Under the effect of the drug, Zhao Xia kept dreaming that her husband was standing at the head of the bed this night, his face was covered with blood, so he looked at her coldly, and slept very unsteadily.

When she struggled to get up and wanted to come back to make up for sleep after sending her son to school, she was just caught in the pillow when she was woken up by a knock on the door, and Zhao Xia's heart sank: It's coming.

On the way to open the door, she stopped in front of the mirror for a moment, and looked at her face carefully, her face was tired, and her face was a little yellow due to neglect of maintenance, and the faint spots around her eye sockets were gradually emerging, and her eyes were slightly red, but it could also be explained that she had not woken up yet.

It's good, everything is fine, there's nothing suspicious. She pretended to be very tired and opened the door, looked at the three gloomy men outside the door in confusion, and said with a little hesitation: "Who are you looking for?" "The image of a tired housewife is vividly performed.

The other party showed their work card: "We are from the Power Supply Bureau, is this Zhu Huaijun's home?" Zhao Xia nodded: "Well, yes." But he's not at home now, last night, he helped a co-worker to take over, he should have left work at 8 o'clock this morning, but he hasn't come back yet, if you have something to look for him, just come in and wait for a while. Zhao Xia's tone was a little bit enthusiastic, as if she was a wife who knew nothing, greeting her husband's colleagues in the unit, restrained and polite.

The three of them looked at each other outside the door, entered the house obediently, sat down on a few simple wooden stools, watched Zhao Xia beckoning them to drink tea, and took out melon seeds and sugar: "There are no good things at home, the three of them make do with tea." My family should be back soon. Sit down for a while, and I'll warm up his breakfast. Of course, you have to do a full set of plays, don't look at Zhao Xia's actions now, her hand holding the bowl has been trembling slightly, and she has endured it very hard.

Finally, one of the three of them opened his mouth to explain his intention: "Actually, we came this time because we have bad news to tell you. In the early hours of this morning, Zhu Huaijun was injured at work. The person who was talking was a little afraid to look at Zhao Xia's face, he knew that Zhu Huaijun had just been injured a few years ago. It took a long time to lie in bed before returning to normal. The poor wife gritted her teeth and survived. Not long after that, they brought another piece of bad news.

Click, Zhao Xia has been holding back, and her slightly trembling hands can finally be relieved and boldly shaken. The bowl she was holding fell to the ground naturally. Break into several pieces. The storyline is cliché and clichéd. But it fits perfectly with her image of a frightened wife. Then the grief that had been suppressed was released by her, and tears fell in large drops, and she began to cry bitterly. At this point, she was really just a poor woman who had lost her husband. Grieved for her beloved husband.

Everything went very smoothly as she had planned, and the power supply bureau itself wanted to thoroughly investigate the work-related accidents caused by the equipment they installed did not meet the requirements of the regulations, and the staff themselves violated the rules and regulations and caused their own accidental deaths, which has a different meaning. Of course, the power supply bureau is unwilling to admit that it is wrong, so it wants to put all the blame on Zhu Huaijun, otherwise the glory of the city will be ruined in the hands of the power supply bureau, and the leaders at the city level will not clean them up.

The power supply bureau sent people to Zhao Xia's house in waves to repeatedly ask whether Zhu Huaijun had been drinking alcohol before going to work, whether his recent physical condition was normal, whether he looked very tired because of continuous overtime, and so on. Zhao Xia began to panic a little, this was different from what she originally expected, they didn't even let themselves go to retrieve Zhu Huaijun's body, they couldn't even take a look, could it be that they accidentally exposed some horses' feet, leaving evidence that they had appeared at the scene, causing their suspicions, so they investigated so clearly?

In those days, Zhao Xia hugged her son and wept silently every day, and the scene hovering in her mind was that she was taken away by a whistling police car, and then her son was in rags and scattered on the street. She began to be seriously afraid, as a mother, she was strong, she had already killed Zhu Huaijun, she could not be resurrected after death, she had no chance to regret it, for the sake of her son, the only thing she could do was to hold her teeth and not admit it.

