This incident left a shadow on Li Yanxia, and she even had nightmares that night. But the next day, as the course continued, looking at the smiling faces of the children, Li Yanxia gradually let go of the matter.www.biquge.info

However, in the early morning of September 8th......

"Oh no! Dead! Dead! ”

An old man's face contorted in fright, and he staggered to the village chief's house.

"Village Chief! Chief! Something is wrong! Dead! Chief! The old man tapped vigorously on the door of the village chief's house and shouted.

At that time, the village chief's name was Liu Zhongbin, who was an upright person, always diligent and self-denying, and was extremely concerned about the safety of the village. At this moment, when he heard the shouts outside, he immediately put on his coat and walked out quickly.

"Uncle Wang, what did you say?"

"Village chief, it's dead!" Uncle Wang was so anxious that his face was covered with sweat.

"Where?" Liu Zhongbin asked anxiously.

"It's over there, at the door of their house."

"Take me there!" Liu Zhongbin didn't say a word, and ran to Zhu Gennian's house with Uncle Wang.

The scene in front of him made Liu Zhongbin couldn't help but gasp, and he couldn't help but freeze in place.

A middle-aged man was standing in front of the black gate, his eyes closed and his hands on his hips, but the ground under his feet was full of shocking blood red. His head drooped slightly, and he was already out of breath.

"This ...... Isn't this ......" Liu Zhongbin came back to his senses, walked over slowly, and looked at the face carefully, "Isn't this Yang Xijun?" He...... Why did he die? ”

"Village chief, I saw it early this morning, so I hurried over to find you. Look, what should I do? Uncle Wang said anxiously.

Liu Zhongbin didn't say anything and continued to check Yang Xijun's body. When he saw the lower end of his arm, he suddenly let out another cry of panic.

"Ahh This...... His hand ......"

"Hands?" Uncle Wang was already so frightened that his face was bloodless, but when he heard Liu Zhongbin's words, he still walked over tremblingly and looked at Yang Xijun's hand.

"Huh? He...... This...... Who is this who is so lacking in virtue that he cut off all his hands? If you die, you won't let people leave a whole corpse, right? O iniquity! Uncle Wang couldn't help but say loudly.

"No, no, Uncle Wang, if you cut off your hand, how can it be a cross-waist posture?"

"Huh? That...... What's going on? ”

"No, although I am the village head, I don't know how to do this kind of homicide. We have to call the police. ”

"Call the police? Looking for the town's police? ”

"Yes, that's all. Uncle Wang, please look at it first, I'll call Secretary Yang. After speaking, Liu Zhongbin turned around and left.

Soon, Liu Zhongbin called Yang Fenghe, secretary of the village committee.

"Oops!" Seeing the corpse, Yang Fenghe was also shocked. However, he quickly calmed down and walked over to the corpse to take a closer look.

"Secretary Yang, look, what's going on with his hands?" Liu Zhongbin said.

"Hands?" Yang Fenghe approached the lower end of the corpse's arm and reached out to touch it.

The sleeves of the corpse's coat were stained with blood, and it was impossible to see the specific situation without looking closely. Yang Fenghe pushed his glasses, gritted his teeth, and rolled up the sleeve of the corpse. He came closer, the tip of his nose almost touching the corpse's arm.

"Huh?" Yang Fenghe said suspiciously, grabbed the corpse's arm, and slowly pulled it out.

"Oh my God!" Uncle Wang suddenly weakened his legs and sat on the ground.

The corpse's hands were still well attached to the wrists, but a hole had been cut in the waist. His hand was inserted into the side of his waist, and his hand was still straight.

Yang ...... Secretary Yang! Don't move, we're still ...... Call the police! Liu Zhongbin grabbed Yang Fenghe's arm.

"Yes, the site should indeed be protected." Yang Fenghe frowned, his expression distorted.

"However, this corpse is standing at the gate of Zhu Gennian's house, should Zhu Gennian be asked to come out and ask?" Yang Fenghe said again.

"Yes, but be careful not to touch the corpse."

"Could it be ......" Uncle Wang had already stood up, next to Liu Zhongbin, "Could it be the person killed by Zhu Gennian?" ”

"Probably not, how can anyone kill someone and put it at the gate of his house? Besides, how did he get into the house? Uncle Wang, don't guess yet, let's let the police deal with it. After Liu Zhongbin finished speaking, he knocked on the black door of Zhu Gennian's house.

It only took an hour for this matter to spread throughout the entire Dark Raven Ridge Village. Almost all the villagers gathered at the door of Zhu Gennian's house, talking and pointing fingers.

Li Yanxia saw the corpse from a distance, and only felt that five thunders had hit the top.

Same...... It's exactly the same as Zhu Xiaofu's painting!

Li Yanxia did not squeeze into the crowd, but stood in the distance. Out of fear, she held on to a large locust tree next to her, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Yanxia?" Another young female teacher walked over.

"Huh?" Li Yanxia was startled, and looked back sharply, it turned out to be Zhou Chuntao, who taught Chinese and mathematics in the upper grades.

"What are you doing here? Something happened over there, I heard ......"

"Spring Peach!" Li Yanxia interrupted Zhou Chuntao's words, "I ......"

Zhou Chuntao looked at her in confusion, waited for a long time, saw that she didn't speak, and said anxiously, "What do you want to say?" Say it. ”

"I ...... You come over first and go to my dormitory. Li Yanxia grabbed Zhou Chuntao's wrist and walked towards the house next to her.

It was a Sunday and the school was closed. Li Yanxia, a recent college graduate, chose to go to the countryside for an internship in her first year, and she did not have her own house, but lived in a simple dormitory provided by the school.

Pulling Zhou Chuntao back to her dormitory, Li Yanxia was still not at ease, and checked the doors and windows very carefully, closed the curtains, and then pulled Zhou Chuntao to sit down.

"What's mysterious?" Zhou Chuntao suddenly became curious.

"Did you see the body?" Li Yanxia said in a low voice.

"I didn't look closer, there were too many people over there, so I took a look from afar. It was strange that the body was standing. ”

"I don't really know where to start...... You, you look at this painting first. Li Yanxia walked to the cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and took out Zhu Xiaofu's painting.

"It's ...... Is this what you just painted? Seeing that painting, Zhou Chuntao's eyes couldn't help but widen. Although she asked, she actually saw that this painting was not from Li Yanxia's handwriting.

"No, it was painted by Zhu Xiaofu, it's the little boy in the second grade."

"He painted it?"

"Yes, moreover, it was drawn the day before yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Chuntao was even more surprised.

"How is that possible? Yang Xijun only ...... this morning Oh my God, could it be Zhu Xiaofu who killed him? After Zhou Chuntao finished speaking, he also felt that his words were ridiculous. Zhu Xiaofu is only eight years old, how can he kill an adult man? What's more, the corpse is in a standing position, how can a child do this? (To be continued.) )