An incident happened in Zhoujiacun twelve years ago, a regrettable incident.
It is said that in a family with the surname Chu, the wife suddenly hanged herself under a big tree on the crooked neck one night, leaving behind her husband and a teenage daughter.
A few days later, the husband sent his only daughter to live with relatives in the city, and the husband died suddenly.
Not long after, several families moved out of the village one after another.
This is probably what happened in the village back then.
Xin Xiaoqi's aunt made it very clear, but the details were still ambiguous.
Xiao Fan now knew why the little boy under the old tree with crooked neck said strange words to him and why he suddenly ran away.
It turns out that there is indeed a terrible past under that old tree.
Xiao Fan seemed to think of that scene in an instant. A woman in white pajamas was tied to a thick branch with a rope, and the rope was wrapped around her neck. She kicked her feet a few times, and her slippers fell to the ground, leaving a pale figure.
His face was reflected in the pale moonlight.
"What were the causes of their deaths? Have the police been here?" Xiao Fan still asked this most critical question.
Moreover, Xiao Fan vaguely felt that the relocation of Rufeng and his family was related to these events. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
At this time, my aunt's expression seemed to freeze for an instant, but she immediately said: "I don't know about this. The police must have been here. I only know this. After all, I was not on the scene when the incident happened. I just heard about it.
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Xiao Fan knew that his aunt would not speak again. He knew that there must be some taboo in this, and it must be related to the cause of death. In this case, Xiao Fan did not want to waste too much time.
"Come back another day to say thank you! Let's go first."
After leaving her aunt's house, Xin Xiaoqi asked Xiao Fan: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I discovered a rule. No matter who they are, as long as they are from this village, they seem to be tight-lipped about these things. It is impossible for me to continue to find out anything from them."
"You mean my aunt knew but didn't tell you the truth?"
Xiao Fan nodded.
"How can you be sure?"
"I don't know, but that's my gut feeling."
"Intuition is a woman's specialty."
Xiao Fan was noncommittal: "Men can also be very emotional. This has nothing to do with gender!"
"Why don't I have this intuition?"
"You're not a sentimental person, maybe."
After listening to his answer, Xin Xiaoqi also slightly agreed. She is indeed not that emotional person, but mostly acts willfully and is a standard activist.
"But having said that, I only found out today that such a terrible thing happened in this village! By the way, do you know anything about it now? What is the connection with the murder of your friend?"
"I can't find anything right now, so I have to go to the police station."
"What? Police station? The police station in the town?" Xin Xiaoqi said in surprise.
"Yes." Xiao Fan's eyes showed no hesitation.
"What are you going for?"
"If the police had come back then, there must be a criminal record. Or a dossier. As long as we get that thing, the truth will be revealed immediately."
"But will they show it to you? It's that kind of thing after all." Although Xin Xiaoqi didn't understand these things, she felt that the police would not give these things to an ordinary person so easily.
"So we have to think of something." Xiao Fan said.