Chapter 16: Sewing Eyes

I didn't know who this Ma Lao Er was at the time, and when Shan Xuening and I ran out, I heard the villagers say that Ma Lao Er was Ma Yong! The ruthless man who beat his daughter-in-law during the day.

Led by the villagers, we ran to the door of Ma Yong's house, at this time his house was already full of people, as soon as I entered, I smelled a strong smell of blood, Shan Xuening and Shi Jie immediately began to evacuate the crowd.

"Everyone, let go, and don't go in! So as not to spoil the scene! ”

Even if Shi Jie didn't say it, I believe that no one would dare to enter, and a group of people looked into the inner room in horror, and I also tilted my head to see what was going on inside.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Ma Yong lying on the ground, with a pair of scissors stuck in his chest, and black blood was still bubbling out of the wound, Ma Yong's eyes were round, and there was no longer any life, and the crazy second lady was only wearing underwear and squatting in a corner holding her head and trembling

At this time, an old woman next to her suddenly rushed in, grabbed the head of the crazy second lady and hit the wall.

"You must have killed! You crazy! It's definitely you! ”

The crazy second mother didn't resist, just cried and screamed.

Shan Xuening and Shi Jie hurriedly pulled the old woman away, and I don't know who said on the side: "With Ma Yong's temper, if he wants to kill him, he will be killed long ago, is it necessary for the crazy second mother to put up with him for so many years?" ”

As soon as these words came out, a man directly punched him, and the man fell to the side with a nosebleed on the spot.

"Fuck you! Xu San! Lao Tzu sees that you are tired of living, right? Lao Tzu's family affairs are up to you! ”

After this person finished speaking, he wanted to kick it, but was stopped by a few people next to him.

"Forget it, Boss Ma, Xu San is just a mouthful, don't worry about him, let's think about how to arrange your brother's funeral."

In this way, Boss Ma did not make any more radical moves, and the person named Xu San did not take any chance, he was beaten in vain, and went out with his head down.

Shan Xuening walked out of the room at this time and shouted: "It's over, we will find out the matter, don't guess here!" Go home and stay! ”

At this time, someone said: "What else can you guess, it must be Ma Yong who discovered the traces of the murderer and was killed." ”

"It's not easy, don't you know what's going on if you ask the crazy Erniang? How to check. ”

Shan Xuening ignored these people and asked which one found the body first?

The horse boss stood up and said I found out.

It turned out that I had just made that and also alarmed the Ma family, at that time Ma Boss and Ma Yong woke up, but only Ma Boss and the old lady went out to check, Ma Yong was lazy, not taking it seriously at all, and when things went back quietly, I saw Ma Yong's door open, at this time Ma Yong was dead, and it was only half an hour in a short time.

After listening to this, Shan Xuening silently walked into the door and asked the crazy second lady who was squatting in the corner.

"Did you see who killed Ma Yong?"

As soon as Crazy Erniang saw someone approaching, she kept hiding in the corner, she was very scared, Shan Xuening kept comforting her, none of us went home, at this time, it was past three o'clock in the morning, and everyone was like a chicken blood spirit, and they all stared at Crazy Erniang to see what she could say.

It took a long time for the crazy second mother to look up at Shan Xuening, and then her hand trembled and pointed to the window.

"Window...... Window ......"

"The man came in through the window?"

Crazy Erniang nodded, retracted her hand again, and Shan Xuening said a few more words of appeasement before standing up, and said to Boss Ma: "You arrange the affairs of the family first, and we will investigate this matter in detail." ”

Boss Ma replied angrily when he heard this: "Check the check!" You've been here for three days, what have you found out? I haven't even found out a fart! The murderer hasn't seen a single hair, and now that my brother is dead, you are responsible! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Jie stepped forward and blocked in front of Shan Xuening: "Please pay attention to what you say, I will be polite if you make trouble like this unreasonably." ”

Boss Ma originally looked like he was five big and three thick, and he looked extremely tall in front of ordinary people, although Shi Jie was not as strong as Boss Ma, but when the two of them confronted each other, he was more imposing, which invisibly gave people a kind of pressure.

But this horse boss is also stubborn, glaring at Shi Jie and gritting his teeth, if this continues, the two must fight, at this time Shan Xuening pulled Shi Jie aside and whispered a few words.

Shi Jie nodded, and directly ignored Boss Ma, Boss Ma stood aside with a glare, and then Shi Jie drove the villagers out.

