Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 101 Clues to Fuxiang Village
The portraits of the murderer and the victim were drawn.

Zhuang Yanzheng went to the system to find a match.

Qi Feng bought breakfast, and Zhuang Yanzheng told them to eat breakfast first.

After she finished eating, Zhuang Yanzheng came over.

She looked at him: "Have the results come out yet?"

"The man got a match, but the woman didn't." Zhuang Yanzheng took a cup of soy milk, inserted a straw, and drank it all in one gulp.

"No information?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Zhuang Yanzheng took a fried dough stick: "Hmm, no information found. Let's go to Fuxiang Village again."

He said this and walked out.

Su Miaoyi got up, took the food from the table, walked a few steps, then came back to get her down jacket and jogged to catch up with him.

"Do you have a driver's license?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked as he walked to the door.

"Ah."

Zhuang Yanzheng tossed the keys to her, took the breakfast from her, and got into the passenger seat.

Su Miaoyi looked at the key in her hand.

Zhuang Yanzheng got out of the passenger seat again: "I'll drive, are you okay with it?"

Su Miaoyi got into the driver's seat: "The word 'no' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Zhuang Yanzheng sat back in the passenger seat.

The car drove onto the road.

It's smooth and fast.

"Okay." Zhuang Yanzheng sat in the passenger seat eating breakfast. "We'll have someone to drive from now on."

“Then you have to pay,” Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng slapped his wallet on the armrest box: "Monthly subscription."

Su Miaoyi: "."

After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "Was the deceased from Fuxiang Village?"

“Yes,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “He lives alone, and no one has reported him missing for so many years.”

Su Miaoyi rarely returned to the village, and almost no one in the village recognized her.

"His name is Qian Fan. His information shows he is 55 years old this year. His parents passed away early, and he has no siblings."

"Didn't they find it in the census either?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Zhuang Yanzheng shook his head: "There is no record."

Su Miaoyi paused for a moment, then asked again, "I went to the dissection room this morning."

"I went with them." Zhuang Yanzheng recounted the events of the morning to her.

After hearing this, Su Miaoyi was very surprised: "I fought with you?"

"Ah."

“Last time by the river in the old town, those two uncles pulled me awake,” Su Miaoyi said. “This time, they actually fought with you.”

"You don't mean you have a problem with me and are taking advantage of that time to hit me, do you?" Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi glanced at him sideways and said, "Tsk, you guessed right. From now on, let your eyes take turns standing guard while you sleep."

Zhuang Yanzheng chuckled.

Su Miaoyi tried to recall what happened that morning, but couldn't remember anything. After a pause, she said, "This new feature seems to be a stubborn one."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her.

Su Miaoyi said, "If you can't open the door, you smash it with your hands. What a weirdo."

Zhuang Yanzheng felt that her assessment was very accurate.

It takes nearly two hours to drive to Fuxiang Village. Zhuang Yanzheng only slept for about ten minutes in the morning, catching up on sleep in the car.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Fuxiang Village Committee, Su Miaoyi woke up Zhuang Yanzheng.

Zhuang Yanzheng opened his eyes, looked out the car window, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Su Miaoyi unbuckled her seatbelt: "I'll go ask Qian Fan where he lives first."

She got out of the car and entered the village committee's courtyard.

Zhuang Yanzheng also got out of the car.

The village chief is on duty in his office.

"Qian Fan's house is in the southwest corner. Our village is built due south and due north, and the streets are very well-organized. The house in the far southwest corner is very easy to find. But he hasn't been back for many years."

They have not yet revealed that the deceased was Qian Fan.

So Su Miaoyi asked, "Does he go out often? Doesn't everyone find it strange that he hasn't come back for so long?"

“He was all alone. His family wasn’t well-off back then, and he didn’t get married when he was young. He was all by himself. I heard from the village elders that Qian Fan used to do business in the south. Sometimes he would be gone for a year or two, then come back for a few days or a few months, and then leave again. The villagers were used to it.”

"After I took office, I tried to contact them by phone, but I couldn't reach them."

The village chief looked a few years younger than Zhuang Yanzheng.

