Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Without a press card, she wore a denim T-shirt and carried a backpack, entering a village near Jin County—Liuxia Village—like a college student, not forgetting to wear the mask Mr. Su had left her.

As soon as she arrived at the village entrance, she heard a commotion coming from inside the village. Following the sound, she saw villagers three layers deep surrounding a farmhouse, with the noise emanating from within. A woman’s sharp scolding was particularly piercing, "Told you to be shameless! Told you can’t live without a man! Told you if you’re a man, you’re XXXXXX..."

The words that followed became increasingly vulgar, accompanied by the "slap" sounds of beatings. Another woman dragged out her cries, "Stop beating! Stop beating! If you have to beat, beat me! I’ll give my life to reimburse your Zhao Family! Spare her! If you keep beating, you’ll kill her! No matter what, she’s the flesh that fell from my body!"

Tu Hengsha quickly asked a woman nearby what was happening.

The woman spat on the ground, expressing her strong contempt and anger, "Shameless woman! Her man fell ill, and she took up with someone else! Caught in bed by her granny! Such a wretched woman! So shameless! Deserving of a man’s X, this despicable thing!"

Each profane word flooded into Tu Hengsha’s ears, and she hastily interrupted, "Ill? What illness?"

The woman scrutinized her, "You’re not a local, are you?"

Tu Hengsha scratched her head, "Oh, yes, I’m from out of town, here to find my classmate!" Xiao Xu, I’m here to find you!

"Oh, no wonder! Ah, the matters in our village, such suffering! The men have all contracted this strange illness! They call it pneumoconiosis! Their bodies are breaking down! They can hardly breathe! The hospital can’t cure it! They’ve spent heaps of money! Haven’t seen anyone cured!" The woman’s fury shifted to sighs.

Suddenly, there was a clamor in the crowd, followed by a woman’s high-pitched, heart-wrenching scream, "My daughter! My daughter! Don’t scare your mother like this! What are you trying to do!"

"Oh no! Couldn’t endure the beatings and attempted suicide!" The woman hurriedly squeezed into the crowd to see.

Tu Hengsha also quickly found a gap and squeezed in. As she did, she heard someone say, "Still has the gall to seek death! In the old society, she’d be drowned in a pig cage! Cough, cough, cough..." Speaking with weak breath, continually coughing.

Tu Hengsha couldn’t afford to find who had spoken because, after squeezing into the circle, she was shocked by the scene before her: a thin young woman lay sprawled on the ground, stripped down to her underwear, with welts from the beatings all over her body. A stick lay on the ground—evidently used for the beating. The young woman also had a wound on her forehead that was bleeding. Looking at the traces of blood on the wall, was it because she had slammed her head against it earlier?

At this moment, the woman was being held by an older woman—the one who had been shouting "daughter," so this must be her mother, right? Yet the young woman’s face bore a numb and vacant expression, her eyes empty, like a shell from which the soul had been drawn. No matter how much the woman cried at her ear, she showed no reaction.

Meanwhile, another woman, hands on hips, began cursing again, "Death? With those worn-out shoes, dying is still disgraceful! If you want to die, do it far away! Don’t dirty the door of my Zhao Family!"

Among the onlookers were both men and women. Tu Hengsha couldn’t bear to remain indifferent, seeing a woman almost naked in broad daylight being "displayed." Regardless of what she had done, no one should be treated with such disrespect.

She was just about to step forward to suggest the woman be dressed when she heard the sound of a child