In an ordinary room, a sigh was heard.

It was an old man's sigh.

It's an ordinary bungalow, with a lot of daily necessities, clean tiles that reflect the white lights in the room, and the placement of the furniture between the furniture reveals the owner's preference for "practicality" - not pretty, even a little cluttered, but convenient.

The old man sitting on the sofa slowly got up, walked to the door, thought about it, and sat back down.

Now the police station is constantly investigating all kinds of details about the "Yunxiang Killer" imitators, and on the other hand, it is also tracking down those who injured his wife, and now there is another "traffic accident" that may be murder to be dealt with, and the hospital has specially sent police to take care of it, so the police force is really not enough, so I can only ask Jiang Wenbing not to go out recently.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

The scolding on the mobile phone came to his face, the one aimed at himself, the one aimed at his wife, and the one who was mad at him. Since Jiang Wenbing doesn't know how to operate on the Internet, these remarks were sent here from text messages - his phone number has already been picked up.

But he really couldn't figure it out, why could his son, who didn't even dare to kill a chicken, do such a thing as killing?

After the incident, he did not argue for his son, although he did not receive much education when he was a child, but he still understood the truth of "killing to pay for life", if his son really did those things, then he died at gunpoint of the police, Jiang Wenbing did not complain.

After learning the bad news, great grief struck, but he did not run away from the problem - his wife was already under great pressure, and as the man of the family, he should stand up and apologize to the families, and in fact, he did.

But this does not quell their anger, or that he does not ask for forgiveness from those who have lost their children, husbands, or fathers, but rather for psychological atonement.

But what he couldn't understand was why those who had nothing to do with the matter were even more angry than the people involved.

Standing up again, this time he didn't hesitate anymore - the family meal had already been eaten, and it was time to go out and buy something to eat, maybe a meal of chicken soup could make his wife's body feel better?

While thinking about it, he had already arrived at the bus station at the bottom of the community, the street was full of people, and a few cars came from time to time, but there was no sunlight in the daytime - heavy white clouds blocked them, but the air seemed dry and cool, which made Jiang Wenbing can't help but wrap his clothes tightly.

The bus soon came here, followed by a burst of crowding, Jiang Wenbing frowned, stepped back, his body was already old, he couldn't withstand such crowding, and after they went up, he slowly got on the bus and took out the senior card.

"Hey, wait, aren't you the one who ......" The driver, with a slightly younger face, suddenly said as he looked at the people entering the pit stop.

Without waiting for Jiang Wenbing to react, the driver suddenly put on an expression of sudden realization and said, "You are the murderer's father!" ”

The murderer's father!

The title ended up being on him.

"What? The murderer's father? ”

"Hey, what kind of education can teach murderers?"

"Huh? Why am I not impressed? What murderer's father? ”

"Ahh I remembered that the 'Yunxiang Murderer' two days ago was his son! ”

"What?! Is he the father of that pervert? It's terrifying! I don't want to sit with people like that! ”

"You say, could he be a murderer too? It's just that no one has noticed? ”

"Mom, I'm afraid—"

…………

The people in the car talked a lot, and their words revealed their deep fear and disgust for Jiang Wenbing, and their eyes swept over his body from time to time, cutting bloody cuts in his heart.

He stood there like a child, bewildered, unable to bear everyone's curious gaze silently, like a caged animal in a zoo.

"Do you hear that? My car does not take the relatives of the murderers, you will cause panic to the other passengers, please get out of the car. The driver pointed outside and said.

"I ......" Jiang Wenbing was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but was interrupted by a commotion.

"Go down quickly, my son committed that kind of crime, and attacked the police, and I still have the face to quibble here!"

"In my opinion, maybe he actually knew that his son had committed a crime, but he just kept covering it up! If you want me to say, it is right to accuse him of covering up his sins! ”

"What are you still doing there? Hurry up and get down, if that stinky boy in my family dares to do such a thing, Lao Tzu would have hit his head against the wall and died! ”

In the midst of this insulting sound one after another, Jiang Wenbing silently stepped out of the car and did not look back.

The vegetable market is not far from here, and it should be half an hour's walk to get there, so he comforted himself.

People don't allow animals to speak, all they have to do is keep silent, that's all.

Finally, when the hour hand of his watch pointed to forty-three, he finally walked to the vegetable market.

"Whew-" With a sigh of relief, Jiang Wenbing hammered his somewhat tired legs, and then stepped over the storefronts that were shouting and selling, and came to the familiar butcher shop.

