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At that time, Zheng Jing was still ignorant of Xia Qing's strange behavior.

She just continued to rush to the scene of the second murder case, hoping to investigate more carefully, and maybe find some small clues that were overlooked at night due to the dim light.

She walked fast, always feeling a sense of urgency in her heart to end the case here, and accidentally knocked down a child when turning a corner.

"Sorry, are you okay?" Zheng Jing hurriedly helped the child up, bent down and patted the dust off her pants.

Fortunately, the children in winter were also dressed thickly, so they didn't get scratched anywhere. The little girl just looked at Zheng Jing with wide eyes and shook her head: "I'm fine!"

Zheng Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when she saw another boy of about the same age running out from the back of the room, shouting, "Yingzi, run again, be careful that my aunt gets angry and arrests you to fill the bridge pier oh!"

After shouting, the boy was dumbfounded. He hurriedly stopped his feet and stood there obediently, peeking at the little girl beside Zheng Jing, and gave her an annoyed look.

Yingzi grinned and made a face.

"Could you tell me what happened to the bridge piers you mentioned just now?" It should be the words of the two village children playing around and scaring the children, but now Zheng Jing is inevitably very sensitive to the word bridge piers.

The little boy faltered for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I, I just scare Yingzi, that's how grandma scares me..."

Seeing that the little boy couldn't explain clearly, Yingzi pulled Zheng Jing's hand: "Let me tell you, big sister. Grandma said that there is a dragon king in the river. Sometimes the dragon king doesn't like to build bridges on the river. When he gets angry, he will always be there." If the bridge cannot be built, at this time, children must be sacrificed to the Dragon King, and the Dragon King will make the bridge successful."

It seems that it should be the kind of folk legend passed down by word of mouth. The boy saw what Yingzi said, and hurriedly added: "Yes, it is said that the bridge was built when enough people died."

The two children seemed to just regard this as a story, and no one else stopped them around. Zheng Jing asked them and they answered, there is nothing taboo.

"Thank you." Zheng Jing got the answer, said goodbye to the two children, and continued to walk to the scene of the second murder slowed down.

"Officer Zheng, there are only the fingerprints of the deceased on the iron pick that fell next to the deceased." Someone saw Zheng Jing coming and immediately reported the latest results.

The corpse had already been carried away. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the humanoid frame, Zheng Jing was sure that she did not encounter the deceased when she came out of the village chief's house last night.

"But, what are you going to do when you come out with a pickaxe in the middle of the night?" A little policeman not far away muttered.

Zheng Jing thought for a moment, and immediately said: "Take that iron pick to the village and ask, whose is it?"

The little policeman next to him looked at Zheng Jing in surprise, and soon followed what she said.

The area around the crime scene is messy, because it is land, there are many footprints left, and it will take time to compare and judge.

Zheng Jing couldn't find any other clues. Apart from waiting, she could only think about the connection between the two cases and the relationship between the deceased.

The murderer's methods in both cases were very cruel, and the scene was bloody and bloody. According to Zheng Jing's judgment, it is more likely that the same person alleged it.Then it depends on the relationship between the two deceased... I remember it was mentioned in the document...

Zheng Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and walked back: "Go to the village chief!"

The two deceased, the village head and another person who died a few years ago, the four are good brothers who wear the same pair of pants.

Zheng Jing remembered that when she left the village chief's house, she said that there was something strange on the grave of the "old four".

As for the iron pick... the bones of the pier!

Feeling more and more uneasy, Zheng Jing ran towards the village chief's house.

Pushing open the door, the village chief's daughter-in-law, who was clearing the dining table, turned her head and looked at Zheng Jing suspiciously.

Zheng Jing strode over: "The village chief has gone to the grave?"

The village chief's daughter-in-law nodded, and seemed to be frightened by Zheng Jing's expression, and did not dare to speak out.

"Take me to see!" Zheng Jing said immediately.

"...I don't know where it is." The village head's daughter-in-law took a step back, but what she said left Zheng Jing speechless.

Zheng Jing was taken aback, there was no other way, seeing that there were only two children in the room besides her, she was a little anxious: "Then do you know who can lead the way?"

"The second dog next door should recognize it." The village chief's daughter-in-law thought for a while and said a name.It was the neighbor's son, seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at home on vacation.

