"I can't get in touch..."
Lin Yi muttered to himself, feeling an uneasy premonition.
"Let's just start digging."
His colleagues, holding tools, began the excavation work.
Lin Yi walked to the side and saw a wooden board thrown on the ground.
He shone his cell phone light on it and saw the name Ma Haiqiang written in red paint.
There were drips of paint coming down, looking like streaks of blood.
Gently, Lin Yi touched it and found that the paint had dried. This board had been there for at least 24 hours; otherwise, the paint wouldn't have dried so thoroughly.
"Fang Zhiping."
Lin Yi waved his hand and called out.
Fang Zhiping, who stood next to Gu Yiran, heard Lin Yi calling him and shuffled over.
Clearly, he was terrified.
"Officer."
"I want to ask, where is your grandfather's grave?"
Fang Zhiping pointed in the direction behind Lin Yi, "It's to the north, about two hundred meters or so."
