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Not long after walking through the quiet woods, Lu Wuwei heard a faint sound of people in front of him.

After walking for a while, a clearing appeared in front of them.

The clearing was a mess, many tombstones were inserted in the land that had obviously been turned over, many people stood around and whispered, and several policemen walked and observed among the tombstones.

"It's really messy enough to be turned over, Sister Bao'er, what should we do? Why don't we find a place to hide first, and when they are gone, we will look for clues? Lu Wuwei asked in a low voice.

Feng Baobao did not speak, pulled the suitcase and walked straight towards a middle-aged male policeman who looked like a head.

"What's going on?" Feng Baobao asked.

The middle-aged policeman who had just taken out his mobile phone turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao suspiciously, and then at Lu Wuwei, a pair of sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Lu Wuwei, a fledgling law-abiding young man, turned his head slightly weakly, but the old fritters Feng Baobao was not afraid of him, and his eyes calmly looked at him without blinking.

"You are?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"That over there is my grandfather Zhang Xilin's grave, and I am his granddaughter." Feng Baobao pointed to the tombstone next to him and said.

Her voice was calm and terrifying, there was no fluctuation at all, and Lu Wuwei, who listened, couldn't help but cover his face with his hand, and said in his heart that you are directly exposed!

How can any little girl be so calm when she sees this scene, not to mention that her grandfather's grave is dug up!

"Zhang Xilin's granddaughter?" The middle-aged policeman narrowed his eyes: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"This is my ID card, if you don't believe it, you can contact the local police to verify it." Feng Baobao still said calmly, and then turned his head and beckoned to Lu Wuwei: "Brother, show him your ID card too."

"I see... There is no need for that, right? I'm not your own brother, I'm just accompanying you. Lu Wuwei smiled, he really couldn't figure out why Feng Baobao was so confident.

The police did not ask you to take the initiative to give your ID card to the police, but what you gave was a real fake ID card!

"Zhang Baobao... You mean to say that you are Zhang Yude's daughter? The middle-aged policeman took the ID card and glanced at it before continuing to ask.

"The Zhang family moved to this village fourteen years ago, and the family members: Zhang Xilin, widowed; Zhang Yude, widowed; There is also a grandson Zhang Chulan at home, who is nineteen years old this year..."

"I know this, and I am also widowed!" Lu Wuwei suddenly interrupted: "It is said that the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family is really miserable, a proper high-risk profession!" "

Feng Baobao: .

Middle-aged policeman: ......

Where did you come from?

"Who are you again? What is your relationship with Zhang Baobao? The middle-aged policeman asked.

Lu Wuwei: ......

I shouldn't have talked much, but now I'm being targeted.

"Ah, my name is Lu Wuwei, I am Zhang Baoyi's godbrother of Jinlan, and also her junior brother... We are both students at Nanbukai University. Lu Wuwei said.

"Lu Wuwei..." The middle-aged policeman took a deep look at Lu Wuwei and then turned his head to continue to look at Feng Baobao: "What are you doing here this time?"

"On Qingming Day, my mother asked me to come over to worship my ancestors." Feng Baobao said.

"But now it seems that there is no need for sacrifices, the graves have been planed, and it is estimated that the paper will not be able to be transferred, and maybe it will be transferred by mistake." Lu Wuwei said.

Middle-aged policeman: ......

These siblings seem... The brain is not normal!

A calm terrible, a ... Not very tuned.

Ahem!

Clearing his throat, the middle-aged policeman turned to look at Feng Baobao, who could at least communicate normally: "Why have I never heard of Zhang Yude and your daughter?"

"My mother is a woman Zhang Yude used to look for outside with his wife behind his back, and she only recently told me these things." Feng Baobao said calmly.

"Is it... Do you all live in SC now? Zhang Yude is also there? The middle-aged policeman asked after glancing at Feng Baobao's ID card again.

"Sorry, I don't want to talk about that man right now." Feng Baobao said.

"Uncle policeman, my sister is not a suspect, don't inquire about other people's family affairs."

Lu Wuwei said, and at the same time stepped forward two steps to Zhang Xilin's grave and looked at it.

"But what happened to this old man's grave? How is there nothing? Shouldn't it be some unscrupulous real estate developer who pretends to be a ghost and wants to make a corpse change drama to scare people? The next step is to say that feng shui is not good here and is not suitable for burying people? In other words, the scenery here is really good, which is quite suitable for the development of a holiday villa. As

soon as he heard Lu Wuwei mention the real estate developer and the development of the holiday villa, the surrounding villagers immediately had a fierce discussion in their hearts, and some even directly burst into foul language.

Real estate developers are not pleasant, if they want to demolish their own houses, maybe they can make a profit, but this is the village tomb of their village, how many ancestors are buried here, how can they move casually?

"Be quiet, everyone be quiet!"

"We'll look into the situation here."

The middle-aged policeman glanced at the villagers around him who were suddenly talking loudly and said.

"So far, I have not heard of any real estate developers coming to develop this area, please calm down and don't speculate."

"Who else but the real estate developer would turn over this kind of cemetery, and even the coffin was dug up." It can't be that the old man's coffin is made of some rare wood, right? The legendary goldenrod? Or yellow pear? Lu Wuwei continued.

"I don't know about that, maybe you can ask the people around you, they are all locals." The middle-aged policeman said.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter to me what kind of wood is. Sister Bao'er, do you still want to worship your ancestors? Or let's go back to town first to find something to eat, and by the way, call my aunt to report the situation. Lu Wuwei said.

Feng Baobao glanced at the empty Zhang Xilin's grave, looked at the surrounding ground again, and nodded.

"Okay, let's go back first." Feng Baobao said.

"Gotta go, when I came, I saw that there was a fried chicken shop in town, or should we eat there at noon?"

"Yes."

......

Looking at the two who were gradually moving away, the middle-aged policeman's eyes were not only puzzled or puzzled, and he always felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't say it.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged policeman picked up his mobile phone again and dialed a number, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Chu Lan? It's me. "

Uncle Song, is there something wrong?"

"You said yesterday that you were coming back, when will you be in town?"

"I've already got on the bus, it won't take long to arrive, what's wrong Uncle Song?"

"As soon as you arrive in town, come and see me in the bureau."

"Huh? What happened? Uncle Song, I..."

"I blanch! How do you say hang up? Is there something that can't be explained directly on the phone? Shoot a bloody TV series! "