"If we can't contact them, shouldn't we report it and try to find them?" Zhuang Yanzheng frowned.

The village chief chuckled dryly, stammering, "It was indeed a mistake on my part."

Zhuang Yanzheng didn't say anything more, took out his phone and showed him the portrait of the murderer: "Have you seen this person before?"

“No,” the village chief said. “I’ll go find an elder; they might know more than I do.”

Zhuang Yanzheng thought for a moment and asked, "Are there many people living in the southwest corner?" "Yes," the village chief replied. "There are also many elders living there. I'll take you two over there."

We went straight to the southwest corner.

On the way, I also talked to the village chief about the matter and asked him to keep it a secret for the time being and not to tell anyone.

"I know, I understand, I understand."

indeed.

Qian Fan's house is in the southwesternmost corner, so it's easy to find.

The house has been uninhabited for many years, and the lock on the large iron gate is completely rusted.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the lock, pulled it down, and the lock opened.

Su Miaoyi and he exchanged a glance.

Zhuang Yanzheng really wanted to say, "I haven't used much force yet."

The village chief immediately said, "He hasn't come back for so many years. Could it be that he got into danger at home and no one in the village knows? We need to go in and check on him right away."

Hearing his reason, Zhuang Yanzheng said, "We're here to seriously investigate a case."

"Yes, yes, yes." The village chief pushed the door open.

The door was pushed open, and the inside was overgrown with grass.

The three people entered the yard, parted the grass, and found a three-wheeled electric vehicle in the yard.

Exposed to the wind and sun, the wheels of the cart were flat.

The car body was covered in rust.

Zhuang Yanzheng checked and found that the battery was gone.

The three of them went to the door of the room again.

The door was closed, and the wall was covered with ivy.

Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi pulled down the withered vines and pushed open the door to go inside.

It was all dust.

The air smelled of dust.

The three of them went inside and took a look.

No one has come in for many years.

The room had been ransacked.

It's unclear whether the search was done when the victim was murdered, or after some time had passed.

The dust everywhere makes it impossible to tell anything.

Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi looked around but found no clues, so they went out with the village chief.

The village chief led them to find an elder.

The village chief's account of Qian Fan's situation is pretty much the same.

Zhuang Yanzheng then showed him the photo of the murderer.

The man looked at it carefully for a while, then showed it to his wife.

The couple looked at each other and said, "Qian Fan came back a few years ago and brought back a wife. It seems to be this woman."

"Is he married?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"He came back a few years ago, bringing a woman with him. He introduced her to us as his wife. We don't know if they're legally married," the woman said.

"Do you know where he is and what kind of business he does?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I don’t know, I asked him but he wouldn’t tell me,” the man said. “In rural areas like ours, people love to ask all sorts of questions, but Qian Fan never said anything.”

"I'll go call his second aunt next door; she might know more about this." The woman went out to call for her.

He soon returned with another woman.

Zhuang Yanzheng showed her the photo again.

“It’s Qian Fan’s wife. I remember her. That woman doesn’t like to talk. Qian Fan brought her home, and she stayed at home and never went out. Once I went to his house to borrow something and talked to her, but she didn’t say anything. At that time, people in the village were saying that she was mute.”

"And then?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"Then one night, I got home after playing mahjong at 11 p.m. and heard Qian Fan hitting her. She was crying and begging me not to hit her. Ouch." The woman shook her head.

Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng exchanged another glance.

"Actually, when this woman was in our village, we all secretly said that she was a mentally challenged wife that Qian Fan bought."

"Otherwise, why would someone who looks much younger than him be with a man in his fifties? He may make some money outside, but he drinks and gambles; he's not a good person."

"Where did his wife go?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"He went with Qian Fan."

"When did you leave?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"Oh dear, I didn't know that, and I didn't pay much attention. Anyway, I just left."

Su Miaoyi received the information.

Qian Fan and the "Qian Fan's wife" that everyone was talking about disappeared at the same time.

"Do you know what Qian Fan's wife's name is?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"I don't know, I've never heard of it."

Goodnight everybody