The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. Ye Jian raised her hand and covered her eyes.
One of the middle-aged men was wearing a leather belt that was stained with dirt. This belt didn't belong to him at all. It belonged to one of the dead police officers. Now, their murderer was using it openly.
Fu Hui was a quiet person. The villagers asked her a few questions and she answered them. Soon, she brought Ye Jian away.
"Chen Jiafu's younger brother asked me to bring you home. You're not allowed to walk around the village anymore." Fu Hui walked over and said nervously, "Let's go home quickly. I'll bring you out later."
They walked for a long time. It was already 11: 30 AM.
Ye Jian raised her eyes and looked at the two middle-aged men who blocked her way. She glanced at the man with the belt. "Is the man wearing the belt Chen Jiafu?"
