Chen Yan thought for a moment and said, "You go to the county library or archives, and check the county chronicles of this county. See if there was a prominent family with the surname Sun in ancient times. Focus on the Northern Song Dynasty and the periods after it.
Then, find a way to investigate whether Mrs. He and Sun Chen’s Sun Family have any connection with the prominent Sun family I asked you to find out about. See if they are descendants of that Sun family."
Most people don’t know that from ancient times to the present, in Dragon Country, every place at the county level, the government would create county chronicles to record major events or notable people and affairs of the locality — this tradition spans across various dynasties.
In simpler terms, it’s like a county-level history book.
These documents are generally preserved in local libraries or archives. Even after a change of dynasty, these county chronicles are usually preserved and continuously updated and written.
The female assistant hurriedly agreed, and Chu Keqing gave her a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Chu Keqing sat in the driver’s seat, couldn’t help but look at Chen Yan and said, "Senior..."
Chen Yan leaned back and thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "We should be able to make a rough guess on the situation."
Chu Keqing sighed and nodded silently.
At this moment, the two of them actually had a shared general judgment about the situation:
Sun Zhihui lost his son four years ago, and his wife died last year, leaving him alone. Moreover, when his son was caught for drug use, the He Family severed their ties with them due to this event and withdrew the previous preferential treatment and care they had given to the family.
Sun Zhihui caused a scene after his son’s death, indicating that he is an unreasonable and muddle-headed person.
With his son dead and later his wife also dead, based on his behavior, he had every reason to bear a grudge against Mrs. He — she who had declared she wouldn’t interfere with his son’s matter and severed ties between the two families.
Therefore, after his son died and later his wife died, turning into a lonely man, Sun Zhihui likely harbored all his hatred and resentment towards Mrs. He.
He had sufficient motive for revenge.
Theoretically, with his wife and son gone, and reaching old age with nothing to lose, Sun Zhihui became a "fearless" person who had every reason to risk everything.
He sold his only residence half a year ago, likely starting from that point to plan his revenge, selling the house to gather funds.
The three men from He Village — Ding Youquan, Wang Dasheng, and He Deyan, were probably his accomplices bought with money.
After being bribed by Sun Zhihui, the three already had a plan against the He Family.
So when Mrs. He passed away, the three didn’t dare to visit for condolences because they had guilt in their hearts.
After all, having planned to desecrate the family’s grave, they felt guilty and dared not go to the spirit hall.
"Sun Zhihui worked at the mining site, so he probably could get his hands on explosives." Chen Yan sighed.
Chu Keqing nodded, "So, the grave wasn’t destroyed by a mudslide due to heavy rain but... by explosives!"
"On the day they acted, it was raining heavily, possibly with thunder. The mountain’s distance from the village, combined with the rain as a cover, would make any explosion hard to detect. Even if someone heard it, they might mistake it for thunder." Chen Yan quickly said, "Furthermore, the traces after the event would be hard to detect.
Firstly, it rained all night that day. The rainwater, even if sulfur and other residues were left after the explosion, would wash away ninety-nine percent of the traces. Additionally, the subsequent landslide would bury many clues."
Before Chen Yan could continue, Chu Keqing’s eyes lit up, and she followed his words:
"Secondly, grave sites are never short of explosive materials. Traditionally, people light firecrackers at graves during burials, so finding sulfur or nitrate residues wouldn’t be unusual. Chen Yan, is that what you mean?"
Chen Yan nodded, "Exactly."
Chu Keqing continued, "So, our preliminary guess is that Uncle Sun Zhihui sought revenge on the He Family, bribing three local thugs in the village to help him. Taking advantage of a rainy day, they used explosives to bring down the slope, damaging Mrs. He’s grave as a form of retaliation?"
Chen Yan smiled slightly without speaking.
Selfish, and prone to extreme thinking — the world has never been short of such scum.
This Sun Zhihui, after losing his son, didn’t reflect on his failure in parenting and discipline that led his son astray and to his eventual death.
Instead, he blamed the He Family for not helping and harbored resentment, even causing trouble for them.
Such a person is unreasonable to begin with.
"Mrs. He rarely leaves the house, and the He Family lives in a deep mansion with strong security. Even if he wanted to directly take revenge on the He Family, he wouldn’t even get in the door.
Moreover, since he had bad blood with the He Family, he would be on their blacklist. Trying to make trouble again, he would probably be spotted as soon as he entered the village.
So, he resorted to a sinister method of retaliating against the deceased by damaging their grave, which is laughable..."
Chen Yan sighed at this point.
Chu Keqing, after thinking for a while with her head down, raised her head with a slightly unpleasant expression on her face.
"Senior, this means... the three people who died in He Village were all accomplices of Sun Zhihui. They died one by one after damaging Mrs. He’s grave. This... seems like a revenge act!"
Chu Keqing looked at Chen Yan, "Do you think... Could it be that Boss He found out the truth and killed the three for revenge?"
Chen Yan looked at Chu Keqing, "What do you think?"
Chu Keqing hesitated, "I don’t think it’s Chairman He. If it were him, he would already know who damaged the grave, and he wouldn’t need to ask me to investigate. Moreover...
Yesterday we came down the hill during Ding Youquan’s funeral, I was standing beside Chairman He, and he showed no signs of guilt. If he had ordered Ding Youquan to be killed... his acting was too impeccable."
Seeing that Chen Yan still didn’t speak, Chu Keqing frowned, "Could it be that Sun Zhihui killed them to silence them?"
Chen Yan sighed deeply, "Sun Zhihui... If I’m not mistaken, he might already be dead."
Saying this, he looked at the car’s rearview mirror, which reflected the mountain behind the car...
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