The thief stooped on, no, this is worth it, and he was about to lead the ox and run quickly.

Unexpectedly, the lights in the house suddenly turned on, and as soon as the door opened, a man and a woman ran out in disheveled clothes with sticks. and the thief who was about to come out of the cow stole a straight one.

"Not good! The thief had a knife on him. I said to my husband in a bit of a hurry.

Who knows, the gentleman shook his head, and said with some regret in his voice: "Don't worry, a knife is a murder weapon in the hands of vicious people, and it is just a tool in the hands of ordinary people." ”

The man and the woman picked up the sticks and beat them, and the woman shouted and shouted, "Come on! I've got robbers from my house. ”

The thief wanted to fight back at first, but after being beaten a few sticks, he could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy: "Big brother, sister-in-law, I'm sorry I was wrong, you let me go this time, I won't dare next time." ”

While he begged for mercy, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't look very honest.

"You can't trust him." I added on the sidelines.

When the gentleman heard this, he didn't say anything, but he still held my hand, but for some reason, I suddenly felt that he was a little unhappy.

It's strange, I think Mr. is a little weird, as if he has always been a little biased towards this thief, I don't know if it's my delusion.

In a short time, the lights in the village were lit up everywhere, and out of nowhere came the sound of gongs and drums, which resounded throughout the village.

Then it was as if the whole village had woken up, and there was a lot of commotion everywhere, and many people in the prime of life were copying everything from the house.

In the middle of the night, the originally gloomy village suddenly became lively.

In the small courtyard, a man and a woman saw the situation and waved the wooden sticks in their hands even more happily, and when the thief heard this, cold sweat immediately trickled down, and his face instantly turned white like paper.

Even if you are beaten, you want to run away.

He got up and wanted to run, the man reached out and dragged him, in a hurry, the thief took out the knife in his arms, he waved back, the man hurriedly withdrew his hand, and then scolded angrily: "Mom, a chicken, and a knife, is this trying to kill people?" ”

The woman next to her listened to her husband's words.

Disastrous! Instantly cried and made a fuss, and shouted hoarsely: "Come on! It's terrible, the robbers are going to kill people......"

On the other hand, the thief paid no heed to their words, and ran towards the gap in the fence, and the man chased after him with his stick.

Not long after the woman's voice fell, a bright flashlight lit up not far away.

"Hurry, hurry......" a male voice shouted.

A crowd of people came running towards us. In the first few of the runs, there were even people carrying machetes for firewood.

What's to be done? I was a little confused for a while, but thinking that the thief also had a knife on him, my heart became a little more natural.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves of the old locust tree swished.

The thief was not very lucky, and when he saw that the man behind him was about to catch up, a large number of people rushed in front of him.

There was some despair in the thief's eyes, he threw the knife directly on the ground, and then knelt down with his head in his hands.

I was wondering why he was holding his head, but before I could ask, I saw that the people who came from behind, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, came up and struck, some kicked with their feet, some beat them with sticks, and those with knives turned their knives on the side of the wide brim and threw them at the thief.

The one who kicks him with his feet kicks his head, the one he beats with a wooden stick hits the joints of his limbs, and the one who smashes him with the back of a knife is on his back.

While they were beating, there were people shouting, "Fight, kill these hateful robbers!" ”

But I wondered in my heart, how long can a living person withstand such a beating?

It can be seen that the villagers really hate such thieves and thieves, everyone is angry, and it is true that for them, stealing most of their life savings, or the most important property of the family, is equivalent to indirectly hindering their survival, that is, the enemy of life and death, how can it not be hated.

But even so, in such a situation, when the thief has already fallen to the ground and begged for mercy, is such a violent beating really deserved?

I do not know.

I just felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after a while, after the thief had already lost some consciousness, the villagers stopped.

Three young men who looked slightly older than the thief thief took the thief on the ground into custody, and the thief was still wearing the same body as during the day, but now the whole body was covered with mud, footprints, and bloodstains.

The villagers shine a flashlight on the thief's face and identify it and find that it is not a local.

It can be seen that they seem to think that this is even more hateful, and most of the people's eyes have rekindled their burning anger.

They dragged the thief under the locust tree in the center of the village and told the woman to bring a rope in the house.

I pulled Mr. to follow, but Mr. was stunned and said, "Niannian, are you afraid?" ”

I nodded and replied, "A little bit, I think they're hitting a little harder." ”

As I spoke, I looked again at the thief's dirty face, and there was some indescribable horror in his half-open eyes, as if it were a dead end.

When they pressed the thief and stole it under the tree, the old locust tree sent out that kind again, "Boom...... Whew...... ...... sound.

The sound seemed to be wailing, but it seemed to be just ordinary, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

"What else do they want to do, sir?" I asked, standing aside.

A large group of them surrounded the trunk of the tree in front of them, and my husband and I had to stand on the periphery. And because I'm too small, I can't see what's going on inside.

Even in vain, I couldn't help but put my feet on my feet.

The gentleman touched my head, held my other hand tightly, and said in a calm and cold voice, "Don't guess, you'll know if you look at it." ”

Actually, I'm already a little anxious at this point.

After a while, I thought about it and couldn't help but wonder: "Do they still want to beat him up again, or maybe they want him to fall into a lifelong problem because of this, and then send him to the police station and lock him up until he reforms." ”

The gentleman did not answer my words, but still held my hand and put his other hand on the top of my head, gently stroking it back and forth.

After a while, I heard someone inside ask, "Where are you from?" ”

The thief did not speak.

Then someone said, "Hey! Dare to be tough, give him two more blows, and see if he can talk about it. ”

I thought that they would beat him again, but when I heard it, I still felt a little unacceptable.

I looked up at my husband and noticed my gaze, and he looked down at me and smiled.

Then there was a crackling and no way to see the situation, and only the screams of the young thief echoed in the night sky, and it was so miserable that I heard it in my heart.

I don't know how long the violence lasted, but the thieves' cries gradually weakened, and just when I was about to become numb to my ears, they gradually dispersed, and most of them were far away.

I pulled my husband closer to the old locust tree, but the scene in front of me made me unable to make a sound.

They......

What exactly is being done?