1311: Chapter 639: Carrying a Corpse and Turning Oneself In_3 1311: Chapter 639: Carrying a Corpse and Turning Oneself In_3 However, the likes of Pang Fa, with keen minds, had already figured things out.
As for Xiang Changqing looking clueless, he was just feigning ignorance while knowing full well.
The tractor chugged over, and Pang Fa and Heizi cheerfully hopped on without minding the uncleaned cow dung in the crevices.
Once seated, they called out to Xiang Changqing to get ready and then shouted to the driver, “Let’s go, hurry up!”
As the tractor drove off, Yan Wenhai frowned and said to Yan Fei, “This is no small matter; don’t let them ss around and cause trouble!”
Yan Fei pretended to be confused, “What ssing around?”
Turning his head, he sneakily whispered to Lin Xiui, who seed puzzled by the father and son’s conversation, “Mom, go see how that family is doing!
If they’re alright, find a chance to ntion it to Old Gao and Aunt Yu i that they should just have a wedding since they’re well-matched.
Dragging it out like this is just pointless.”
Lin Xiui imdiately beca interested upon hearing this, “Do you think it’ll work if I talk to them?”
Everyone around laughed, and now even Fang Xiaoqing had started calling Old Gao “Uncle.” The likelihood of success was indeed high—age differences among the younger folks around weren’t significant, and titles sotis got a bit mixed up.
Initially, Fang Xiaoqing seldom spoke to Old Gao, but when needed, she’d just casually join the younger crowd and address him as Brother Gao.
Thus, Lin Xiui understood and excitedly prepared to experience the feeling of playing matchmaker.
Yan Fei then pulled Xu Xiaoyan along, “Let’s go, we can discuss the legal clauses and see if we can reduce the sentence for Guo Liucai!”
In front of so many people, Xu Xiaoyan’s face reddened a bit when he grabbed her hand.
She barely walked two steps before she tried to subtly pull away from his firm grip, but the thick-skinned guy wouldn’t give her the slightest chance to escape.
Yan Wenhai watched his son and daughter-in-law hold hands and walk inside, a look of helplessness on his face.
When Xiang Changqing reached the station entrance with the tractor, Officer Xu’s face already looked quite displeased.
Seeing the tractor arrive, Dang Wenzheng, who had been hanging his head beside him, hurriedly ran over, ready to help, almost as if carrying a body was better than standing beside the station chief!
He ran a bit too fast and, given the size of the station yard, it was clear; no one was inside, and he couldn’t just hide in there forever.
The mont he stepped out and reported that no one was inside, how could Officer Xu not understand?
That simple-looking fellow who had used the “going to the toilet to find soone” excuse had clearly deceived him and was probably running ho by now… People really aren’t what they seem!
Looking around at the spectators, each appearing simple but quickly retreating into silence when spoken to, so were plainly pretending to be confused yet it was obvious they knew everything yet chose to feign ignorance.
In such a scenario, how could Officer Xu look pleased?
It wasn’t until Xiang Changqing ca over with the tractor that Officer Xu’s expression lightened slightly.
As a few people lifted the body onto the tractor, Officer Xu’s pager buzzed at his waist, and his face upon reading the ssage was…fraught with mixed emotions.
The ssage was short and simple: “Chief, the suspect responsible for killing the thief has surrendered.”
People say trouble springs from the land of poverty and hostility, but it seems that even in places that aren’t destitute or harsh, work isn’t any easier!
Clearly inexperienced, Officer Xu held the pager, full of reflections: Here he was worrying about not finding the suspect, and there the person had gone to the police station to surrender himself.
What kind of situation was this?
Looking around at the ring of onlookers, Officer Xu felt another wave of deep helplessness: clearly so among them knew everything but still wouldn’t share with him.
Was he really such a failure as a station chief?
Honestly, he was sowhat wronged; the previous chief had the cooperation of local bigwig Boss Yan, who had managed many capable things.
Here he was, a young new chief without significant achievents, trying to gain everyone’s approval—no easy task to achieve overnight!
In other words, had he not co today and let one of the ‘old-tirs’ from the station like Xiang Changqing handle it, things might have been done more smoothly.
As for why the suspect managed to surrender before they could get to him, so people on the periphery had seen it clearly: Boss Yan’s rcedes Benz S600 had driven by, and the man in the backseat was the suspect responsible for the death.
Since Boss Yan’s car had shown up, others were even less likely to interfere: who knows what Boss Yan intended to do by driving that person around?
Then again, during this festive season, with a death on their hands, people were more inclined to stay away than to get involved and get tainted.
What’s more crucial, the folks there didn’t know much about the new station chief.
All they knew was that he wasn’t a local and it was unclear if he would side with the locals.
With the village, everyone was interconnected, extend the line far enough, and so might even find familial ties with the people of Guo Village.
Speaking out now might be simple, but how would they casually chat with fellow villagers in the future?
This is what the community situation was like, perhaps holding on to grudges from decades past between this village and that, yet at certain tis, miraculously unified against outsiders—a situation truly hard to reason with.
Yan Fei had Old Ou accompany Guo Liucai to surrender, a necessary course of action.
After all, he knew the law and understood that Guo Liucai had to face the police station this ti.
What the court would decide later remained uncertain, but suggesting Guo Liucai to flee now would unquestionably be the worst advice.
Once in the police station, they still could muster resources to figure out a way for Guo Liucai.
If the man fled, it would be akin to mud falling into one’s pants—a ssy situation whether it was dirt or sothing worse.
There’s a saying: trouble cos while you sit at ho!
Not to ntion that Guo Liucai was a cooperative farr; even if he wasn’t, showing up at Yan Fei’s for help ant Yan Fei had to at least pretend to assist, otherwise, Boss Yan’s shiny reputation in the village would certainly be tarnished.
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