Linjiang Immortal

Tinder slash ploughing is cold and summer, and the rooster cries at sunset.

Sweat drops of soil and the back is like a bow. A scoop of coarse rice,

A few degrees of twilight red.

The fallen leaves of the west wind are cold and the geese are tearful, and it is difficult to say that the ancient road is difficult to walk.

The sound of frogs is called the spring breeze on all sides. seafill Jingwei bird,

Seven rainbows fell from the sky.

Chapter 1: Blood in the Field

"Old Zhou, farewell!" Liu Manzhu staggered to his feet, wearing heavy shackles, looked at me greedily, and suddenly cast two snow-white lights!

My head was "buzzing", what kind of eyes were there?...... That's what I saw when I was a child, when the rural production team killed a sheep, the moment the sheep was pressed down on the board by the butcher, facing the butcher's knife in the cold light, exuding survival, horror, despair, and unusually white eyes;

It was when the production team slaughtered the cow, a cow trembling and waiting to be slaughtered, staring at the people with round, white, tearful eyes in horror......

I really wanted to save the sheep and the cow, but knowing that a young child's words would not convince the adults to change their decision to kill, their unforgettable eyes were forever etched in my childhood memory.

And today, I saw that same look.

It was a healthy, sane and sober person who was about to pass away, and finally tried to see a few more eyes at the greed, survival, despair, panic, and dazzling white light released by the abnormal magnification of the white eyeballs!

In an instant, my throat choked, my eyes were hot, and tears were about to burst out of my eyes......

But I instantly realized that such a look, on such a solemn occasion, was very incompatible with the image of an iron-faced and selfless law enforcer.

I had to hold back and never let the tears roll down and lose my temper in front of the public.

So I mobilized my greatest will, clenched my teeth, quickly rolled my eyes, and blinked up and down frequently, but I could no longer respond normally, and I only let out "Hey...... Hey......" and quickly turned his face to the side.

What is wrong with me today? I have been engaged in procuratorial work for more than 20 years, and I have supervised the execution of death sentences no less than dozens of times, and I have never felt such a feeling today.

Is it sympathy, is it pity?...... No, he's cruel!

Why is that? Is it sympathy for his plight? I can't tell, but anyway, there is a deep regret and a burning injustice and indignation, mixed with a deep pain-like sorrow, which instantly choked my throat, choked me, choked me to smoke, choked my ...... that I couldn't control myself.

The order for the execution of Liu Manzhu's murder case was issued, and all units of the public procuratorate, procuratorate, and judicial departments began to make preparations intensively.

Today is the day of the execution, and as the procurator in charge of this case and a member of the death penalty supervision team, I hurriedly rushed to the detention center with my briefcase in my hand.

The blue sky was unsettlingly deep, and a few stars that hadn't yet woken up were stretching their waists, kicking their legs, blinking their eyes, and looking like they didn't care about themselves. The surrounding mountains are vast and faintly recognizable, and the lush jungles and shrubs on the nearby slopes turn from dark green to red and yellow.

This small mountain town with a glorious history and tradition is hidden in the middle of autumn.

The leaves on both sides of the street have turned yellow, curled and began to fall. A gust of wind struck, and the rolling yellow dust wrapped in dry leaves and weeds, swirled and twisted into black and yellow pillars, flowing rapidly on the street, sometimes rushing towards the trees on the side of the street, sometimes pounced on the faces of pedestrians, and made a piercing whistling sound.

People waved their palms and quickly fanned away the dust that hit their mouths and noses. The scorched weeds on the ground trembled in the wind. The red and yellow leaves of the trees on the street were torn apart by the wind......

A sad picture of flowers and plants withering, spring flowers receding, and a sad scene.

I felt a chill to my bones, shivered, instinctively shrunk my body, and continued to walk forward.

The white "Death Penalty Notice" with large black characters and red crosses has appeared prominently on the walls of buildings at the intersection and in the downtown area.

The crowd of commuters gathered around and stopped to watch. Some of them were talking and talking in astonishment. I rounded the crowd and walked quickly to the detention center where the death row inmates were held.

At this time, more than a dozen law enforcement vehicles were parked outside the detention center. In the compound of the detention center, there are swords and swords, and the uniforms are strictly ordered. People from the public security, armed police, procuratorate, procuratorate, procuratorate, and other organs gathered here early in the morning.

The glitter of the cockade, collar flower, and epaulettes was complemented by the cold light of the bayonet.

A red sun jumped up from the east, throwing a fierce ray of sunlight into the compound, burning hotly on everyone's cheeks and heads. Under the illumination of the dazzling sunlight, all kinds of emblems and instruments that are already dazzling form a series of intersecting and dense pillars of light, which are irradiated in a disorderly manner.

People had to build pergolas to greet each other. I exchanged a few pleasantries, walked through the crowd, and walked straight to the detention center duty room. At this time, the condemned prisoner had been escorted to the duty room, and as soon as he pushed the door in, Liu Manzhu looked at me, his eyes lit up, and he staggered to his feet and said goodbye to my .......

