introduction

White.

In the vast world, in the mortal world, there are three lonely people who see three different kinds of white.

Frozen heart, indifferent white.

As far as the eye can see, the former white.

The lights are green, the betrayal is white.

This year's snow has come much earlier and heavier than usual.

At this time, there is only one thought in their hearts:

I want to go home.

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Have you ever noticed the "snowmen" on the streets?

In the snow, vehicles drove by at a rapid pace, pedestrians hurried by, never stopping for a moment in front of the children.

With indifferent and numb expressions on their faces, the children let the snow cover and bury themselves, becoming shivering "snowmen".

Most of the time, they either rely on street lights or sit at traffic light intersections, waiting silently and ready to go.

The red light is on.

The cars came to a slow stop, but the children took action, as if organized, and rushed to the cars, holding a bowl, banging on the windows, and shouting something.

Banknotes fell into bowls, coins jingled, and children hurriedly knelt in front of the car, kowtowing.

The good people looked at the child lovingly, sighed, and prayed silently in their hearts: go buy a sweet potato and drink a bowl of hot soup, it's too cold this day.

The children were overjoyed: Great, I don't have to be beaten today, and I can still drink hot soup, right?

In the alley not far away, a boy huddled in a pile of scrap newspapers, silently and silently.

He might be dreaming......

Or......

……

At the beginning of this year, just before the Chinese New Year, the police in T City cracked a particularly large case of child abduction and begging.

In the small old brick house, there are more than 30 children.

When the police entered the room, they were greeted by a foul smell. The light of the flashlight hit the children's faces, digging out the parched, frightened and confused young faces out of the darkness. When children see the light and the police, their first reaction is:

Pick up the bowl at your feet, rush to the police, kneel and kowtow, and hold the bowl high.

……

"Little sister, tell Auntie, do you want to eat something?"

The policewoman He Xiujuan gently hugged the little girl who had just finished taking a bath and was wearing a bath towel, and when she saw the scars and chilblains on the girl's body, tears silently slipped down her cheeks.

She thought of her daughter, who disappeared and was abducted a year ago, where is she now, and is she still alive?

The girl shivered in the arms of the policewoman and looked around in fear. The bright and warm light hit the body, and it seemed that it was indeed different from before.

In my memory, that home seems to be like this.

Mom would hold herself, Dad would put his bearded chin against his forehead, and Brother would buy roasted sweet potatoes and share them with himself......

Brother?

Brother!

"Mom, my brother is so cold, he's so cold, he wants to eat baked sweet potatoes! Brother, brother, where are you! ”

The girl suddenly burst into tears, hugged He Xiujuan hard, and cried over and over again.

He Xiujuan's heart seemed to be pinched hard.

……

"Where is this?"

It was pitch black, and the boy kept walking, but he still couldn't see a little light. After falling asleep, waking up is here. After shouting for a long time and not answering, the boy simply chose a direction and began to walk forward.

When will this road be the end? The boy thought.

This life is so short, so short.

I'm so happy, but I'm also so miserable. I lost my dad, I lost my mom, and now, my sister is gone.

It's so tired, it's so cold.

Those people are devils, aren't they? They took everything and showed no mercy. Unscrupulous, just like that.

But we don't feel well!

Why am I living a good life, I have parents who love me, I have a lovely sister who depends on me, my home is so beautiful, why do you want to take me away?

That day, so cold, so snowy, so beautiful.

I just want to buy a roasted sweet potato for my shivering sister next to me, right?

The boy finally stopped, sat down on the ground, and began to cry loudly.

A pair of hands, slowly hugging yourself from behind.

The boy turned his head and saw a glowing, kind old man smiling at him. The old hand ran over the boy's cheek, wiping away his tears.

The blade tore through the flesh and pierced the boy's body.

"Welcome to heaven, my child." The old man said softly.

……

The boy died.

Died that snowy afternoon, in the alley next to that crossroads, in the pile of discarded newspapers.

In his hand, he still holds half of the roasted sweet potato that others have eaten and discarded.

