As soon as I got up, several people ran up and held me down, and I was so angry that I grabbed one villager by the hair with my backhand and dragged me hard, while another villager hit me the head and face with his fists. Wang Hong also followed, panting and patting the man's shoulder, the two laughed and chatted, it turned out to be acquaintances. I hated it so much that two villagers took out thick ropes and tied my hands and legs and stuffed them into the car again.

Wang Hong used my mobile phone to call Fang Gang's number, but there was still no answer. He asked me, "Is this the only one you can heal?" Why the hell didn't he answer the phone? How long will we have to wait? "I smiled bitterly and said I don't know, this person eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles all day in Thailand, and may sleep all day. Wang Hong scolded and took the phone back to his purse and drove back to the village.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw two villagers hurrying out of the village with a wooden stretcher, on which lay a woman, bleeding from her mouth, nose and ears, apparently dead, and a short, thin man trotting behind her. I hurriedly asked Wang Hong: "Didn't you say that there has never been a death due to a strange disease in the village?" ”

Wang Hong said: "That's Bai Laosan's wife, and it's Bai Laosan who is followed by her." His wife began coughing up blood half a year ago, and a few days ago, someone from the township health center came to check that it was tuberculosis and was going to be sent to the city doctor. ”

I asked, "Tuberculosis is very curable, it is impossible to die so quickly!" ”

Wang Hong smiled: "Who has the money to treat her?" The custom in the village is that if a mother-in-law is seriously ill, the man will get some rat poison bibimbap and feed her, which is good for both parties, and the money saved can be used to find another mother-in-law. "I was stunned, what is the difference between this and a murderer? Wang Hong saw my thoughts in the rearview mirror, and said with a sneer: "You people from big cities, how can you understand the days of poor villages? Bai Laosan can't sell all his belongings for a few thousand yuan, how can he treat his wife, do you want to sell her kidney? Tuberculosis is tuberculosis, you will die sooner or later, and you will suffer more crimes, so it is better to die happily after taking medicine. ”

I asked, aren't you afraid that the family of Bai Laosan's wife will be suspicious and come to find trouble? Wang Hong pouted: "Everyone knows what's going on, who's looking for trouble?" Bai Laosan's wife's brother and daughter-in-law also died like this the year before last, if you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself for your hard life, no one else has tuberculosis, but you are born? ”

"In other words, in this village, a woman who is sick is equivalent to being sentenced to death, and she is not as good as a sick pig?" I asked with puff of anger.

Wang Hong smiled: "Pigs must be cured if they have plague, because pigs can be sold for money, can people?" Of course, there are people who can also sell for money. In fact, not only women, but also men, if they are seriously ill, they have to take this path, and his wife will also give him rat poison, not now talking about equality between men and women. ”

After entering the village, Uncle Hong took people out to chat with Wang Hong for a long time, and finally Uncle Hong waved his hand, and several villagers carried me into a room, and I looked back to see Wang Hong carrying my purse and driving away from the village. Someone pushed me into a dilapidated house, Uncle Hong locked the door with his own hands, and two male villagers squatted at the door to smoke hookahs.

I shouted through the wooden barred window: "Let me out, you are illegally detained, you are illegal, you are going to prison, do you know?" ”

A male villager stood up, tapped the window frame with a hookah rod a few times, glared at me again, and said, "Be honest! I finally understood the whole sentence and yelled at him again, but the man simply ignored me.

It was getting dark, and a few children came out with rice bowls and stood at the door of their respective houses to eat, and I was so hungry from noon tossing and turning until now. A woman walked up to the window with a large bowl full of rice and slipped it through a crack in the wooden slats, on which lay a small piece of beef cooked in red oil and two long boiled chilies.

I was very dissatisfied and asked women to eat only this? The woman understood what I meant, beckoned to the children, and told them to show me the rice bowl. A few children timidly walked to the window and slowly raised the rice bowl in their hands. I saw that in their bowl there were only two long chili peppers on top of them, except for half a bowl of white rice. I felt guilty, and the woman turned away, and I took the piece of beef and stuck my arm out the window and handed it to the child.