Things dragged on back and forth for more than a month, and Zhao Xia was already annoyed by the people in the power supply bureau, as long as she saw them come to the door, there was no nonsense, she just splashed out a basin of dirty water, and then scolded. bluntly said that the leaders of the power supply bureau are all beasts with human faces and beast hearts, and they know every day that they are bullying their orphans and widows, and the words are extremely ugly, but they also make the surrounding neighbors feel the pain of her lack of livelihood after the loss of her husband, and they have accused the power supply bureau of being unkind in this matter, and the man is dead, and he still wants to put the responsibility on a dead man, don't you know that it is impossible for people to stand up and refute them?

It was also with the support of the neighbors around her, Zhao Xia went to the office of the director of the power supply bureau from 9 to 5 every day to cry, more punctual than going to work.

Most of the leaders are used to being pampered, and some can't bear it, plus they investigate and investigate, and they don't have any actual evidence, so in the end they can only pinch their noses and admit to losing money, so they sent someone to discuss the compensation with Zhao Xia in a good way.

At the beginning, the price code given by the power supply bureau was 10,000 yuan, and 10,000 yuan in the 80s, which was really a lot of money, but Zhao Xia didn't say yes or no, and continued to cry in front of the leader on time the next day.

Just crying and crying, the compensation rose all the way, and finally rose to 180,000, Zhao Xia still bit her mouth and didn't let go, she just cried, and the staff in charge of negotiation was anxious, and directly patted the table and asked: "How much do you want, say something, auntie, don't cry, okay?" Let's discuss everything. He looked at Zhao Xia crying there with a handful of snot and tears, shook his head and sighed, looking at a very reasonable woman, it turned out that she could really do anything for money.

The price of 180,000 is already too high, and it is also the highest price that the power supply bureau can call the shots. I hope she doesn't steal chickens and rice. Now everyone is willing to get used to her, but for the sake of her face that she has just died of a man and a child to raise.

Zhao Xia originally had a job, but after giving birth to a child, she insisted on going to work for a while. But because the in-laws are not there, and the parents are far away, who sees the child as a big problem, and can't always trouble the neighbors, right? Just in time for the poor performance of her unit and the merger and reorganization, she used the reason that she was not in good health and needed sick leave. Took a couple of years off long. Go home to see the kids. In the 80s, there was no concept of leaving work without pay, and their factory was overstaffed, and no one was happy to let anyone go, but this time Zhao Xia took the initiative to mention it. Only personnel files are kept, and salaries are not required. At that time, there was no pension medical insurance or anything like that. So the unit agreed very happily. Now, Zhao Xia still wants to go back to the factory to work again, basically that piece is already a radish and a pit. There is no place for her anymore. So Zhu Huaijun's pension is the only reliance she relies on to raise her son, for the sake of her son, what do you want to be ashamed of, can your face be eaten? She doesn't care what people say.

So she continued to be silent, grinding with the power supply bureau. When it reached the upper limit of 180,000, her silence was useless, and when she went to the leader's office to cry, the leaders also avoided her. Since she has reached the limit in terms of money, she has to find a way to leave a way back for her son. Now most of the state-owned enterprises are sluggish, half-dead, but the power supply bureau has always been a very popular unit, this Lao Tzu died of work, and his son grew up to be in his class, and the requirements are not too much, right?

Zhu Huaijun's matter has dragged on for too long now, and the difficult woman finally opened her mouth to put forward her request, and the leaders of the power supply bureau held a meeting to discuss it, and felt that it was feasible, so they hurriedly agreed and lost money.

What was the concept of more than 100,000 in the 80s? The 10,000 households are all the richest in a hundred, and their families can almost be said to have jumped directly from extreme poverty to the middle class.

After getting the compensation and her son's adult job was settled, Zhao Xia finally led her son home with satisfaction, and since then she has lived her own life honestly behind closed doors, raising her son wholeheartedly, trying to straighten the saplings that were bent by her husband again.

