arrange for people to watch her 24 hours a day."

It was not very busy in the afternoon, and Han Bo held the car door and said, "Take her to the branch office and I'll go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the branch."

He called Chang Caiyan, a policeman of the murder squadron, and rushed to the Anbao branch together. Huang Jiahui had already arrived and was sitting nervously 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 in front of her.

Chang Caiyan and the police officers of the branch sat near the door and tacitly took out paper and pen to prepare for records.

When Huang Jiahui saw Han Bo and Chang Caiyan again, he felt a little sad. He thought to himself that the police did not give up on the investigation of Wu Cheng's death. Before Han Bo could speak, he couldn't help but say: "Police Officer Han, Teacher Wu was not killed by me!"

Just knowing that there is a ghost in your heart, Han Bo cursed secretly and asked, "Huang Jiahui, are you saying that Wu Cheng died because he killed?"

"Officer Han, if you didn't suspect that Teacher Wu was murdered, how could you call me to the Public Security Bureau again? I don't know if he was murdered, but it really has nothing to do with me if something happened to him. I, a woman, don't even dare to kill a chicken, how could I kill someone!"

I was taken here by two plainclothes as soon as I got off the floor. I wasn't suspicious that I was doubting who I was doubting. The more I thought about it, the more excited Huang Jiahui became, and stared at Han Bo, staring at him without blinking.

She should not be a co-conspirator, and her previous speculation should not be wrong.

Xue Siyu breathed a little relieved and asked suddenly: "It was not yours, so who did you kill it?"

"Comrade Police, I really don't know that life is at stake. People who have no evidence can't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, tell me what you know, and what you have evidence." Han Bo despised her, and the four words "having evidence" were particularly serious.

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

"Tell me about paintings, the paintings you sent to the gallery for consignment."

"It's time, I won't tell the truth!" This woman is not the murderer, but she is not a good person. Xue Siyu naturally wouldn't give her a good face. She slapped the table and scared Huang Jiahui.

"I...I..."

"What am I?" Han Bo glared at her fiercely, "Do you want me to remind you again, sixteen pictures, total price of 7,800, is this number very familiar?"

The police found out!

Huang Jiahui was so scared that she was out of her mind that she didn't dare to hide it anymore. She looked up and peeked at the two of them, and said in an almost trembling voice: "Officer Han, I...I admit that I asked someone to go to the gallery to buy back more than a dozen paintings of Teacher Wu. I want to help him! He is particularly concerned about face and he doesn't want to give money, so... so I can only use this method."

Han Bo asked, "Where is the painting?"

Huang Jiahui's words were over, and hesitantly couldn't tell the reason.

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

Huang Jiahui was shocked when the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, such a big leader, actually inquired about the case personally.

Han Bo paused and then said, "Before coming to Shenzhen Zheng Municipal Bureau, I was the police liaison officer sent by the Ministry of Public Security to South Africa. My official identity was the police counselor of the Embassy of the People's Republic of China in South Africa. In fact, the Ministry of Public Security not only sent police liaison officers to South Africa, but also to the United States, Britain, France and other countries. The police liaison officers sent to the United States should be the earliest. Do you think your boyfriend is studying in the United States, so we can't find him?

Huang Jiahui, let people not know whether you killed Wu Cheng aside unless you don’t do it. But not only do you do it actively, you don’t cooperate with the public security organs to handle the case, but you conceal important facts, which cannot be escaped. If you don’t tell me about the whereabouts of the sixteen paintings, we can still understand, isn’t it just a letter of investigation to the police liaison officer stationed in the United States?”

"I said, Officer Han, I will explain!"
Chapter completed!