They looked at me with puzzled eyes, not quite convinced, I smiled and motioned for them to come, a bold little boy stepped forward, raised the rice bowl high, his face was dirty, but his eyes were dark and transparent, and there was anticipation in his eyes, I threw the beef in his bowl, the little boy ran away with cheers, and several other boys and girls chased after him laughing and grabbing it. The two villagers guarding the door pointed at me with chopsticks while eating, and said something in their mouths, which probably meant that they would eat for you, and be generous.

I can't figure it out, I saw someone kill a cow during the day, and there are only hundreds of families in the whole village, and a piece of beef is enough for each person, but why can't these children eat beef? I regretted it during the meal, those two long peppers were the spiciest things I've ever tasted, hotter than BT crazy roasted wings, and I was so spicy in the house, yelling for water. The male villager brought me a big bowl of water, but it didn't work at all, my eyes were red, and I gasped like a dog, and then someone got some unknown powder, and let me drink it in the water, which gradually eased, and later I learned that it was grass root powder.

As it got dark, the villagers closed their doors and windows one after another, and several boys who were playing in the mud outside were dragged home by adults, and the two villagers who were in charge of guarding me also held hookahs and hurriedly walked away, and the village was as quiet as death. The moonlight was bright, illuminating the village in all directions.

Wang Hong said before that no one in this village is allowed to go out after dark, and he also said that the village is not clean, what does this mean? There was only a rudimentary wooden bed covered with thick hay, and my nose smelled of cow dung, and I even suspected that it had been a cowshed. How do you sleep? I walked around the house, hoping that Fang Gang would see my text message sooner so that he could move troops to save me.

It was late at night, and I was so sleepy that I had to lie down on the hay with my clothes, not to mention, the hay was quite comfortable, at least softer than I thought. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a rustling sound outside the house, as if someone was rummaging through something. I rolled over and walked to the window in a daze, leaning at the window frame and looking out. By the moonlight, I saw an old lady bent over, looking for something in the haystack under the window. At the sound of my voice, the old lady raised her face and frightened me back two steps, and the face was almost completely empty, except for a thin layer of chicken skin wrapped in bones, and her eyes were yellow and cloudy.

The old lady sighed as she searched: "Goose, goose...... I want to eat noodles, goose, ......" I later learned that she was talking about the word "hungry". The old lady searched for a long time, and finally gave up, sighed a few times, and slowly left with her body bent, and she didn't know where she went. I dared to go to the window, but the old lady could no longer see, and just as I was wondering, suddenly from the room diagonally opposite came the scolding of men and the cries of women, and the village was very quiet, and the sound was very clear.

After a few minutes, the door of the room was slammed open, and a woman stumbled out and ran in the direction of the entrance to the village. A man chased out of the house, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, panting for breath, chasing and cursing something. I could smell a faint smell of alcohol, and the woman was probably flustered and tripped under her feet, and the man chased after her and struck her with a wooden stick.

There was such a big movement, but no villagers came out to persuade or even watch the excitement, and the man scolded while beating: "Let you break it, let you break it!" I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I had to shout at him through the window to get him to stop. But the man didn't pay attention to it at all, and he killed his hands, and many sticks hit the woman's head directly, and the woman's face was full of blood, and her screams were all out of tune, and she crawled on the ground when she couldn't run, protecting her head with her hands in vain. The man scolded and beaten, and the woman went from crying to screaming, from screaming to moaning, and her voice gradually weakened. I yelled, "Stop fighting, do you want to beat people to death?" Stop it! ”

The man glanced at me and scolded, "What's the matter with you? Go back! He hit a few more sticks, and suddenly the raised stick stopped in mid-air, and could not fall, and the man tugged hard a few times, and suddenly his body spasmed, and his head hit the lime wall hard, and he screamed, and the stick fell to the ground. As if he was going to commit suicide, the man banged his head against the wall, and the blood flowed out and splashed on the wall, and he also used it very hard, making a "bang" sound. The man screamed and wailed as if a transparent person was pulling him by the hair and slamming it against a wall. Then I could hear the sound of the skull shattering, and the man's head was covered with blood, and he stopped making a sound, and his body became limp, but the head still hit the wall one by one, and then the shape of the head was no longer visible, and it was completely smashed.