After a dizzy moment, Zhang Jian and others came to Maojia Village fifteen months later, which was also the stone pavilion next to the village.

I remember Ruan Lang’s return from afar, and the snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River was long. In the winter of 1998, the entire Jiangbei area was filled with snow. The earth was covered with silver bunches, and everything was covered with heavy snow.

The snow has spread to the cold, and the white smear on the eaves of the stone pavilion slid down to the place where oleander was lush in summer. Unfortunately, the low temperature in the cold winter now causes large patches of delicate oleander to die on the ground, leaving only a little warm and humid humus.

Luo Yu looked at the frozen oleander bushes in front of him, and felt very regretful. After a turn of spring and autumn, where can I recognize the old people? It’s a pity that there is nothing in the mountains and rivers, and there are so many people who are pitiful of peach blossoms on the ground.

Luo Yu didn't regret it for long. His keen insight made him notice some abnormality. The more he looked towards the village, the more he saw the oleander heading towards the village, he didn't think it was frostbite. Why was it a bit like the symptoms of plant death caused by land pollution? Their bureau had handled cases of environmental pollution, so he was a little sensitive to similar situations.

Luo Yu ignored Chu Xiao's strange expression and squatted on the ground and carefully sniffed some of the dead branches that had not yet decayed and the shriveled thin leaves left by the oleander. He felt a little confused.

"Old Luo, what are you watching here?" Zhang Jian asked with a confused look on his face.

Luo Yu looked at the chemical factory two kilometers away from the village with a blue face. The tall and long exhaust pipe in the factory was emitting black and green smoke. He said to Zhang Jian: "There should be a very urgent problem in Maojia Village. I suspect that the chemical factory located in the wind direction above Maojia Village has illegally emitted emissions, polluting the environment of this place."

"How could a chemical factory be built on the upper wind direction of the village? This is a very dangerous location." Chu Xiao asked a question that was pressing in his heart. Logically speaking, shouldn't the chemical factory be built on the lower wind direction of the human settlement? There is obviously a problem with the location of this land.

"Maybe it's because the oil field is in that location. I think we will see a good news when we go to the village chief's house." Zhang Jian came to the entrance of the village and saw the small foreign building that was almost exactly the same as twenty years later. In just one or two years, the village chief of this village actually built a small foreign building, and it was obvious that he had a fortune.

Twenty years ago, unlike now, in the countryside, we can find a master to plan whatever type of building we want to build. In the 1990s, even small foreign buildings needed connections and financial resources to get relevant designers and design drawings. And even if we get these things, it would be impossible for workers without rich construction experience to build such a Western-style small foreign building.

Obviously, these are not things that a small village chief can do, so there must be hidden behind the matter.

Zhang Jian and his group came to the village chief's house and hurriedly met the village chief standing alone in the living room on the first floor smoking depressedly. Circles of white cigarette circles floated everywhere in the living room. On the sand in the living room was also sitting a young man with wolf-eyed eyebrows and a rebellious temperament. Zhang Jian looked firmly and found that he was Dong Wei, the behind-the-scenes planner of the chemical factory. At this time, Dong Wei did not notice that anyone was watching him behind him.

Dong Wei shook the metal lighter in his hand and said impatiently: "We had agreed to give you money and you can do things. Why? Now you want to regret it?"

The village chief took a sip of cigarette hard: "I didn't expect that people would die. A very good girl would die if she said she died. Didn't you say that those things would not be poisonous?"

Dong Wei closed the lighter in his hand, raised his feet and was about to leave the door. He said, "Don't worry, if those things are kept sealed, they will not harm you. As for the little girl you are talking about, you just need to remember that she is sick, but it is not our fault. And if we didn't hire her to work, she wouldn't have money to support her disabled father. Now this is the case, why bother?"

