When it came to calling the police, the village chief inexplicably disagreed, "No, we mustn't air our dirty laundry in public. No matter who the murderer is, that person is most likely a member of the Song family. This matter must remain within the village!"

The others echoed the village chief’s opinion. In fact, his reaction aroused my interest. What was he trying to hide?

Right then, another villager ran into the hall–it was Cui Huan, the widow we had previously met at Granny Yan's home. "Sir, Granny Yan was murdered..." she panted.

When the village chief told her to slow down, Cui Huan buried her face in her hands and cried, "Granny Yan was murdered!"

The hall broke into an uproar which took the village chief a considerable amount of shouting...