Chapter 2433 2434 Mysterious Phone Call
Chapter 2433: Chapter 2434: Mysterious Phone Call Chapter 2433: Chapter 2434: Mysterious Phone Call All three sensed something was amiss.
Normally, given their status, arriving here would at least warrant a welcoming reception, if not a grand one—definitely not these expressions.
But Lin Yi quickly realized something was off.
These looks in their eyes, he had seen them yesterday upon visiting the village!
Only they weren’t as intense!
Instinctively, Lin Yi felt that there was something complicated at play!
“What are you doing here, get the hell out, you harbingers of doom!”
Just as the trio was stunned, a middle-aged woman suddenly burst out from the crowd, pointing at their noses and cursing loudly.
Lin Yi had some recollection of the cursing woman; she was the village chief Li Baolong’s wife and the deceased Song Guofu’s sister, Song Shulan.
Before the three could react, another woman charged at them.
She appeared a bit older than Song Shulan and dressed simply, resembling a local villager.
“Get out, all of you! It’s you calamities who caused the death of my Old Song; you’ll have no good end, all of you get out!”
Facing the sudden verbal abuse, the three of them didn’t know what to say, completely clueless about what was happening.
“What are you two doing! Move aside!”
Li Baolong rushed over, pulling the two women aside.
At the same time, the police from the town station approached Lin Yi and his colleagues, separating them from the crowd.
Yet the villagers continued to look at the trio with angry eyes.
“Village Chief Li, what’s going on with the villagers? Colleagues from Zhong Hai are here to handle the case and everyone is making noise and causing a scene, is this appropriate?”
The person speaking was in his forties, the director of the town police station, Liu Qiming.
“Ah…”
Li Baolong sighed helplessly and said:
“Some days ago, a Daoist priest came to our village, claiming to be adept at fortune-telling. He spread superstitions, saying that a harbinger of doom would arrive in our village soon and that one should not go out or interact with strangers to avoid trouble.”
The group exchanged glances, finally understanding the root of the issue.
The villagers had a low level of education and were deeply superstitious about these feudal beliefs.
In this case, the death of Song Guofu undoubtedly acted as a catalyst.
That they harbored such strong feelings of resistance was not surprising.
“What era are we in that people still believe such things,” said Liu Qiming.
“Director Liu, don’t be too hard on me. I don’t want them to believe either, but nobody listens,” responded Li Baolong.
“Let’s have the villagers disperse for now and allow the colleagues from Zhong Hai to assess the situation,” Liu Qiming suggested.
Regarding professional capability, Lin Yi and his two colleagues were certainly far ahead of Liu Qiming.
Moreover, since the case was also connected to a case in Zhong Hai, it was only natural for them to take over the investigation.
“Make way, make way,” Li Baolong said loudly:
“I’m telling you, anyone who dares to obstruct the police from handling the case will be arrested. Director Liu is right here, so don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Seeing that things were getting serious, the people of Jindou Village didn’t dare to be too presumptuous.
There’s a saying that the law does not punish the masses; they had no problem causing a commotion together, but no one wanted to be the scapegoat.
After suppressing the anger in the villagers’ hearts, Lin Yi and the others approached the body.
There was a stretcher on the ground, covered with a white cloth. Lin Yi lifted it to reveal the body of Song Guofu.
“Do you have gloves? Give me a pair,” Lin Yi asked Liu Qiming.
“Yes, just a moment,” Liu Qiming replied.
Liu Changming called someone to bring over a pair of gloves, and Lin Yi began the autopsy work.
To Lin Yi’s surprise, Song Guofu’s cause of death was strikingly obvious, his neck had been broken.
Besides that, there were many minor wounds on the body.
Clearly, there had been a struggle with the killer before death.
Afterward, Lin Yi conducted a comprehensive examination of the body and then returned to the sides of Zhang Hui and Zhu Junchi.
“Our speculation was completely correct, the killer is professionally trained. Song Guofu’s neck was twisted, and that’s the fatal injury. He died approximately 28 hours ago, around 8 o’clock last night.”
“Eight o’clock?”
Before Zhang Hui could speak, Song Guofu’s wife, Ma Cailian, exclaimed in surprise:
“Impossible, he called me after 10 o’clock last night, saying he was drinking in town and would come back late. How could something have happened just after 8 o’clock?”
“Hm? He called you after 10 o’clock?”
Zhang Hui turned to Lin Yi, “Could there have been a mistake in the examination?”
“Impossible, I said 28 hours, and that was a conservative estimate,” Lin Yi stated:
“This is probably a trick played by the killer. As for how they did it, we’ll need to investigate slowly.”
Zhang Hui turned around and called Ma Cailian over.
“Are you sure you didn’t get the time wrong?”
“No, I have the call records right here.”
Ma Cailian took out her phone, and the three of them saw the call log.
At 10:38 last night, Song Guofu indeed made a call back home.
“Are you sure the person who called you was Song Guofu?”
“It was him, I can tell by his voice.”
“When was the last time you saw Song Guofu?”
“It was after 5 o’clock yesterday evening,” Ma Cailian said:
“He told me he wasn’t feeling great, had arranged to have a drink with friends, and then left the house.”
“Did he go to town on his own initiative?”
Ma Cailian nodded, wiping away tears as she spoke:
“He called to say he’d be back late, and since he often does this, I didn’t pay much attention to it. When I woke up in the morning and found out he hadn’t returned all night, I called him but nobody answered. I thought maybe he had drunk too much and hadn’t sobered up, I didn’t think much of it, but then something happened.”
“Who discovered the body.” Zhang Hui asked, looking at Li Baolong.
“She found it,” Li Baolong pointed at Ma Cailian and said.
“How did you discover it?”
“After getting up, I went to do some work in the field, and while I was tilling the soil, I noticed one area was a bit raised, so I dug there a little, and then…”
Ma Cailian couldn’t finish her sentence as she burst into unrestrained sobbing, and Zhang Hui couldn’t continue questioning.
However, all the important information that needed to be known was obtained.
The group stepped aside to analyze the case.
“The call at 10:38, I guess was made by the killer,” Lin Yi said:
“When Ma Haiqiang died, the killer had also used his phone to send a WeChat message to his wife, Sun Xue. Now it seems to be a repeat of the old trick, nothing surprising.”
“But there is a difference between the two,” Zhu Junchi said, frowning:
“Sending a WeChat message and making a phone call are two different concepts, voices can reveal information.”
“That’s exactly the issue, but I am ninety percent sure that the person who made the call was definitely not Song Guofu!” Lin Yi stated:
“Think about it, Fang Daye, Ma Haiqiang, Wang Jiasu, and Song Lin, their deaths were all meticulously staged by the killer, and a layperson couldn’t possibly find any clues. But now Song Guofu died so clearly, the autopsy was straightforward, naturally other means are needed to cover up evidence and clues, and this is the best proof!”