"Is there anything else?" Zheng Qingshan was beginning to believe Liu Qiang.
"Xiuying knows who that man is. He's from the neighboring village. Everyone calls him Gouwa. Gouwa even has one of Xiuying's shoes. You can go search."
Zheng Qingshan patted Liu Qiang's arm, "Stay here and behave yourself. Xiao Liu, Xiao Wang, come with me."
...
In less than half an hour, the police car roared into neighboring Xialiu Village.
A crowd had gathered in front of Gouwa's house, where his nephew, dressed entirely in white, was receiving the visitors.
Everyone was participating in the feast, and according to the process, the coffin had already been buried.
"Hey, your uncle was honest and straightforward all his life, couldn't even marry, then suddenly he's gone. Such a miserable fate."
"Yes, Granduncle, he's been laid to rest. Let's hope he reincarnates into a good family in the next life."
...
As they were talking, several police officers walked in, led by Zheng Qingshan.
