The firewood room where the firewood is stacked is probably because of the fear of wetting the firewood and not burning the fire, and the firewood room will not leak rain, but the windows of the firewood room are in tatters, Tian Yuan was tied and thrown inside, and on the ground, there are broken branches and leaves, and one night, she can almost feel the pain in her legs and ischia.

There was a thunderstorm outside the house, the wind and rain were heavy, the night was deeper, the villagers had dispersed, and the firewood house was locked from the outside, as if she was afraid that she would escape, probably because the thunder frightened the hunting dogs in the village, and the dogs did not stop after the thunder.

The person who was called at night like this was not at peace, Tian Yuan leaned on the firewood, she couldn't count how much time she hadn't closed her eyes to rest, but now, she was still reluctant to close her eyes, even if she knew that she was safe now.

She was waiting, waiting for the sirens she was expecting, waiting for the police to take her murderer away.

Tian Yuan didn't know what to do, she killed three people, what kind of punishment she would accept by the law, even if she was going to be imprisoned for a few years, she had no regrets, she just wanted to get out of here quickly and find Tian Lu earlier.

However, two hours passed, and the siren still did not wait for the sound of the siren to reach the ears.

Tian Yuan didn't know what to do, those police cars roaring into the village were stopped by the mountain road outside the village, the overnight heavy rain made the stones in the mountains fall directly along the hillside, lost the stones, those yellow sand slid down the mountain, with sand and gravel, washed down the river in the forest, and the hill that was driven by the villagers collapsed, directly blocking the road into the village.

The people in the police car contacted the people in the village, informed the villagers of the situation outside the village, and reassured the villagers that they were optimistic about the murderer, not to destroy the scene of the murder and not to move the body, so they turned around and went back to the county seat to prepare to report, so that the higher authorities could send someone to open the road.

That road is not the only way to leave the village, the villagers are not in a hurry, but that road is the only road that can be driven into the car is wider, the police can't get in, this time to go and return to find a way to open the road, the villagers one by one directly lost patience and waited, left from the house at the scene of the so-called murder, and went back to their own homes to continue sleeping.

The firewood house was in the far corner of the house, Tian Yuan couldn't hear what the villagers were saying, I don't know if the road was blown by the wind, or by the thunder, or tired.

It seems that as the police could not enter the village, the whole village returned to its usual quiet, but no one knew whether it was whose family was glad that they had not received money and destroyed their house, or whether someone was sympathizing with the dead man who had won so much money in vain, and as a result, no one dared to live in the house after the death of the person in the house.

The sound of thunder is the most common roar of people in the whole natural world, this sound is the perfect cover for nature to destroy the environment, and the loose soil in the mountains is like an unconscious thief, stealing the unknown stability of this village little by little.

Tian Yuan woke up in the midst of people's screams, the screams and cries were like a flood and a beast in a panic, she tried hard to support herself, and looked out of the window of the firewood room that was not a window, just a glance, she felt that the beam of the house was crushed by something, and she fell down in response, and suddenly lost consciousness.

The moment she closed her eyes, her eyes were only the last scene she had seen, the mountain opposite the window, the yellow sand from nowhere rolled down the mountain like water, instantly burying the houses under the mountain, and she didn't have time to see whether it was water or sand that swallowed the house before it had fallen to the ground, and at the last moment, she could feel the weight of the heavy beams and the piles of dry firewood pressing on her body, as well as the stinging little feet.