"Sir, you said someone drowned in that well some time ago?" Su Qing looked at the old man in front of him, who was carrying a hoe and missing a front tooth, and asked.
Behind him stood Du Qiang and the two rookies, He Wendong and Yu Mingyuan. It wasn't that the three of them were any use, it was that their uniforms were useful.
It wasn't his first day working at the station; he knew all too well what this uniform meant to ordinary folks.
If he went to ask on his own, that old man might not even respond—why would he bother with some yellow‑haired kid? But if it was someone in uniform asking, that was different.
Sure enough, when he saw the three officers behind Su Qing, the old man, though unwilling, still nodded and said, "Yeah, about a month ago, almost two now. Zhang Dahe's eldest girl in the village jumped into the well and killed herself. It was just when we were about to start planting. It was the villagers who found out—his field is right by that well."
