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After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,While Lin Daya was out feeding the pigs, we snuck into her house and rummaged through her belongings. We didn't stay long each time, just popping in and out, but we did it so often!,Lin Daya went to the captain's place to file several complaints, but in the end, nothing came of it.。