"In addition, to be on the safe side, we need to find Huang Juhua's immediate relatives and do a DNA test."
The expression on the village chief's face was unclear.
While Zhou Zhimo was waiting, the village chief finally said: "How can she still have family?"
"It's just a mother who passed away two years ago."
Zhou Zhimo was a little surprised: "Based on her bone age, she is about forty years old and has given birth."
"What about her children?"
The village chief sighed: "Her parents only gave birth to her, and they have no more children."
"Later, I hired a son-in-law for her. I wanted to provide for her in old age and have someone to take care of her until the end of her life."
"In rural areas, a daughter cannot stand up to the family. If she remarries, the family will be completely wiped out."
"How can I imagine that if Huang Juhua, my son-in-law, went to dig coal in the mine, nothing would happen."
"The two of them gave birth to a son. When Huang Juhua went to the mine to get the man's ashes, something happened at home."
Zhou Zhimo listened quietly to the village chief's talk about the past: "At that time, some outsiders came to the village, saying they were selling things and collecting mountain products."
"After a while, those people left one after another."
"Huang Juhua's son disappeared at that time and was never found again."
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "The suspicion is related to those outsiders? Didn't you call the police at that time?"
The village chief rubbed his knees and looked at the road not far away: "What's the use of calling the police?"
He further explained: "I'm not talking about you. The main reason is that after calling the police at that time, the police asked them to come back and wait, and there was no news again."
"If you go later, just let yourself find it. They don't have time."
"The compensation Huang Juhua received was only a few thousand yuan, and she soon started to shine in the matter of finding her child."
"In such a big country, where can I find it? She is a woman, so I just gave up on it."
The village chief straightened up and breathed a long sigh of relief: "If that child is still alive, he is Huang Juhua's only bloodline in this world."
"It's just, where can we find these billions of people?"
Zhou Zhimo was also in trouble. He couldn't determine the identity of the deceased just based on the hair found at home. This was somewhat vague.
But if you are looking for proof, you can't dig up someone's ancestral grave and do an appraisal. Doing this will cause public outrage not only in rural areas but everywhere.
In this way, the child who finds the yellow chrysanthemum will be more reliable.
Zhou Zhimo asked the village chief: "What's the name of that child? Do you still remember the time of birth?"
The village chief nodded: "I remember that I kept all the information in order to find the child."
Zhou Zhimo had a little more hope: "That boy, do you still remember the sign?"
"For example, are there any birthmarks or scars?"
The village chief thought for a while, pointed to his eyebrow and said, "The child has a very obvious mole on his eyebrow."
"There are six moles on the soles of his feet. This is very special."
"Because people in the village said at the time that this child would be destined to become a prince or prime minister in ancient times if he had six stars on his feet."
Hearing these two signs, Zhou Zhimo became more confident. After all, there were not many boys of the same age in the country who had both signs.
He wrote down this information and planned to send it to his colleagues to find it.
Zhou Zhimo asked the village chief again: "How is Huang Juhua's relationship with everyone?"
"Is there any grudge?"
The village chief shook his head and sighed: "Hey, what did you say?"
"When I was little, there was just such a baby, and her parents felt distressed."
"Other girls are shy and don't dare to risk their lives. But she can wear whatever she wants and do whatever she wants."
"Whatever is popular, she follows."
"So when I got married, I found a young man from out of town. People in the village and the older generation didn't like such a daughter-in-law."
"After getting married, the couple lived well at first. The young man protected her and didn't let anyone talk about her."
"She lived in peace for a while, but the good times didn't last long. After her man's accident, things happened one after another in the family."
"Later, she became a widow, and there were many disputes at home."
"When people in the village have nothing to do, some people come to her door and knock on it."
"I don't know when the rumors began to spread in the village, and those people started discussing yellow chrysanthemums."
"To say who she had a grudge with, she never had a big quarrel with anyone."
"Even the women in the village basically looked down on her. They discussed her behind her back and made some sarcastic remarks in front of her. She didn't take it to heart and walked away with a smile."
"But these things are not so hateful, and they won't make people kill her."
Zhou Zhimo remembered what the store proprietress said: "I heard that some time ago, Lao Fangtou and the other two got into a fight over yellow chrysanthemums."
"Is this happening?"
The village chief nodded: "That's what happened."
"I later asked them about it and even tried to persuade Old Fangtou."
"We are all from the same generation, and we are not much different in age. I told him that when he is old, he should not follow suit, ruin his reputation, and let the younger generations see the joke."
"Old Fangtou has such a stubborn temper that he won't listen to anything he says. He is obsessed with Huang Juhua. He says he feels sorry for her as a woman. It's not easy to be widowed at such a young age."
"Li Laosan seemed to have listened to the advice. After a few days, the injury on his head healed, and he went out to work."
The village chief sighed: "This can be considered as avoiding it. It will be ugly for everyone to do this."
"That Zhao Hongsheng didn't say anything."
"But you can see from his eyes that he is holding his breath."
"He said before that he wanted to live with Huang Juhua."
"I told him to find a matchmaker and come to propose marriage. It's clear that the matchmaker is marrying him."
"But Zhao Hongsheng didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't do anything and didn't let go of the matter."
"No, last time the three of us bumped into each other for some reason."
"They all came to this yard before and after. They didn't care about the relationship between the neighbors, and they completely broke up and started fighting."
"It's embarrassing to talk about this."
When Zhou Zhimo heard what happened, several people said roughly the same thing. He suspected that Huang Juhua's murder had a lot to do with these three people.
The women in the village hated her because they couldn't stand her style, so they didn't want to risk getting rid of her.
But if these three people killed someone for love, it would be very possible.
Xiaofeng said that the method of dismembering the body was very professional and the tools were very sharp. Is it really that old square head who walks slowly?
All the questions that should be asked were asked, and the colleagues looked around. Zhou Zhimo stood up, smiled and said to the village chief, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation."
The village chief stood up holding his knees and waved his hand: "What an injustice!"