I turned around and looked around, and the ground was already full of people. Liu Manzhu had already sat down, and the prison guards were busy shaving his head, washing his face, and shaving his beard. After washing, he sat down on a stool.

I walked up to him and said, "Smoke me one last cigarette!"

When I left the house today, I specially packed a pack of good cigarettes, so I tore open the cigarette case, pulled out one and handed it to him.

He smiled gratefully, took it with trembling trembling hands in handcuffs, quickly stuffed it to his mouth, clamped it tightly between his upper and lower lips, and I took out my lighter and banged a string of light blue flames, and slowly stretched it out for him, helping him light the cigarette.

I saw him lower his head and inhale half of it in one breath.

The white cigarette shimmered as he inhaled violently, burning rapidly upwards and making a "squeak" sound.

The burnt white ash was still between his trembling fingers, long, slightly curved, and then he let out a thick puff of smoke.

The white smoke curled up his cheeks and over his head, swirling, and diffuse......

Looking at the ...... Looking at the ...... My thoughts swirled, lingered, and drifted back to the ...... of 1985 with the white smoke.

It is a small mountain village located at the foot of the mountain, with only more than 200 households and a few hundred people.

The village sits west to east, and lives on the mountain. The houses in the village are arranged irregularly in a fan-shaped shape at the foot of the hillside, and the name is Shandi Village.

The slopes are covered with lush vegetation and shady shrubs. The village is surrounded by terraced rice fields, layer upon layer, circle by circle.

The terraces are full of corn. It is the midsummer season, and the corn is under the careful cultivation of the owner, enthusiastic and unrestrained, competing to grow, and has been pulled out of the joint, growing more than one person tall. From a distance, the corn terraces are connected together, forming a dark green ocean. A gentle breeze is blowing, the waves are magnificent, and the green waves are turbulent.

Maize is monoecious, and its reproductive functions are all mature. The male flower spikes are in full bloom and have entered the pollination stage, and the female stamens are also young and unbearable. The male spike and pistil are full of affection and veins, and they are haunted by dreams.

The "matchmaker" turned into a breeze and fluttered, stirring the pollen to spread.

The "bridegroom" and "bride" covered the blue sky and the yellow ground, happily and beautifully in love and conceived.

In the dense grass on the edge of the surrounding field, thousands of insects sing in unison, and flocks of butterflies flutter around the corn tips.

One of them hurriedly flew over, set up on the corn stalk, puffed out its belly, flapped its wings, and sang majestically, for it was not far behind, and rushed to be a drummer for this collective wedding.

They are like wedding bands invited by the corn kingdom, or the essence of these worlds is inspired by the blessings of nature, cheering and singing for the birth of this great life of the year!

The "Heavenly Drum" rumbled, and in an instant the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The swallow circled and screamed, rushing towards the sky where the clouds flew.

Magpies and crows chirped and hid deep into the woods.

A storm is coming!

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, and the sand and gravel rushed to the cornfield, and the "rustle" sounded.

The corn stalks, stems and leaves were blown by the wind, as if a group of old men with flowing hair laughed heartily, laughing forward and backward, laughing crookedly, laughing like lotus flowers.

Patches and layers of corn terraces, like strips of dark green silk, rise and fall, fluttering in the wind.

The wind is in the rain, the rain is behind the wind, and after a silver snake dance in the dark sky, the palm-sized raindrops pour down .......

However, after less than half an hour, the rain stopped and the sky slowly cleared.

Suddenly, a rainbow rose in the western sky.

Slowly, the rainbow became wider and denser, darker and darker, turning orange-red and diffuse......

In the east, the clouds washed white by the rain, like thousands of horses galloping, gathered to the west, and all those who came were dyed orange-red by the rainbow.

Slowly, the orange-red turned red, and the red-red turned vermilion, and the color became darker and deeper, and the area became larger and larger, spreading half of the sky, and dyeing half of the sky into a sea of blood red.

The hillside is stained red,

The village at the bottom of the mountain was printed red,

The cornfields were printed red,

Every plant and tree around the village was dyed blood-red,

It's like a blood-red world.

The people in the village who pushed the mills, the roofs of the houses, and the people who toiled in the cornfields put down their work and looked up at the .......

Suddenly, a terrible, heart-rending roar came from the dark green, dignified, raging cornfield!

A moment of silence was shattered after the storm.

The nearest to the voice, Wang Shusheng, who was working in the cornfield, was about forty years old, threw down his hoe and ran quickly towards the screams.

As soon as he ran to the ground, he saw from a distance that in a cornfield at the bottom of the slope, Liu Manzhu held a red thing in his left hand, held it high, and hit a woman on the head with all his might.

Wang Shusheng shouted: "Full of pillars, what are you doing!"

Liu Manzhu threw away the red thing in his hand when he heard the sound, and pulled his legs into the cornfield.

The cornfield rattled and cracked, shaking and shaking, zigzag and stretched into the distance.

The corn stalks along the way fell one after another, and the male ears and pistils were also broken and broken, and fell into the soil, making a mess.

