She only remembered that the weather was so good that she suspected that she had mistaken the time whenever she remembered what had happened.

……

Five-year-old Yang Qianye especially likes the lawn downstairs of her house, which looks like a green cloth when viewed from the window on the second floor. The blooming flowers are the pretty and stubborn embellishments on the cloth, public, charming, comparable, every spring and summer, only the word "brocade" can be depicted.

"Chiba, come down!"

Downstairs, Mo Lianzhi called on his back, and the corners of his mouth that rose slightly merged with those flowers.

She ran downstairs in response, and a brand new pair of red shoes on her feet was something Mo Lianzhi had just bought for her yesterday.

"Mom!" She ran towards her mother.

At this time, Mo Lianzhi was bending down to pick up the hose, and after loosening the faucet, the water jet gushed out instantly. She pressed her thumb on the mouth of the pipe, and the water column was squeezed into a fan-shaped water curtain and sprayed on the flowers and plants, and she actually saw a rainbow.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Chiba stretched out her hand, her face full of excitement.

"Hold it tight." Mo Lianzhi handed her the hose and smiled, "Mom went to the rooftop to dry the clothes." ”

Chiba didn't care what her mother was going to do, her mind was all on the hose in her hand. When you pinch the nozzle harder, the water will be sprinkled wider and farther. The flowers trembled as if they were calling: "Come to me, I'm here, quick." ”

Mo Lianzhi wiped his hands on the placket of his clothes, picked up a large basin of clothes and walked towards the building. The graceful back is like a curved statue, slowly sinking into the dark corridor......

For some reason, the moment she entered the corridor, a wind suddenly blew from a corner, and she couldn't help but shiver.

And Yang Qianye was shooting at the plants like a gun at this time, and he was extremely excited. As soon as the hand slipped, the hose fell to the ground, and the strong water pressure caused it to writhe on the ground, and the water column hit the ground directly, and the half-cut pipe took off like a snake. She was overjoyed, constantly shuttling, dodging, and dancing with the hose.

This scene is so beautiful, bright and vivid, free and wanton, full of vitality.

However, to her surprise, her carefree childhood would come to an abrupt end after this scene.

"Ah......h

A scream came from above.

She was shocked, looked up, and also felt a trace of strange aura.

"Mother......" Without waiting to think about it, she ran to the top of the building. As soon as I reached the second floor, I heard a muffled sound, like something slamming on the ground. She flipped her little foot quickly, and a shoe was left around the corner of the second floor, and she didn't have time to pick it up.

Fear grew stronger with the impact of the steps, and she found herself suffocating with breathlessness. But there is still a long way to reach the rooftop, and it must be persevered, like a diver who rushes out of the water with the last bit of force.

The door to the rooftop was hidden, and she pushed it open with one palm and rushed in, and in an instant, she caught a glimpse of something flashing by.

Looking at it again, there is no trace of Mo Lian on the entire rooftop, only ominous as a dark cloud.

Four clotheslines, one with a white sheet in the back, covers the upcoming plot like a stage curtain. She uneasily pushed it away and walked towards the edge of the rooftop, but another, more calm consciousness, half-jokingly, said, "It doesn't seem to be wrung out, it's still dripping." ”

Moved a few square bricks, stood up tremblingly, and lay on the rooftop. At that moment, she tried to take a deep breath, but there was a cold in the air that pierced her throat and pierced her heart.

The play, staged, is a complete tragedy.

Mo Lianzhi was lying on his back on the ground, the hose was still spraying water, but his strength was weakened and he lost the vitality just now.

"Wow!" Chiba cried instantly and hurriedly ran downstairs. When I encountered the lost shoes again, I still didn't have time to pick them up, and I vaguely realized that my life would go another way from now on.

Kneeling beside her mother, she finally returned to her normal breath, but her heart did not feel relieved by the return of oxygen, but became heavier and heavier.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Lianzhi opened his eyes and looked at the sky vacantly, unable to say a word.

She leaned her face over to feel her mother's blank gaze. A stream of heat invaded his knees, and at first glance, the red blood leached out of Mo Lian's back brain, more than the water flowing out of the hose.

She was trembling with fright, and was about to run to call someone, when she found her mother struggling to raise her finger to her left chest. Looking in the direction of his finger, a golden cosmos-shaped brooch had never been seen before, and even just now, there was nothing on Mo Lianzhi's chest.

Mo Lianzhi's eyes showed a certain anxious look, and it seemed to be an urgent order, the mother and daughter were connected, and Chiba understood at once. She removed the brooch with trembling little hands, and the gold shone blindingly in the sun.

The raised hand slid down, and Mo Lianzhi completed the last conscious action in his life, and suddenly burst into tears. The infiltrated pupils lost the anxiety of Fang Cai, and turned to a deep hopelessness and worry. Yes, she thought she would never be able to protect her daughter again—she couldn't move, her consciousness was getting weaker, and she felt like she was dying.

"Ahh Chiba finally roared, and the sound pierced the clear sky.

I don't know how long later, the ambulance came with a whining, and two medical staff carried a stretcher to put Mo Lian's death on it, and rushed to the hospital without stopping. No one cares about her, a panicked little girl, at least at this moment, the race against death is even more important.

