I stood at the door of the room in a daze, watching her lie on the ground with the word "big" in her eyes, and the expression on her face was extremely serene.

I don't know where I got the courage to squat down and look at my grandmother's corpse carefully, and gently put my hand on the bloody hole in her heart.

Her heart was gouged out, but she didn't show half of the pain, this thing is too weird!

For a moment, I had a strange thought: if this heart was in my chest, would I be able to be like an ordinary person?

I was taken aback by myself and quickly withdrew my hand, while retracting my thoughts.

At this moment, there was a scream from outside the door, and someone fell heavily to the ground.

I looked back and saw that it was Aunt Hu who often came to my house in the village to find faults, she leaned on the door panel and fell to the ground, her face was pale, her hand pointing at me was trembling, her mouth was open and closed, and she couldn't say a word.

I stood up and walked slowly towards her with a blank expression, probably seeing the remaining blood on my hands, her eyes were about to pop out, and she screamed, and ran away with a rolling belt.

Looking at the puddle of sassy liquid on the ground that had been pulled out the door, I turned around and went back to the house.

After a while, half of the village people crowded into my yard, and Aunt Hu dragged the village party secretary, her pants were still wet, and it was disgusting to flood in the summer air.

"The branch secretary, it's her! This Nizi killed her grandmother! "Aunt Hu was hesitant, and it took a long time to tell me what she said, and several of the villagers who came with me looked into the house, and saw my grandmother's body lying on the ground, and I had blood on my hands, and I also echoed it.

"I have long said that this girl is unlucky, and you have to let them live in the village. Now the old lady is also dead, and if she starts to be ruthless, she won't kill us all! ”

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, now that I have seen it, according to the rules of our village, we will catch her and burn her, and then invite a Taoist priest to make a law, completely clean!"

A few old people from the village shouted, and a few young people tried to come forward and arrest me but hesitated.

"I didn't kill grandma." I said coldly.

They didn't believe it, and some even picked up stones from outside and threw them in.

The stones crackled and fell, hurting on me, and some hit my head, a stream of heat down my forehead and across my cheeks.

I blocked the attack with my arm, and my heart was furious, and I stared at them viciously and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I said, I didn't kill people!" ”

As soon as these words came out, a gust of wind blew behind me, whistling and swept towards them, obviously it was summer, but it seemed to be winter in an instant.

I seemed to hear the angry voice of the long-haired man.

The stone-throwers fell to the ground with their swings, and some of the onlookers, their faces pale, pointed at me tremblingly.

Several timid people also peed their pants, and the branch secretary was quite bold, and the people next to him supported each other and glared at me with frightened eyes.

"The police are coming!"

Sirens sounded from far and near, someone shouted, and soon a young police officer led a group of people to separate the villagers and entered.

"Is this the one who committed the murder?"

His hair was neither long nor short, and he was well groomed, and the contours of his face had the toughness and handsomeness of a man, and those eyes fell on me after looking at them.

"Police, police comrade! She's a murderer! She killed her own grandmother! "There were people shouting from the side, and there were people who vented the fear that had accumulated over the years, as if providing evidence, and told the rumors that I had grown up with.

I didn't open my mouth to refute, I just listened quietly. Experience has taught me that they do this because they are afraid. In their eyes, I am a monster, unlucky, they are afraid of me, and in front of me, they are weak.

The policeman who led the team didn't pay attention to their words, but just came up to me, grabbed me through my gloves, pointed to the blood on his hands and asked, "What's going on?" ”