Zheng Jing nodded, turned around and was about to leave the house, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The village head's daughter-in-law looked at Zheng Jing in puzzlement and turned her head, startled by the anger on her face.

"... Xia Qing went out too?" When Zheng Jing said this, it made people feel that it was squeezed out of her teeth.

"Hmm..." The village chief's daughter-in-law responded, and added, "Elder-in-law and the others left after a while, and she went out."

"!!" The worry in Zheng Jing's heart became a reality, and she turned around and left without saying a word.

She rushed to the next door and found Ergou to lead the way. The black-faced and fierce-looking policeman made Ergou dare not delay, and trotted away to take Zheng Jing to the cemetery.

Following Ergou, Zheng Jing couldn't tell if she was more worried or angry. While she didn't want Xia Qing to be in danger, she shouted that she should let Xia Qing encounter something and teach her a lesson.

However, what kind of things can make Xia Qing converge?Back then when she almost fell from the dormitory building, she didn't see how scared Xia Qing was.

Rushing to the cemetery with chaotic emotions, the two of Xia Qing surprised the few people who were here.

Xiao Zhang was taking pictures around the cemetery with his mobile phone to collect clues, and looked at Xia Qing in confusion: "Officer Zheng, why are you here? What happened?" Given Zheng Jing's bad expression, Xiao Zhang followed suit. tense up.

"It's fine for the time being." Zheng Jing looked around, and there were several grave mounds that could be seen from far and near, which seemed to be the traditional burial place in the village. The bugs and rat corpses should all be dead.

Except for the village head and Xiao Zhang, no one else was there.

"Did Xia Qing come with you?" Zheng Jing was silent for a while, then walked to Xiao Zhang and asked in a low voice.

Xiao Zhang shook his head: "No, I paid attention to where she came from, and there was no one." He wanted to ask if Xia Qing had disappeared, but Zheng Jing quickly interrupted him.

"Where did that go?" Zheng Jing muttered in a low voice, looking at the abnormal scene in front of her, she knew that she had to put personal matters aside, she observed every move of the village chief from the corner of her eye, and asked Xiao Zhang at the same time, "Have you found any clues here?"

"I collected some samples and plan to send them back for testing to study the cause of death of these grass insects." Xiao Zhang reported truthfully, "The weather has been pretty good these two days, and you can see footprints nearby, and there are some strange traces over there." He said While talking, he turned out the phone photo album, and pointed to two traces that looked like something had been scratched by something twenty or thirty centimeters across. The traces were about ten centimeters wide, and the parts that were not connected before and after were not in a straight line.

The picture on the phone was small and not clear enough. Zheng Jing glanced at the village chief and saw that he was squatting silently in front of the tombstone and sorting things out a little bit. She told Xiao Zhang: "Be optimistic about the situation of the village chief and pay attention to your words and deeds. "

After that, she walked to the strange trace and observed it carefully.

There are several traces, and the lengths of the intervals between the front and back are different, ranging from one meter to several meters.

Zheng Jing squatted down and looked at every trace carefully, and suddenly found something small, and immediately took out her mobile phone to take a few photos.

Back in front of the tombstone, Zheng Jing looked at the village chief who had just stood up, thought for a while and stepped forward to ask: "Village chief, according to the investigation, you and the two deceased, and this is a good brother who grew up together since childhood?"

The village chief paused, nodded, and sighed: "At that time, there were only four boys of our age in the village. Naturally, we played together and sworn brothers like in operas." Not a lot, and the village chief couldn't hide it.

As soon as the village head raised her head to speak, Zheng Jing immediately noticed that the village head's eyes were dark and black. It wasn't so obvious the day she first came.

Apparently, the village chief didn't sleep well last night—or hardly at all.

Zheng Jing kept this point in her heart, and immediately asked the second question: "Then, do the four of you have any grudges against anyone?"

As soon as these words came out, the village head almost raised his head suddenly, and stared at Zheng Jing with wide eyes, and there was a shock in his eyes that could not be concealed immediately.

At the same time, Xia Qing was arriving in front of an ordinary residential building, and there was a cry of pain from one person in the room, accompanied by the sound of another person's urging and hurrying.