The water from the hose sank into the grass and dissolved with the blood, and the faint red mixture showed terrifying power, and it instantly became a circle.

The green cloth could never be washed again.

Chiba chased forward with one foot, and as soon as the neighbor stopped her waist and hugged her, she fainted.

Mo Lianzhi became a vegetative person, and the textile factory union placed her in a factory-run sanatorium, living with a group of retired workers. Her bed was next to the window, and she was unconscious from the rain on her face or the sun burning. She could no longer complete a single simple action, utter a complete word, and even lose her expression or thoughts.

And Yang Qianye also ended her carefree life with her mother and was sent to a welfare home.

……

"Yo, is this the little Mo man?"

"Yes, her daughter nodded when she saw the pictures."

In the dormitory area of the factory, Grandma Pu, who sells popsicles, looked at the newspaper in Aunt Luo's hand with a sideways face, and forgot to close the lid of the incubator.

A news item in the newspaper said that yesterday, Lancheng police recovered a headless male body in the area of the western section of the moat near the flour mill. The deceased was wearing a blue stand-up collar jacket, a navy short-sleeved T-shirt, brown trousers, and was barefoot. When found, he was in a kneeling position, with his hands tied behind his back, and multiple sharp puncture marks on his torso. According to the preliminary judgment of the forensic doctor, the deceased was about 1.72 meters tall, weighed about 60 kilograms, was between 35 and 45 years old, and died for more than 72 hours. The cause of death is multiple visceral injuries, especially in the liver. The murderer not only brutally stabbed the deceased eleven times, but also cut off his head and hands in a frenzy......

The description was too bloody, Grandma Pu frowned and turned her head to the side, asking, "What did Nizi say?" ”

Aunt Luo pointed to a photo in the newspaper and replied firmly: "It was her father's clothes, and she recognized it." ”

"It's too hasty to make a conclusion based on your clothes alone, isn't it?"

"I don't think eight or nine are far from ten. Xiao Mo's man owes a lot of gambling debts outside, and he hasn't been home for so long just to hide. To be able to kill people like this, what ...... can there be if you are not collecting debts and seeking revenge?"

"Nizi is so pitiful, she became an orphan all of a sudden."

"Isn't Xiao Mo dead, not an orphan."

"It's not like being dead, you don't know anything...... What about Niko? ”

"The union sent it to the welfare home."

"No other relatives?"

"I've never seen any relatives interact with them, even if there is, whoever takes over this year, which family can afford to eat with more mouths."

"Poor, hey...... Do you think Xiao Mo fell down by himself, or was he pushed down? ”

"Shhhhh

"Don't you think it's strange that one after the other is gone...... By the way, what's the name of the man Xiao Mo? ”

"Yang Huaili."

Of course, Yang Qianye didn't agree with the nonsense that her mother had stumbled and fallen, she clearly remembered that when she rushed to the rooftop, she caught a glimpse of something, it was a black shadow, and it slipped down the pipe.

It's a pity that the police didn't listen to her, in their eyes this is a series of bloody cases caused by debts, and the reason why she said that is just the wishful thinking of the girl who suddenly suffered an accident.

When she saw the news in the office of the director of the welfare home, she was calm, and although she was illiterate, she recognized the dress in the photo. One night more than a month ago, his father Yang Huaili was wearing this dress and scolding Mo Lianzhi in the living room. She was in the bedroom at the time, and when she heard the noise, she quietly opened the crack in the door and looked out, Yang Huaili was swinging a fist at Mo Lianzhi, who had no power to fight back. I don't know if he was tired or relieved, he left at night after the violence and never came back.

Ever since he was conscious, this man called his father seems to have been arguing with his mother, and there are constant contradictions. She was also beaten, slapped, spanked, burned with cigarette butts, and smoked on the soles of her shoes. She couldn't remember anything good about Yang Huai, and she didn't even want to call him Dad. Therefore, when Yang Huaili did not return for a long time, it was when she was happy, whenever she saw him walk out of the house, she hoped that this person would never come back.

But Mo Lianzhi always had to go out to find it, and for countless nights, she sat on a bicycle and was pushed by her mother, walking the streets and alleys looking for her bastard father. The streets were dark and dirty at night, and she clung to Mo Lianzhi's shirt tightly, listening to the impatient sound of the car rolling over the road. The alleys of the vegetable market are a must-visit place every time, and there are dens of gambling in the evening. The rotten leaves piled up on the ground emitted a foul stench, and rats scurried around on them, which was disgusting. Some drunks squatted in the corner of the wall and couldn't stop whistling at the mother and daughter, sometimes rolling an empty wine bottle, Mo Lianzhi was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, so he could only hurry away.

At this time, she would always cast angry glances at the thugs, hoping to deter them and protect her mother. But she was so small, so small that no one would care, so small that those people could completely envelop her with a shadow as soon as they got up......

She firmly believes that her mother's fall from the building was not an accident, but a deliberate murder. Finding out the real culprit and taking revenge has become the only hope that this five-year-old girl has for the rest of her life.