It was late at night, and everything in Yinxi Town had fallen asleep. The trees were silent, old and sad. There were still no street lights, and the darkness that could not be seen seemed to swallow the town. Heaven and earth seemed to be silent, and the wind stopped flowing. The pottery placed in the town seems to have fallen into a mysterious silence, silent in the cold wind...... The darkness of the night makes it difficult to see whether it is light or dark in the night.

"Bang", the clay pot that I had worked so hard to make was accidentally broken again. What's going on? He was about to pick up the shards. "Ah", the shards cut his fingers, blood gushed out, and Sun Hongfei woke up in the middle of the night again, he had been dreaming of this strange picture lately.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew away the warmth in the room, and he couldn't help but shiver, and he didn't know when he was already in a cold sweat.

"Why is the window open?" Sun Hongfei was about to leave the bed lightly to close the window. His legs were not as flexible as they used to be, and he had to borrow his hands to lift his legs off the bed to reduce the noise. He didn't want to wake his wife, but the bed still creaked and creaked.

Jia Yilian was woken up: "What are you doing?"

"I close the window, and I don't know when the wind blows it open."

"Just close it......" Jia Yilian turned her head and continued to sleep soundly, and after a while, she snored again......

Sun Hongfei dragged his old body and walked tremblingly to the window. Everything is not unusual, looking out the window, it is Li Fu's house.

Every time Sun Hongfei wakes up in the middle of the night, he always likes to stare at Lao Li's home outside the window, pondering in silence. But tonight it was early in the morning, and the lights in Li Fu's house were still on, and there was a quarrel from time to time.

"The old Li family quarreled again." Sun Hongfei is used to quarreling with Lao Li and his family, but they usually quarrel during the day, so late today, how can they still ......

Li Fu is Sun Hongfei's old buddy, Sun Hongfei makes clay pots, and Li Fu carves on pottery, and the two have been matched like this for decades.

Sun Hongfei looked at Li Fu's home, which was still the same as before, looking at his sleeping wife with his back to him, but he was already full of gray hair. Suddenly I realized that I was already old. The white horse flies, time flies, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye. The vigorous love when I was young has become a triviality in firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the marriage will be dull after all.

"Slap", another sound of broken tiles. broke Sun Hongfei's contemplation.

"No, it's not a dream!" "Elaim, wake up!" Sun Hongfei was a little uneasy.

"What's wrong, in the middle of the night?" Jia Yilian's sweet dream was disturbed again, and she was a little angry and bored.

"I hear the rubble, listen. Lao Li and his family are not fighting. ”

Jia Yilian wrapped herself in pajamas, came to the window with half-squinted eyes, and listened carefully with her somewhat deaf ear. "There's no sound, it's normal for the old couple to quarrel." She was used to Sun Hongfei's fuss.

"But it's so late, usually they have already gone to sleep, and I really hear the sound of broken rubble, I'd better go and see." Sun Hongfei is still a little worried.

"Whatever you want...... Then you go and come back quickly. Jia Yilian turned her head and fell asleep on the bed again.

Sun Hongfei went downstairs and came to the door of Lao Li's house. The lights in Lao Li's house are on, but they are surprisingly quiet, and they are frighteningly quiet. A ray of light shot through the crack in the door, and it was pried open. "Something's wrong!" Sun Hongfei held his breath and pushed the door open. The pungent smell of blood made him almost faint. There was a bloody patch in front of me. The lamp was stained with blood, and the yellow light was also stained blood-red.

In the center of the living room is a large clay pot. Blood spread from around the pot. Scattered broken pottery shards were submerged in pools of blood. Is there a clay pot with bones? Sun Hongfei was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he didn't dare to approach. In case Lao Li has already ...... No, it won't.

Sun Hongfei took out his mobile phone, and the first communication record was his call with Lao Li this afternoon, but he didn't dare to broadcast that number now, he didn't know where that number would ring, or that it wouldn't ring anymore.

"Hey, 110? There was a homicide here. ”

"Yes. Can you tell me the address? ”

"This is No. 108 Yinxi Town, my friend...... Li Fujia...... Something happened, and it was ...... everywhere There was blood everywhere, and here is a clay pot with ...... inside Seem...... Contains bones. ”

"Don't panic, we'll be here soon, don't move anything at will, protect the crime scene!"

"Good ......"

The air was filled with a suffocating cold. Sun Hongfei leaned against the door, everything in front of him frightened him, he had not yet eased up, his messy white hair fluttered in the cold wind, and the tears that fell down the wrinkles on his face fell into the land of the town with the coldness of the cold wind, robbing the silence of the night......