"Yikes! Lao Jiang, you're here! As soon as the fat butcher who sold meat saw Jiang Wenbing, he showed a surprised expression, "Why did you get here today?" ”

"Buy a black chicken and make up for my wife." Jiang Wenbing smiled, "Is there a good black chicken?" ”

"Yes, of course." The butcher straightened his stomach and pulled out a big white box, which contained a slaughtered black chicken, he patted Jiang Wenbing's shoulder and comforted: "Old Jiang, you have to look at this kind of thing a little bit." After all, we still have to live our lives, and I think your daughter is quite filial, and it is very hard to come from that big city so far, so don't let her worry too much. ”

"yes, I know." Jiang Wenbing's voice was a little choked, but it was extremely imperceptible in this noisy vegetable market.

The butcher apparently did not notice his emotions, but accused: "What do you know? If you really know, you shouldn't come out at this time, stay at home honestly, it's too dangerous to come out at this time. ”

"It's okay, it's okay to scold, I can't get over it on my conscience." Jiang Wenbing quickly adjusted his mood and smiled.

"What a fart! Don't think I don't know, your heart is bad and you can't withstand much stimulation. The butcher gave him a blank look, "The policeman who killed a thousand knives is also a coward!" I know that I stabbed him in the back, don't let Lao Tzu see him, I saw a knife and chopped him up! ”

"That's a big deal."

The two chatted without saying a word, and soon the butcher skillfully cleaned the black chicken and put it in a plastic bag.

"Okay, go back and stew some good soup for my sister-in-law to make up for it, so as not to make it worse." The butcher patted the bag containing the black chicken and handed it to Jiang Wenbing.

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Wenbing nodded, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Hey, isn't that who?" A sharp voice came, Jiang Wenbing secretly said in his heart, turned around to leave quickly, but suddenly a force came from his arm, grabbing him.

"Don't run! You thousand-knife bastard who raised murderers! You pay my nephew! The woman kicked and beat Jiang Wenbing, and shouted from time to time: "Come and see, everyone, it's this bastard who has cultivated the kind of animal like the 'Yunxiang Killer'!" ”

The woman's scolding soon attracted a large group of middle-aged and elderly people who came here to buy groceries, and they gathered around as if watching the excitement.

"It's not...... That's not true! Jiang Wenbing wanted to break free from the woman in a panic, but unexpectedly, the man fell backwards, and after falling to the ground, he first had an expression of disbelief, and then immediately screamed loudly: "The murderer is beating people!" Murderers are beating people! ”

More and more people gathered here, and Jiang Wenbing was tightly wrapped in three layers inside and three outside, and this environment made the latter feel a suffocating sense of oppression, both psychologically and physically.

"It's really not like that! Listen to me! Jiang Wenbing's hands began to tremble excitedly, "My son's mental problem is a little bit, which led to these tragedies, it's really not what she said!" ”

"Fart!" Once again, a neutral female voice came from the crowd: "You know that he is mentally ill, what are you doing when you let him out!" It's better to be locked up in a cage until you die! I think you did it on purpose! ”

"Yes, it was on purpose!"

"If you want me to see that this person should also be sentenced to death!"

There were countless echoes among them, as if now, the "Yunxiang Murderer" who committed the unforgivable crime had become Jiang Wenbing.

"What are you doing here?! It's all scattered for me! The butcher squeezed in with a kitchen knife menacingly, tightly protecting Jiang Wenbing, who looked a little thin, "Get out of the way!" ”

"Phew! It's a shame on your ancestors, a bastard who kills a thousand knives, your son who doesn't have a fart eye should be beheaded! ”

"Look at that old man's obscene appearance, huh! It doesn't look like a good thing! ”

"Don't say it, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, the words of the ancestor may really make sense!"

Countless shouts and curses came, and those words were like countless sharp swords, piercing Jiang Wenbing's body with thousands of holes, he trembled all over, constantly explaining something, but the subtle voice couldn't even be heard by the butcher who was guarding him, let alone the out-of-control crowd?

Fools, imbeciles, and jealous people, freed from their own sense of humility and incompetence, feel a cruel, fleeting, but great power.

Finally, the first kick came out of the crowd, which happened to hit Jiang Wenbing's thigh.

"His grandmother's! Which little bunny! The butcher was furious, picked up the kitchen knife and was about to cut it, the man was recognized by him, he had had a conflict with himself before, looking at his mocking eyes, he should have been holding a grudge, and he fell into the well at this time.

But people didn't pay attention to the purpose of the "hero", and their shouts and curses instantly raised a notch, and even the strong butcher could barely resist it.

But Jiang Wenbing couldn't see that anymore.

He just felt that every shouting and scolding seemed to be gradually slowing down, the sound seemed to echo in his ears, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time, his heart seemed to be constantly beaten by a heavy hammer, and he was stuffy and painful, and in countless sounds, he slowly fell down.

The process was so inconspicuous that even the butcher next to him didn't notice.

The noise can't stop for a long time, and as for the life or death of the middleman, who cares?

It's just a rabble.