Chapter 11: Aunt Flower
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"I guess there must be something hidden by the two families who were killed, and their families may know why their relatives were killed, so they don't come to the inn to make trouble."
"So that's the case," Zhou Mo suddenly realized, "Then if we find out the reason why they were killed, we can clear Chen Hao's grievances." ā
"Yes."
"So what are you waiting for? Let's go to those two and ask. ā
She was about to leave as she spoke, but was grabbed by Cui Minghan, "Zhou Mo, you are stupid, do you think they will tell you?" ā
"So what are we going to do?" She looked at him with no eyes.
"Let's go to the village cadres to find out the situation first."
The village party secretary was not in the office today, and Zhou Mo and Cui Minghan came to his home according to the instructions of the villagers. It is a three-storey bungalow, which looks like a high-end villa in the city, and it is extremely magnificent. In the courtyard of the bungalow, there was a little boy squatting by the kennel crying, Zhou Mo stepped forward and asked gently, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?" ā
"The black tiger is dead, the black tiger is dead." He cried breathlessly, obviously sad to the extreme.
Zhou Mo touched his head, "Is the black tiger your dog?" ā
"Well," the little boy looked at Zhou Mo with tears in his eyes, "it was killed by that aunt." ā
"Auntie?"
The door of the bungalow was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man appeared by the door, "Who are you looking for?" There was wariness in his tone.
"May I ask if you are Secretary Lei Ming?" Cui Minghan asked.
"It's me, aren't you from our village, do you have anything to do with me?" The man's brow furrowed.
"Recently, there have been a lot of things in the village, and we are also curious, I wonder if the two people who were killed offended someone, so they suffered this catastrophe?"
Lei Mingleng for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and it took about a minute for him to return to normal, "I don't know very well, I'll leave the matter of solving the case to the police." He glanced at the little boy who was still crying, and said sharply, "Isn't it just a dead dog, crying endlessly, come in, don't stay in the yard." ā
The little boy reluctantly entered the house wiping away tears, and the door slammed shut in front of them. Zhou Mo and Cui Minghan closed their doors, the two glanced at each other, and walked out of the courtyard helplessly.
"Will there be a problem with this thunder, looking at the way he looked just now, it seems that he is hiding something."
"I'm on the same page as you, but if he doesn't want to say it, we won't find anything." Cui Minghan's face was gloomy.
"Aunt Hua is here, Aunt Hua is here." There was a child's sound around the corner, and then, a group of children ran over while shouting, behind them, a little girl was chasing them blindfolded, she was walking too fast, Zhou Mo couldn't avoid it for a while, and actually bumped into her, and both of them fell to the ground.
Cui Minghan hurriedly helped the two up, and he uncovered the handkerchief on the little girl's face, "Little sister, you're not injured." ā
The little girl scared him with her teeth and claws: "I'm not a little sister, I'm Aunt Hua." ā
Seeing this, other children also surrounded him, and said to Cui Minghan with gossips, "Aunt Hua, you are not afraid." "She's going to kill." "Lei Xiaoyu's dog was killed by her."
"Lei Xiaoyu," Cui Minghan's heart tightened, "The Lei Xiaoyu you said is Lei Ming's son?" ā
"Yes, Xiao Yu said that he saw Aunt Hua drag the black tiger away with his own eyes."
"Aunt Hua, where does she live?" Cui Minghan's voice became hoarse.
"On the mountain," they pointed to the hill behind them, "Old Man Zhao has seen her too, but Aunt Hua is not happy that he saw her, so she blinded him." ā
The children chattered for a while, and then continued to play the game and ran away, leaving the stunned and speechless two standing in place.
"Dad," Yifan ran desperately, chasing the vague back in front of him, "Dad, don't go." She stretched out her hand, and was about to touch the plaid shirt she was familiar with, and the person in front of her suddenly turned his head and looked down at her, his face was not "featured," white, but Yifan could feel that he was "looking" at himself. "Ahh She let out a scream and sat up from the bed at once.
Yifan gasped, it was a dream just now, great, how could her father have no face. She looked out the window, it was overcast, was it about to rain? Yifan climbed down from the bed, put on slippers and prepared to go outside, suddenly, she saw a woman standing behind her in the mirror on the table, she was dressed in a goose yellow flag suit, her black hair was tied behind her head, pulled into a delicate bun, her face was frighteningly white, as if she had been soaked in water for a long time, but her two eyes were black and shining, looking at herself with a smile. Yifan wanted to scream, but was looked at by that cold gaze, she seemed to be suddenly choked by the neck, and she couldn't say a word.
The woman suddenly waved at Yifan, her movements were slow, like in slow motion in a movie. Yifan's body jerked, and then she felt as if her legs were being pushed by someone, and began to move in the direction of the woman. She watched herself get closer and closer to her, watching the grim smile slowly dissipate at the corner of the woman's mouth, turning into a vicious stare.
"Mom...... Dad ......" Yifan barely uttered a few faint words from her throat, she closed her eyes, clenched her small fists tightly, and her body trembled like a small grass in a storm.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure stood in the middle of the door frame, she looked at Yifan, "Little sister, have you seen Aunt Zhou Mo?" ā
Yifan felt that the confinement on her body was lifted, she desperately rushed to the door, and got into the arms of that person, her small body trembled, "Auntie, save me, save me." ā
"What's wrong with you?" Wu Xi turned her head and looked at the bloodless little face.
Yifan reluctantly lifted a finger and pointed behind him, "There...... Yes...... There are ghosts ......."
Wu Xi smiled, the crisp voice seemed to have a kind of magic, which made Yifan's whole body warm, and even the haze in his heart was swept away. Wu Xi took the little girl's hand and took her back to the house, "Are you dreaming, look at it, you are alone here, what kind of ghost is there, I just heard you calling Dad in a dream outside the door, I think you must be awake but not awake, so I took the dream as reality, and my aunt was always like this when she was a child." ā
Yifan looked at Wu Xi, "Really? ā
"Of course it's true, I assure you."