Chapter 469

Hao Maodong's words were like a thunderclap, and the office suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Wang Furong had never had a chance to greet Hao Maodong. Suddenly hearing Hao Maodong's words, he was shocked.

"Brother Maodong, you... what you said is true?"

They all knew about the old branch secretary going missing. For so many years, when the old people in the village chatted, they would mention it from time to time.

Hao Maodong then noticed Wang Furong: "True, I saw it with my own eyes back then. For so many years, sometimes I would dream of the scene that day. When I woke up in the morning, my heart was very uneasy, but I didn't dare to say it out."

Xing Wenbin was also shocked and asked Zhong An: "Do you know about this case?"

Zhong An shook his head: "No!"

At this time, an old criminal police officer said: "I know. At that time, I was at the Yulan Township Police Station. I received the report from the family and reported it to the county bureau. After analysis by the special case team, it was determined that the person had likely been murdered, but the body was never found, so this case has been hanging."

Xing Wenbin said: "Contact the Yixian County Bureau immediately and have the materials for this case faxed over."

"Yes!" The old criminal police officer grabbed the phone on the desk and contacted the Yixian County Bureau.

"Team Leader Xing!" Someone else walked in: "These two Hou Tun Village villagers want to report Chen Zhonghou."

Two villagers walked in. Seeing Hao Maodong and Wang Furong, they nodded tacitly.

Immediately after, villagers from Hou Tun Village arrived one after another. Soon, the entire criminal police team became busy.

In fact, most of the content reported by the people who came over was hearsay.

After being busy for almost a day, without even having time to eat lunch, Xing Wenbin had people categorize the reported content. Economic issues were handed over to the relevant departments.

For those involving criminal matters, after Xing Wenbin reported to Dai Hongwei, he led people to Hou Tun Village overnight. Under Hao Maodong's leadership, they came to a graveyard less than two miles outside the village.

"Leader, this is the grave of Chen Zhonghou's father. The three brothers moved their father's remains out, buried them not far away, and then buried the old branch secretary alive in this grave."

"Are you sure?" Xing Wenbin's tone was very serious: "If it's not in here, you will be held responsible."

Hao Maodong nodded heavily: "Sure, I remember very clearly. My mother had just passed away, and it was a rainy season. Because the grave soil wasn't buried thick, I was afraid the rain would wash the grave soil away, so I ran over overnight to add soil to my mother's grave.

I remember it was around ten o'clock at night. The three Chen brothers carried a sack over, then dug up their father's grave and threw the sack in.

I vaguely heard the sound of someone shouting for help, and I also heard Chen Zhonghou curse, saying why did he wake up so quickly. Then I watched them bury the person, but I didn't know who it was. Immediately after, they dug a pit not far away and reburied their father.

But they didn't leave; they stayed until almost dawn before leaving. I was very scared at the time because if I were discovered by them, I would be dead too. But my conscience told me I couldn't leave; there was a living person buried in there.

Then I took a shovel and desperately dug up the grave. I opened the sack and found it was actually the old branch secretary, who was already out of breath. I was afraid Chen Zhonghou and the others would return, so I hurriedly buried the person again.

This matter has always lingered in my mind. The three Chen brothers have connections in the township, county, and city, and I didn't dare to report it. So, for these years, my heart has always been lived in unease."

Xing Wenbin also understood that seventeen years ago, it was exactly the unspeakable ten years, the tail end. If Hao Maodong had reported the three Chen brothers, he really might not have lived until now.

"Team Leader Xing, should we dig or not?" Pei Jingshu asked, holding an iron pickaxe.

"Dig!" Xing Wenbin gave the order without hesitation.

Pei Jingshu raised the iron pickaxe and started digging. Because it was frozen soil, it took a lot of effort and she was covered in sweat before she dug a small pit.

"Let me do it."

A strong man grabbed the iron pickaxe, took off his big cotton-padded coat, swung his arms, and started digging.

After more than an hour, finally, the upper