Two police cars were driving along the countryside road in single file, their wheels crunching over the gravel.
They first found the victim's cousin, a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Hello, we are from the Jiangcheng City Criminal Investigation Team."
Jiang An showed his credentials, "We'd like to ask you about something. Is it you who's cultivating the land around Zhao Jian's house?"
The man shook his head, a confused expression on his face.
"No, why would I cultivate that land?"
"Besides, it's not worth much money."
"Do you know who is cultivating it?" Zhang Yean pressed further.
"I really don't know."
The cousin rubbed his hands, "Anyway, the whole family is gone, if someone else wants to cultivate the land, there's nothing much to say."
After leaving the cousin's house, Mr. Chen led them to Zhao Jian's neighbor's house.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman was by the sink in the yard doing laundry.