As for Zhu Huaijun's body, after the power supply bureau reached a mediation agreement, the body was finally returned, half of his body was charred, and he had already begun to decompose, Zhao Xia simply set up a funeral shed, stopped for a day, and buried him in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

She thought that after getting rid of such a demon, there would be no one like Zhu Huaijun in the world, and she and the child would be fine. But she didn't notice that on the night of the coffin, when the lid of the coffin had not yet been nailed, a small figure, beside the coffin, laboriously pulled something out of it, and then sneaked home again while there was no one around, unaware.

By the time Zhao Xia knew what her son had done, it had been many years later. Everyone always has some instinctive fear of the dead, whether it is the fear of life or the fear of the existence of the unknown world after death, which will make people unconsciously respect the body of the deceased, and the tradition of our country is even more so, light life and death. It is a great act of unfilial piety for a child to destroy the body of a parent.

Zhao Xia had no way of knowing how her eight-year-old son had the courage to keep one of his father's hands at that time, and he also worked hard to hide this matter from her for many years of living with her, without leaking the slightest flaw.

In 1994, at the age of thirteen, Everest lost his father at a young age, and like all children growing up in single-parent families, he was introverted and sensitive. Because Zhao Xia has always regarded him as his lifeline, he spoiled him very much, and he watched him to death until he went to junior high school, and he was still the same as before, no matter how busy he was every day, he had to pick him up and go to school every day, and the ridicule and sarcasm of his classmates deeply stimulated Zhu Feng. But he has always been a good child, and he also understands in his heart that his mother is reluctant to let go because he loves him too much, and after so many years of hard work to raise himself, Zhu Feng has no position at all, but he reprimanded his mother's behavior to make him feel embarrassed.

He just became more and more silent day after day, using his silence to counter the world's ridicule of him. Zhao Xia didn't think much about it, he thought it was just that the child grew up, and after reaching puberty, he had his own little secrets, and he was instinctively alienated from his parents.

She suddenly began to be afraid, she has been living for her son for so many years, the mother and son have been dependent on each other for many years, in her eyes, her son will always be held by her in her hands, only weighing 7 pounds. She really couldn't imagine that her son, one day in the future, when he would grow up to marry a wife and have children, would leave his side to love another woman.

She desperately wanted to keep her son, and looked at him deadly, even if it was good to spend a minute or second with him. The idea of a lover also made her appear at the gate of her son's school even more rain or shine, and pulled her son, who was as tall as him, to walk home with a smile.

Zhu Feng unsurprisingly received more ridicule at school, and resentment towards his mother piled up in his heart. He often thinks that if it weren't for his father's accident back then, he wouldn't have to live humbly now, and he would already be a capable person like his father. He began to involuntarily resent his mother, but because it was his biological mother, there was an inseparable blood bond, so he could only turn to hate other women.

It was his father who prompted him to really kill people. Zhu Huaijun has been dead for many years, and his ghost is still lingering. Because her son is becoming less and less fond of school, Zhao Xia thought that he would be able to take over his father's class and become a regular employee in the power supply bureau when he became an adult anyway, so he did not desperately ask him to be admitted to university in his studies. Since he was not interested in Chinese and mathematics, Zhao Xia showed her son the professional books left by her husband to prepare for the succession in the future.

What Zhao Xia never expected was that these professional books that she couldn't understand were mixed with several confessions of her husband. The confession describes in detail his state of mind at the time of the killing, as well as his strong desire to kill again in the years that followed.

This desire was seen word by word by Zhu Feng in his eyes and remembered in his heart, and his heart that was about to move was touched again.

This little boy with a slightly delicate appearance, a little sissy speech, a humble and introverted little boy with his head bowed and his chest bowed, a perverted seed in his heart is taking root and germinating, and in the shortest possible time, it has grown into a towering tree. He transferred his dissatisfaction with his mother and society to young women, and expressed his thoughts and admiration for his father in his actions.

The Killer Demon King of Y City is about to return (to be continued.) )