In four hours, it is very simple for a most elite professional soldier to kill two ordinary people and find their traces.
Although Xiaoyang Town is called a town, most of them are farmers. At noon, when the sun was shining, Zhizhi shouted irritably. The villagers gathered in groups of three and five, sat in the shade of the trees to enjoy the cool air, and were talking about half a year ago.
Zhou Zhenping’s murder case and his execution this morning
Zhou Zhenping is so familiar with this town that he can walk around the streets and alleys with his eyes closed. This is also the professional inertia of a professional soldier. Everywhere he goes, he will first become familiar with the environment and he has lived here for more than ten years.
Years ago, he knew exactly which house kept dogs and which house had how many chickens.
At this time, in order to attract the attention of the villagers and reduce the possibility of Zhou Zhenping's identity being exposed, Ye Tianming was leading the team members with heavy and neat steps, walking slowly on the only paint road in the town.
The villagers looked at these soldiers who suddenly appeared. They all followed them from a distance and wanted to know what was going on. More and more people gathered, and the noise of the discussions became louder and louder.
"I went to the execution ground today and heard people talking about how these soldiers seemed to be Zhou Zhenping's comrades," said a young man.
"The soldier at the front holding the urn cannot be Xiao Pingzi," said an old man.
"Old man, it looks like it to me. I haven't heard of anyone in the town who died, and it was the soldiers who saw him off."
The old man sighed: "Oh! Xiao Pingzi is such a good person. He doesn't even say a word to anyone who finds him. But how could such a good person end up like this? This family is really pitiful, and Niu Niu's one
Little girl, she is only nine years old. She is obedient and sensible. Bai Shihua killed that beast well. Xiao Pingzi is indeed a real man with blood."
"Old man, I'll go back and get two bottles of wine to see Xiao Pingzi off."
"Go and bring me the two bottles of Maotai that I treasured." After hearing what the old couple said, the villagers suddenly realized and went home to get the sacrifices.
Based on the location described by Zhou Zhenping, Ye Tianming found the graves of his wife and daughter on a hillside less than one kilometer away from the town. But what if they didn't have the tools to dig the graves? They couldn't dig with their hands.
At that time, a woman about forty years old came over with two young men holding shovels and
"Comrade! I am Zhou Zhenping's neighbor. My husband died early. Our orphans and widowed mothers live a very difficult life. If it weren't for the care of Brother Zhou and Sister Zhou's family, I think my two children would have starved to death today.
Let the three of us, mother and son, repay his family, and let the two children dig Brother Zhou's grave." After saying this, his eyes turned red, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
At this time, several more villagers came over: "Yes! Comrade! Which of us brothers and sisters, old and young, in the village, has not received favors from Brother Zhou and his family? Let us do something for their family today."
Only then did Ye Tianming realize that there was a dark crowd standing not far behind them. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't expect Zhou Zhenping to be so popular here. Looking at the simple and unpretentious faces, some of them were secretly shedding tears.
Tian Ming felt moved in his heart. He was moved by the true feelings of these simple and unpretentious villagers.