Buried the coffin hastily, Jing Chongyou kowtowed a few times in front of his parents' graves, burned a few grass money, and cried in front of the grave for a while.

At this time, the people in the village had also gone back one after another, and the few people had gradually disappeared, and only Uncle Li was always with him.

After waiting for a long time, under the persuasion of Uncle Li, Jing Chong left his parents' grave and returned home.

The crowded courtyard returned to the previous silence, dispersed the crowd, looking at the courtyard full of messes, Jing Chong had an inexplicable fear and loneliness, in just a few days, the parents entered the soil one after another, the laughter and laughter of the past no longer existed, the cold hall, where should I go?

Suddenly, two words came to mind, and his blood boiled again.

Avenge!

What a heavy two words, given his current age, even if he tried his best, where would he get revenge? I am afraid that if the enemy stands directly in front of him, he will not be able to take revenge, and he will take his own life in vain.

Before he knew it, his heart was back to such words.

Soon he thought that when he came back from pushing open the door last night, Dazhu beat himself at all costs, which always made him feel a little strange, but when he thought that the other party might have misunderstood him because he was better with his father, he quickly felt a little relieved.

But what is going on? Who would hate them so much?

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, Jing Chong, who was already in pain, couldn't support it anymore, and he shook his body and walked into the broken tile house in the mountains.

The familiar tables, chairs, chairs and chairs, as always, overturned to the ground, the shocking scene seems to still retain a bit of the shape of the time of the crime, because Li Jiatuo is located in a remote area, things like this can't alarm the wolf law enforcement department that maintains tribal law and order, so in his opinion, if the Jing family's bloody case wants to be dealt with by the public, it will only be over, plus he has no money, it is impossible to afford a lawsuit.

Shaking his head painfully, Jing Chong walked into the back room in a daze, he didn't care about the bed, he fell asleep lying on it.

After a few days of tossing, he is really tired, and no matter how strong his young heart is, he has reached the limit.

This sleep lasted for a long time, although the sleep was very long, but the quality was not good at all, and there were several times when he didn't have nightmares to suppress, and he forcibly struggled for a long time before opening his eyes, and his chest was dull, and it still couldn't relieve his mental fatigue.

As soon as he lay down, he closed his eyes, but he fell asleep again, however, as soon as his eyes were closed, there was a tragic picture of his parents' unjust death, and he could always feel a knife constantly rubbing against his neck, and the feeling of stabbing made him wake up from his dream again.

Cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, Jing Chong only felt that his mouth was bitter and his throat was dry, and he sat up suddenly, and he hurriedly slapped two slaps on his face, and then tried to sober up for a moment.

Drying the sweat from his face, he got up and went to look for the kettle.

One hand touched the bed bon, and the feeling of pricking his hand within reach suddenly expelled all his discomfort.

I couldn't help but look along the palm of my hand, and what appeared in my eyes was a striking slash mark.

"How can there be a knife mark in this position? The killer sneaked directly into his parents' room and killed him unprepared, but that knife should have slashed at the head of the bed, how could it appear on the middle of the bed?"

There was an inexplicable sigh in his heart, but he completely attracted Jing Chong's thoughts firmly.

Then he tried to lie down in the same position again, and when he touched it with his hands, he couldn't feel the traces of the previous knife cut at all.

Subconsciously looked sideways at the head of the bed, and in the seat where he was lying, there was also a knife mark, and these two knife marks clearly echoed in his mind, but he couldn't help but make Jing Chong think deeply.

"Maybe it's because there are so many people and other people cut it!" The only explanation now is that the group of murderers slashed here by mistake when they attacked together.

But once this statement emerged, it was immediately denied, even though Jing Chong did not practice martial arts, but the common sense when chopping wood is usually known, but where the knife is used to chop wood, under the force, it is generally the direction of the knife is deeper, and the place is shallow, this is because the knife is driven by the force, and all the force points are condensed in the direction of the knife.

In this case, it is obvious that this knife came from lying down and slashing.

"Lying down and chopping, is it said that it is a father?"

For the first time, when he thought of his father as a knife user, Jing Chong's eyes lit up.

Father Jing Hyuk usually has a lot of strength, he has never seen him use a knife at all, even if he usually chops wood, he rarely uses a knife, most of the time he uses an axe, even if the axe is very blunt, but it is still the same, he seems to have a kind of taboo, deliberately avoided.

However, at the critical moment of life, he was able to use the chop easily, but he had to explain a problem, that is, his father cherished a knife at any time and at any time.

But how is this possible? I am 12 years old this year, and there is such a large place in the house, if my father has a knife hidden, then why has he never seen it?

Full of doubts, repeatedly finalized, and then overturned, this had to make Jing Chong take action.

He stood up, there was still a pool of blood on the ground under his feet, it seemed that when he was in bed, the murderer did not kill his father with a knife, but was hacked to death when he got out of bed and confronted him.

When I first noticed the movement and ran into the house, my father and mother were lying here, but I didn't have time to pay attention at that time, and they were chased out by the group.

Now that three days have passed, there is no sign of movement in the house except for the corpse at that time, and it seems that he can still find some clues here.

Thinking of this, Jing Chong immediately became excited, he hurriedly squatted down and looked under the bed, the gap under the dark bed was very small, and it was now dusk. So the light inside was also very dim, and he couldn't see anything clearly for a long time after holding his head up, until a long time later, when his eyes got used to it, he saw a long blurred shadow in the corner of the wall.

The first thought that came to mind was that it was my father's knife.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately found a stick, stretched it out and toddled it under the bed for a moment.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of metal colliding frantically stimulated Jing Chong's nerves, and the speed of his hand was getting faster and faster, and in a hurry, thick beads of sweat appeared on his head, but he finally took it out.

What just came out was a knife, and this knife was not a peculiar, and it was the same kind of knife that was usually used by the entertainers in the market town, and if I had to say that there was any difference, I could only say that the knife was a few inches shorter than an ordinary knife, about two and a half feet.

The blade is narrow, but it is extremely sharp, and even though it is covered with rust, you can still feel the chill from the blade.

Gently holding it in his hand, Jing Chong tried to press it into the crack on the bed, and it was just right.

"My father actually has a sword, what did he do when he was young? Is it the hatred that was forged at that time?"

The heart is spinning, Jing Chong's analysis is very thorough, but with him now, it is still difficult to know the inside story.

But out of curiosity, he still flipped what he had in his hand back and forth, and looked at it seriously.

The palm-wide blade has been deliberately sharpened, and under the cover of embroidery silk, you can vaguely see that there was a font on it, and with the help of faint light, Jing Chong still vaguely saw the word "day".

The word "day" is flattened, and it looks like it is just a side, but the words below it are not at all clear.

This is deliberately done by his father, he seems to have hidden something, or offended someone in the first place, which finally led to such a murderous disaster!

It is very likely that this word is the word "Jing", it is his father's surname, could it be that he comes from a powerful family? Or is it a certain force? This is Jing Chong's first thought, but it is impossible to find out his father's true identity with a knife alone, let alone find out the real murderer of his parents.

Unconsciously, he could only sigh helplessly, shaking his head in frustration.