At this time, Sister Qin thought of something and said that I have to go home to see, what if the murderer doesn't leave. What he said reminded everyone, and all of a sudden the crowd dispersed, and I rushed back with Sister Qin.

Jiang Dahe had already fallen asleep, and there was nothing unusual at home, I sat at the head of the bed without the slightest sleep, it seemed that the incident was clear and clear, but I always felt that something was wrong, if this murderer was a murderer, why didn't he kill me? I was the first to discover him!

After a while, this mourning hall was built, and I stood at the window and saw a few people carrying Ma Yong's body in, and Sister Qin was not sleepy at all, standing at the door to watch the excitement.

I asked her, "Who will do the ritual when the dead man in the village is dead?" ”

Sister Qin replied: "The old village chief, he has helped select the land and put it into the soil all these years. ”

I asked, "Is he a gentleman?" ”

"Mr. is a fart, he just learned a little from others casually, and he doesn't charge money, so he can be regarded as doing a good deed for the village."

As he was talking, an old gentleman came over and said to Sister Qin, "Xiao Qin, borrow a few of your stools to use." ”

Sister Qin said while holding a stool: "Village chief, you said that there is no way to go on like this, when is the person who is panicked, and now everyone is dead." ”

I glanced at this old man, half-inch head, Chinese face, in his fifties, holding an old dry tobacco in his hand, probably because of the perennial smoking of this dry smoke, the smoke on his face was sallow.

I only heard him say: "We don't have to care so much if there are people from the official family here, Ma Lao Er's death is his fate, and besides, which of you doesn't expect this thorn to have an accident." ”

Sister Qin laughed twice, and said What are you talking nonsense, we don't think so, Sister Qin put the stool outside, and the village chief looked at me and said, "Young man, help me carry these over." ”

I answered and went to help, the mourning hall was very simple, because the coffin had not yet been pulled, so I first brought a board to put Ma Yong's body, and covered it with a white cloth.

A few people were setting up in the mourning hall, I was watching from the side, and within two minutes, Ma Boss pulled the crazy Erniang over, and when he arrived at the mourning hall, he pushed it, and the crazy Erniang stumbled next to Ma Yong's corpse.

"You're just going to stay here! Don't go anywhere! Or I'll break your legs!" ”

The people in the mourning hall just glanced at Boss Ma, but they didn't dare to make a sound, buried their heads and did their own things, and only after Boss Ma went out did the village chief bring a stool over.

"Sit down, Ma Yong is dead, and you are relieved."

After speaking, he walked away, leaving the crazy Erniang to look at Ma Yong's corpse blankly.

After the mourning hall was arranged, the village chief went to sort out Ma Yong's clothes, and a villager said to him: "Village chief, the people of this Ma family are too much, so call a madman to collect the spirit."

"Say a few words, no one treats you as a dumb person!"

Saying that, the village chief went to close Ma Yong's eyes, but he opened them three times in a row! And this last time, Ma Kai's eyes were bleeding!

A few people on the side were startled when they saw it, and hurriedly asked the village chief what was going on?

The village chief sighed, this Ma Yong is dead!

I listened to it and thought to myself, this is not just a dead and blind eye, this is a grudge in my heart, and Ma Yong has something in his heart! I don't want to get into the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence of the village chief scared me out of cold sweat, he said: "Bring me the red thread and iron needle, and I will sew his eyes shut!" If you have any grievances, go and tell Lord Yama! ”

After hearing this, I hurriedly stopped the person and said to the village chief: "You will only make Ma Yong a terrible ghost by doing this!" Then it's going to be trouble! ”

The village chief replied viciously: "When the time comes, I will nail the coffin with a locust wooden nail!" You can't get out of any! Xiangshun! Go get it! ”

The person named Xiangshun glared at me and ran away, and I immediately stepped forward to grab the village chief and said that you can't do this!

The village chief shouted, and a few people on the side immediately put me aside, he took a puff of cigarette, frowned and said: "You can manage the affairs of our village, besides, this Ma Yong did a lot of evil in his life, how can he be so cheap after death!" ”

I struggled twice, unable to move at all, but I could only verbally persuade the village chief of his decision.

"No matter how evil this Ma Yong did during his lifetime, the person is dead, the debt has been repaid, why bother to settle the account after death."

As he spoke, Na Xiangshun had already handed the red thread and the iron needle to the village chief, but the village chief did not answer my words, and began to sew Ma Yong's eyes one by one, and Ma Yong's eyes had been bleeding, dyeing the white cloth red.