Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 296 Doubts

Madam Fang stopped struggling and leaned against the woman she called Third Aunt, crying.

"Mrs. Fang, please accept my condolences." Doctor Ma consoled her and followed the old village chief to the coffin in the main hall.

Seeing that Madam Fang had her head buried in the old lady and her face could not be seen, Song Ying put the matter aside for the time being and went to check Han Zhijie's body.

To be honest, she was a little scared. Apart from the few people who were trampled to death during the Chinese New Year, she had never seen a dead person. In the past, when someone died in the village, the adults would ask them to stay away. The most she would do was look at the coffin after the person was put into it.

Even so, I would occasionally wake up from nightmares, but thinking that in the future when I would be treating patients and saving lives, I would probably come into contact with dead bodies more often than ordinary people, and maybe I would need to examine corpses like I did today, so I plucked up the courage to stick my head out to take a look.

As soon as the coffin was opened, Song Ying smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Several hours had passed since the onset of the disease at noon. Even after death, the body was washed and the shroud was changed, but there was still such a strong smell of alcohol. How much did he drink?

"You really don't take your own life seriously!" Doctor Ma said angrily, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

He carefully examined Han Zhijie's mouth and nose, and found nothing unusual, so he stood up, nodded to the old village chief, and walked out.

An aunt had already brought hot water for him to wash his hands. Doctor Ma was so angry that he left after washing his hands.

The old village chief saw his anger and comforted him, "Hey, you have tried your best. It is useless to be angry when you meet such a disobedient patient. This is his fate and you can't force it.

Come, let's roast a fire here. The countryside is different from your city. There is no charcoal basin. You can just make do with it for now. The food will be ready soon. After eating, you can go to my house to rest."

People were busy with the funeral, and Doctor Ma didn't want to cause trouble at this time, so he asked Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan to go to the fire and warm themselves. The nights in the mountains were extremely cold, and they were freezing cold away from the fire.

The man who was sitting next to the old village chief stood up and made room for Doctor Ma to sit on a chair. Another aunt took out two small stools and asked the others to move them and put them next to the fire. "Two young doctors, come and sit down."

Song Ying thanked the aunt, sat down on a small stool, and looked back at Madam Fang from time to time.

After a while, she finally waited until Madam Fang was tired of crying and raised her head. She carefully observed the finger marks on Madam Fang's face. It was obviously the finger mark of the little finger, and it was indeed under the eye next to the nose.

Something is wrong. The finger marks on Madam Fang's face were not made by Han Zhijie at all!

Seeing her turning her head from time to time, Lin Wenxuan asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? Are you scared? If you are scared, I will change seats with you so that we can be farther away from the mourning hall."

Song Ying shook his head, pointed at the finger marks on Madam Fang's face, raised his hand and touched his cheek, then stretched out his palm and gestured on Lin Wenxuan's face a few times.

Lin Wenxuan was confused at first. He looked at Madam Fang, then at Song Ying, and stretched out his hand to gesture a few times, and finally understood what Song Ying meant.

His pupils shrank and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Madam Fang, stunned and frightened.

When you slap someone, the little finger should be at the bottom, so the fingerprint should be on the edge of the cheek or simply on the jaw. There will be no little finger mark. Only when you slap yourself, the little finger will be at the top!

The slap on Madam Fang's face was given by herself!

Looking at the mourning hall covered with white cloth, Lin Wenxuan suddenly felt eerie. Han Zhijie was most likely murdered, so he was the wronged soul. Would the wronged soul turn into a ghost to claim his life?

Lin Wenxuan swallowed his saliva involuntarily and looked at Madam Fang again. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was crying heartbrokenly. It didn't look like she would harm her husband at all.

Lin Wenxuan shuddered, feeling that Madam Fang was no less terrifying than a ghost.

He swallowed again and asked in a low voice, "Should we... report this to the police?"

"I'll report it to the police when I get home tomorrow." Song Ying nodded. Although Han Zhijie was annoying, it was a human life after all. Since he knew that his death was suspicious, he naturally had to report it to the police.

With the other party's wife's suspicion, Song Ying thought about it carefully and the more he thought about it, the more doubts he felt.

Han Zhijie's injuries make it very difficult and painful for him to walk. If Madam Fang really wanted to do this for Han Zhijie's own good, she could have simply hidden the wine and not given it to him.

It was the same thing at the clinic before. When Han Zhijie was in that state, Madam Fang insisted on not buying him spicy food, and at most she was scolded a few times.

Also, with his current injuries, he probably wouldn't be able to use that much strength to hit someone!

"Why wait until tomorrow? You can tell the village chief and everyone else first." After a pause, Lin Wenxuan pursed his lips in annoyance, "You almost led me astray. These things must be told to the village chief first, and they will decide whether to report to the police."

As he said this, he turned around and looked at the old village chief over Doctor Ma beside him, intending to tell him about this matter.

Song Ying thought of Nini, who was only four years old and had just lost her father. What would she do if her mother was also arrested and put in jail?

Song Ying herself became an orphan at the age of four. The fear of those years was still vivid in her mind, and she really couldn't bear to let Nini go through what she had experienced.

Maybe Nini's situation would be even worse. Although Mrs. Li was partial to her and didn't love her, she would still give her food every day for the sake of face so that she wouldn't starve or freeze to death. If the Han family had no other direct relatives, how would Nini, a four-year-old child, survive?

She held Lin Wenxuan and said hesitantly, "Let's not talk about the village chief yet. Madam Fang slapped herself, so it doesn't mean anything. Let's find out everything first."

Lin Wenxuan thought so too. Slapping oneself was not direct evidence. However, "How can we find out?"

Song Ying thought for a moment and said, "First, we should ask the aunt and the aunt about what happened during the past two days since they returned home, and then we can think of a way to search their bedroom?"

Lin Wenxuan felt that the latter was very difficult. They were guests and everyone was paying attention to them wherever they went, fearing that they would be neglected. How could they sneak into someone else's bedroom without being noticed?

It was so dark that we had to bring a lamp to look for evidence. Everyone was busy in the yard, the mourning hall and the kitchen. It would be strange to see the lights suddenly come on in such a private place as the bedroom.

Song Ying also felt that the latter was very difficult. She was also from a mountain village and had experienced many weddings and funerals at home. At such times, the host would put all the valuables in the bedroom and lock it up.

Could it be that they are going to steal the keys from Madam Fang?

In desperation, the two decided to first find out what happened in the two days since they returned home.

Song Ying glanced at the whole place and was just about to find an unbusy auntie to chat with when he heard the men sitting around the fire nearby complaining about Han Zhijie to Dr. Ma.