At first, Wang Shusheng thought that Liu Manzhu was holding a red shoe, raised it to the top of his head and hit it up and down, but when he got closer, it turned out to be a kitchen knife. The kitchen knife was covered in blood and hair, and the entire kitchen knife had been stained red with blood.

Liu Manzhu is a left-hander, and due to excessive force, the blade of the kitchen knife was also rolled back by the skull, forming several large gaps.

Looking at the ground again, there was a woman lying on the unkempt corn stalks, and she carefully identified Fang Zhi as Liu Manzhu's daughter-in-law, Hongxing.

She lay on her back in the cornfield, which was scattered and messy, and fell to the ground.

The smell of red apricots is dying......

Her head is like a watermelon chopped open by the melon customers in the watermelon garden, cracking blood-red holes, exposing the melon pulp, and bubbling with blood.

Blood stained her cheeks, neck, and clothes.

It stained the soil and weeds in the field red, and splashed on the corn stalks, stems and leaves, male ears, and pistils around it, and it was blood-red.

"The pillars have killed, the pillars have killed......

Man Zhu killed his daughter-in-law......"

Wang Shusheng turned around in horror and shouted as he ran wildly towards the village.

This news was like a thunderclap, blasting above people's heads, making this ancient mountain village tremble!

The people of Shandi Village are simple and honest. We follow the ancient adage in all aspects of life, "Those who are content are always happy, and those who can endure are at ease." Build bridges and roads, do good deeds and learn well. No one has ever been a traitor and endangered his neighbors.

Although the village at the bottom of the mountain is backed by a big mountain, the mountain is a public mountain, and no one dares to cut one indiscriminately to exchange it for money. There are no big rivers to use around the village, and there are no mineral resources to exploit.

For generations, the ancestors only faced the loess with their backs to the sky, "sweat drops and grass under the soil", and sought Chinese food.

Honestly plant crops to live, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Although he was poor, he lived in peace, and nothing big happened for decades.

However, this sudden change stunned people and shattered decades of peace!

Those who worked in the terraced fields, those who sat and chatted in the streets, those who mended clothes, those who grinded, those who grinded, those who grinded, those who repaired mud tiles, and those who nursed their children in their yards, all stood in unison and pricked up their ears.

It was as if a large number of antelopes on the grassland were concentrating on eating grass, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and suddenly they stood in unison, stretched their necks, pricked up their ears, and tried their best to distinguish this unusual information with their keen sense organs.

Suddenly, another shout came: "Killed...... The pillars are full of killing!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the village, and there was chaos in an instant!

The people working in the village threw down their tools and work, pushed and grinded the flour, threw down the grinding discs and grinding discs, and jumped off the roofs of the houses to repair the mud tiles.

Some were covered in flour, some were covered in mud, and some were holding children, and they ran to the edge of the village.

When the people in the fields heard the news, they threw down their farm tools, wiped their sweat, quickly removed the corn stalks, and ran to the field.

Then the layers of cornfields were also in an uproar, and the corn stalks, stems and leaves rang out one after another, and they all stood on the edge of the field, looking eagerly at the place of the accident.

Then the young men ran towards the place of the accident, then the women, the children, and then the old men, who also stood at the edge of the village on crutches, supporting each other, and looking at the place where the crowd was commotion......

A man in his early fifties, tall and thin, with a pointed chin, shriveled and collapsed cheeks, two eyebrows arranged in a figure of eight, and two triangular eyes that were narrow, sharp and alert, hidden under two rows of figure-eight eyebrows, turned around as if he was always thinking about something. The temples are slightly white, the back is a little hunched, and the legs are a little loopy, his name is Wang Jicai. He panicked, stumbled, and ran towards the place of the accident.

On the downhill slope, his legs went limp, and he fell on his back.

Then his limbs fluttered, and he stood up again. Rolling in the dirt, he didn't care about slapping, shook his two arms, dragged his two heavy looped legs, and continued to run forward.

After arriving at the crop field, he hurriedly pushed aside the crowd, staggered a few steps, collapsed beside Hongxing with a "plop", picked up Hongxing in horror, and called, "Daughter! Daughter......

The people around are also calling softly: "Red apricot! red apricot......

When touching Hongxing's nostrils and dying of breath, Wang Jicai threw himself on Hongxing and cried bitterly!

Oh, my God!...... Firmament!......

The scene was surrounded by a crowd of black pressors.

Some people can't see it and stand up, and then they can't see it and then stand up, so the people in the village follow the terraces, circle by circle, layer by layer, forming a huge, circular "barrel building".

An old man knelt on his knees in the center of the "building", holding a bloody female corpse in his arms, pulling his rough throat, roaring like a lion going crazy!

…… The roar was earth-shattering, the roar was miserable and terrifying, the roar made the mountains shake, the water shook .......

The blood red of the sky still did not fade, and the sun set, shooting out thousands of golden lights, adding a bit of tragedy to this blood-red sky!

Roar... Woo... Pharynx... Pharynx......

Pathos mixed with remorse...... On and off...... Echoing in the valley and lingering over the village, it tore the hearts of the whole village, and tore apart this blood-stained twilight!