There was no good skin on his body, and his clothes were torn apart. The body is bruised.

It's not like he's been tortured, it's just being beaten.

"I'm going to report to the police!" Aoyagi yelled. If you jump, you have to run out.

was pulled by Uncle Aoyagi: "Aoyagi, calm down!" ”

Aoyagi struggled desperately, and he was clamoring to report to the official. Uncle Aoyagi finally roared: "If the report is useful, your mother won't die!" ”

Aoyagi was stunned and turned to look at his uncle.

Uncle Aoyagi said it with some regret. Looking at Aoyagi, he sighed leisurely, and persuaded with a choked voice: "Aoko, don't make trouble." Your father and mother know everything and just want you to be safe. Don't make a fuss. ”

Uncle Aoyagi said, crying: "Don't report to any officials." It's useless, it's useless. ”

Aoyagi turned his head to look at the second uncle. The second uncle hid his tears sideways and did not speak.

He turned his head and stared blankly at the corpse in front of him. He stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare to come forward.

Uncle Aoyagi, the second uncle next to him, and the relatives who came to mourn all rolled their eyes to tears.

I don't know how long Aoyagi watched in a daze.

He slowly put down the white linen cloth in his hand expressionlessly, blocking his mother's corpse.

Looking at Aoyagi, who was quiet and abnormal without crying or making trouble, Uncle Aoyagi and the second uncle glanced at each other, and their intuition was a little bad.

"Aoyagi, cry if you want to." Uncle Aoyagi said.

Aoyagi shook his head: "Cry." What's the use of crying? Aoyagi said, turning his head to look at the second uncle: "Uncles, help carry my mother in first." Aoyagi said, his face extremely calm. It was much calmer than when I heard that my father was gone.

Second Uncle Aoyagi glanced at Uncle Aoyagi, looked at Uncle Aoyagi and nodded. Only then did he sigh. Beckoning someone to carry the body inside.

For a while, the mourning hall began to be cleaned up again.

The mourning hall, which originally housed only one corpse, now has to house two corpses.

Aoyagi stood outside the mourning hall and watched the people inside set up. Silent.

Aunt Aoyagi was a little worried. What to say to Aunt Aoyagi.

Aoyagi is very quiet, let you do whatever you want. Nor do they speak. Relatives came to persuade and nodded or responded expressionlessly. I won't spit out a word more.

Aoyagi won't sleep tonight. At least until noon.

Uncle Aoyagi: They thought that Aoyagi would definitely stay for a while. As soon as noon passed, I was going to persuade Aoyagi to rest. Thinking there are still a few days ahead.

Before they could speak, Aoyagi had already gone to the house to rest by himself.

Looking at the obedient and well-behaved Aoyagi who is silent. Uncle Aoyagi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, they were inexplicably discouraged.

Aoyagi fell asleep and watched as everyone walked away. Hunched over and rolled out of the room.

Hurried around the alley and into the deserted courtyard.

He clearly remembered that on the wall, just yesterday during the day, he saw the young man with the blue cloth bunker. And the black dog that had been following him all the time.

The courtyard was very quiet.

Aoyagi didn't go through the main entrance, but climbed in through the backyard. Just after walking a few steps, I stepped on a soft thing under my feet, and my footsteps slipped. He quickly steadied himself.

He looked down at the bright lights of his house next door, and looked down carefully.

It's the black dog.

Aoyagi hurriedly took a step back.

The dog was found still lying on the ground, motionless. Didn't rush over and bite him as an uninvited guest.

Aoyagi crouched down and looked at the black dog lying on the ground. Stretched out his hand and pushed.

The black dog was pushed over.

A pool of blood on the ground startled Aoyagi.

Aoyagi quickly stood up and rushed into the room that he had only entered by daylight.

He called twice, but no one answered.

He took out the fire fold in his arms, felt the low case, and lit the oil lamp.

The room was illuminated by dim lights. Aoyagi turned his head to look around and looked inside the empty room. Summoned again.

The candle flame was blown by the wind that came from nowhere. Aoyagi leaned down to protect the faint light.

His gaze swept across the room, and finally landed on a pair of clogs neatly placed by the window. The bed was messy. It's like someone who has just slept and walks away, and it's too late to tidy up.

Aoyagi's gaze fell on the pair of clogs again.

Finally, his gaze slowly shifted to the side of the clogs, on the white cotton cloth.

One corner of the white cotton cloth was exposed, and the rest was all under the swarthy bed.

Aoyagi lowered her body and looked at the bottom of the bed. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. It's like an endless abyss, and it's like an open mouth of blood.

Aoyagi's heart was beating a little fast.

He picked up the oil lamp, lowered his body, and walked into the bed. His eyes remained motionless under the bed.

One, two, three, four.

Aoyagi's footsteps stopped abruptly.

He stared at the bottom of the bed, the miserable white lifeless face, his eyes wide open, staring at him deadly. Frightened and at a loss.

There were also bloodstained and tattered clothes. It should be said that the body.

Aoyagi sat down on the ground, and the oil lamp was not held steady, and fell to the side.

It hit the Mars on the ground and went out instantly.

Suddenly it was dark in the room.

Aoyagi's body trembled, and his eyes were terrified. He crawled towards the door.

The door that was carefully closed when I first came in couldn't be opened at this time.

The wind blew from nowhere, and Aoyagi's brain was cold.

In the palace.

He looked back at the room that was silent and deep. Get one’s dander up. Biting his lip tightly.

In the palace.

Just now in his head, why did this word appear?

Aoyagi didn't think much about it anymore. He opened the door vigorously and rushed out of the door in a panic.

Sleepless nights.

In the early morning, the rooster crows.

Aoyagi lay on the bed, eyes open in a daze. So it was overnight.

In the morning his uncle came in and was ready to wake him up. Watching him open his eyes and stunned.

"Didn't you sleep all night?" Uncle Aoyagi walked up to the bed, looked at him and asked.

Aoyagi's eyes rolled and he looked at his uncle.

"Uncle, how did my mother die?" Aoyagi Road.

Uncle Aoyagi shook his head: "I don't know either. ”

Aoyagi turned his head and stared at the black tiles on the roof. "But I want to know."

Uncle Aoyagi sighed again. His eyes were full of sadness, and he didn't speak again.

"Report to the police." Aoyagi Road.

Uncle Aoyagi raised his eyes to look at him: "Aoko, I told you yesterday, this official report is useless." ”

"Then did my mother die in vain?" Aoyagi asked, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.

"The Qing family is not something that people like us can afford to mess with.

Qing's second brother is the chief of our area. His eldest uncle is Du Yin in the palace. If you go to report to the officials, who will you report? Just take your own life. ”

"Du Yin?" This is the first time Aoyagi has heard of such a position. He turned his head to look at his uncle: "Du Yin Da is still Ling Yin Da." ”