It's already cool.

……

At the same time, in M Village, H City, by the septic tank in the field, the man stood solemnly, letting the heavy snow cover him, becoming a "snowman" watching the past.

Past?

In front of the septic tank, the fields of the past are hidden.

Not far from the ancestral hall, under the ancestral hall, there is a pigsty buried in the past.

In the cement road at the entrance of the village, there is an old bridge from the past.

Each of these places has a past, and each of them should sacrifice a repentant corpse.

……

"Oops."

After the snow, the road was slippery, and Zhang Zhi, the village chief who was nearly 70 years old, fell heavily in the snow and knelt at the gate of the village committee.

Seeing this, Zhang Guozhong, who was at the front desk in the lobby, hurriedly trotted out and helped him up, "Hey."

Ah, village chief, why are you in such a hurry, beware of your body. ”

Zhang Zhi covered his buttocks and grinned in pain, but still squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Quick, call the police!" Something happened! Zhang Jianqiang's kid is crazy, murderous, murderous! ”

Zhang Guozhong listened, didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran back to the lobby to pick up the phone to call the police, but thought in his heart: How could it be? Jianqiang, how could he kill people......

"Ahh Screams rang out from behind, "Guozhong, help!" Help me! ”

Zhang Guozhong hurriedly looked behind him, only one glance, and suddenly his scalp was numb, and he was frightened.

Zhang Jianqiang, holding a bone chopping knife, frantically slashed at the village chief Zhang Zhi. The sound of the skin being sliced, blood splattering and the blades slamming against the bones, the scene of the old man's body slowly turning into more than a dozen pieces of minced flesh slammed into Zhang Guozhong's hearing and vision.

Zhang Jianqiang raised his head, glanced at Zhang Guozhong, and grinned.

Finally, Zhang Guozhong suddenly came back to his senses, stepped into his numb and wet legs, and ran away like crazy.

What a vicious and helpless demon I saw through those eyes, those bloodshot eyes, and those cold and familiar teary eyes!

Helpless?

For some reason, Zhang Guozhong suddenly stopped and looked back.

The evil ghost, sitting in the blood-stained snow, hugged himself.

Is he crying......

……

The siren pierced the peace and resounded through M Village.

The police car drove through the brand-new neat cement road, passed by the villas one after another, and stopped in the square in front of the magnificent and luxurious village committee building.

"The village seems to be quite rich." Female reporter Xu Ping said secretly in her heart.

An hour ago, the police received a report that a major homicide had occurred in Village M, and villager Zhang Jianqiang committed suicide after brutally killing three villagers with a knife, one of the victims was the head of Village M, and the other two were Zhang Jianqiang's neighbors.

All three deceased were brutally mutilated.

Strangely, the bodies of the three deceased were not the scene of the first crime, and Zhang Jianqiang specially moved the body parts after killing these people.

Villager Zhang Zhongguo was killed in the living room of his home, and the body parts were transferred by Zhang Jianqiang and discarded in the septic tank of the field a few hundred meters away.

Villager Chen Qing was killed in the lobby of the Zhang family's ancestral hall, and the body pieces were taken by Zhang Jianqiang to the corner of the wall outside the ancestral hall and piled up.

Zhang Zhi, the head of the village, was killed and his body was broken up at the gate of the village committee, and the body pieces were placed by Zhang Jianqiang on the cement road more than 20 meters from the door.

After Zhang Jianqiang killed the third deceased, Zhang Zhi, he took a knife and cut the major artery in his neck, and died on the spot due to excessive blood loss.

When the police arrived at the scene, they saw a strange scene:

Zhang Guozhong, an eyewitness, was kneeling in front of Zhang Jianqiang's body, crying.

……

Twenty-three years ago, Zhang Jianqiang was born in this poor and backward mountain village.

Twenty-three years later, Zhang Jianqiang violently tried to wipe out the wealthy new village.

We can only understand how much Zhang Jianqiang loves his village from the broken description of his childhood friend Zhang Guozhong.

How many memories are hidden in that field of my own house.