"I will give you a bucket of ten yuan for the goods sent in the village. You can earn more than one thousand yuan a day. Then you can calculate that you will earn 30,000 yuan a month, and 360,000 yuan a year. I said, where are you looking for so much money these days? And I also have this beautiful small foreign house, which I have arranged for you. Otherwise, if you find a rope to hang it on the tree, you will be able to pull out your clothes or not, and you will pay it back."

"Hmph, I don't want you to bother me with this next time I come."

The village chief twisted the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, looked around his comfortable living room for a while, then sighed in his heart, lay on the sand without saying a word and closed his eyes to rest.

After hearing their words, Lao Luo felt a sudden heart and hurriedly ran to a certain direction in the village. Zhang Jian and Chu Xiao looked at each other and followed.

Lao Luo ran all the way to a small house on the north side of the village. This is a typical civil-structured old house in rural areas in the 1990s. The exterior wall of the house was moated with yellow and gray soil, and the roof of the house was paved with blue and gray tiles obliquely covered on both sides. From a distance, it looked like a box with rustic in the soil and gray water chestnuts on it.

Luo Yu walked into the gate and saw that there was indeed an old black and white photo hanging in the lobby. In the photo, there was a little girl with a thin ponytail, with a bright smile on her face. In the room, the old father clenched his fists and coughed while trying hard to clean the cage. It was something he had weaved with his turbid eyes for a day, hoping that his daughter could have a place to settle down in the nine springs.

The old father's blue-white eyes twitched, and obviously he couldn't see Luo Yu and the other two coming into the room.

Facing this scene, Luo Yu covered his face and cried, and knelt in front of the lobby in a daze. Zhang Jian and Chu Xiao followed him, looking at the black and white photo hanging in the hall with a serious look on his face, feeling very uncomfortable. If it weren't for knowing that more than a year had passed, Zhang Jian would not have imagined that a little girl who was so playful and cute in the second, could only lie in the cold coffin, waiting for the arrival of the first seventh moment without moving.

Everyone at that time is afraid that the cycle of reincarnation will come. It is like a piece of grinding, like a grinding, like a camel. It is burning and burning, and it is infatuated with resentment.

Zhang Jian and Chu Xiao choked up, their hands folded, and they stood there silently.

Luo Yu has been in contact with this little girl for the longest time. He really likes this simple and childish little girl. After crying, he stood up, reached out to touch the girl's photo, and took Zhang Jian and the others out of the house with a cold expression.

At the intersection of Shiban North Road in the middle of the village, he stared firmly at Zhang Jian's face and said to Zhang Jian in a hoarse voice: "I will tell you what happened before. I want you to promise me that I will find the murderer behind the scenes and bring him to justice."

"Mao Tingting, seventeen years old, is from Maojia Village, Y County. After graduating from junior high school, she worked at home and died in the winter of 1997. The cause of death..."

"Old Luo!" Chu Xiao wanted to interrupt Luo Yu's words. He realized that Luo Yu's mental state is very unstable, and his tone is trembling slightly like the dead leaves sticking to the branches in the autumn wind.

"It's better not to let him speak out, and it will feel better." Zhang Jian held his shoulder and shook his head. The deceased passed away, and the living passed away. If life is not brought, death is not taken away. Why not sing and wander in your heart.

"Cancer cause of death. After investigation, the police believed that this was very likely to be caused by sudden cancer caused by long-term exposure to toxic carcinogens. After actively visiting, the police found that there were suspected simple underground workshops in Maojia Village that produced chemical products. They used the north-south goods transportation channels between the chemical factory and Maojia Village, and through the series of recruitment activities of chemical factory managers - Maojia Village Chief - villagers, they processed inferior chemical raw materials underground in the village. Due to their simple processing environment, the toxic substances in these chemical raw materials tempted the production of certain diseases in the workers."

"So, Luo Yu, as the leader of the serious crime team of Hangzhou Municipal Bureau, issued an order. We believe that Dong Wei, the head of the chemical factory, and the village chief of Maojia Village, are seriously suspected in this case and have great connection with a series of subsequent cases spanning twenty years, so we ask our superiors to arrest them."

(End of this chapter)
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