I'm 41 years old, and this is a murder scene that happened downstairs in my house when I was in high school:

I remember the specific month, but I remember that it was very hot at that time, and the long-sleeved white shirt was almost out of wear. Riding my bicycle home from school, at a traffic light at the entrance of the building, the red light came on, and when I stopped, I saw:

Two men were riding on a non-motorized lane and scolding each other; Among them, a bald man in his 50s (let's call him half a hundred men) scolded happily and kept greeting each other's Jiaci; He rode a big, beam-beamed 28 bike with wide, long handlebars and a plastic bag of potatoes hanging from the handlebars.

To be honest, searching for his memories now, probably because he is too ordinary, he can't always remember - the appearance of another man in his 40s (let's call him a man who doesn't confuse men) looks blurry through time; I can't remember what he scolded or said during this period, and it sounded so slurred in his memory.

At that time, I only happened to see that in his basket, there was a carpentry canvas bag.

The green light came on, and I stomped on my pedals to overtake them, leaving the boring noise behind.

At this time, I suddenly heard a shout from behind, which was the unique voice of a middle-aged woman: "Kill (local pronunciation) people!" Kill ......"

I turned my head to look - half a hundred men fell to the ground, and the men walked away, and they also took a taxi "Huang Dafa", which soon disappeared.

At this time, there were already onlookers on the side of the road, but they were wandering around, stretching their necks, looking at the half-hundred-man who was surrounded in the middle, lying face down.

I also got in - the blood, not as much as I imagined, but the deeper impression was the potato sprinkled all over the ground, and the purple and red skin was stained with blood. The fatal wound was in the head, and the rest of the wounds were in the hands, and I made up the scene from the side with a few words:

The two of them stopped and walked less than thirty steps from the traffic light, and the man suddenly pulled out the carpentry axe in the canvas bag in the basket and slashed it over.

Half a hundred men raised their hands to block it, and suddenly two fingers were cut off, and the axe momentum was not reduced, and it hit the side of the head; Another axe, the blade is in the temple, and half a hundred men pounce; The third axe is cut into the air, and people can no longer get up.

The man threw down the axe and the bicycle, and walked away so easily.

I felt that after a long time, a large number of armed police officers drove in with guns and ammunition, and then saw that half a hundred men were helpless, so two healthy soldiers lifted them up with one hand and one foot and put them in an ambulance, and they seemed to drive away.

To this day, I still remember that at the last moment of his life, his feet seemed to twitch slightly rhythmically, once, twice, three times...... Until the end.

The blood was about to freeze, and next to it was the not-so-sharp axe.

I am glad that because of my face down, I did not see the eyes of half a hundred men from beginning to end, but to this day, I still remember the slight shaking feet......

Later, I heard from a neighbor that the man was a psychopath, and he wanted to kill others when he went out, but he didn't expect to be angered by half a hundred men on the road, so he became murderous...... After getting into the taxi, he stabbed the driver with a change cone, and was arrested less than five kilometers away.

It is up to the perpetrator to decide what crime he should be sentenced to; The deceased is gone, and there are also family members who are mourning and grieving.

Some people say: Life and death have fate, wealth is in the sky; But I think: Heaven and man are one—providence is incomprehensible, and people's hearts are unpredictable—many times, you really don't know what the person on the other side is thinking one second and what the next second will be?

Before I wrote this, I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, looking out into the dark hallway outside my bedroom—I wonder if there was a muzzled face and muttered inarticular words, and if he had a bleeding axe in his hand......

Good night! May everyone have a sweet dream tonight.