"Little palace?"

The female police officer was puzzled.

The woman who shouted was Du Wuma, who was the fifth oldest in the family. And her father is a bad old man who has reached his old age and has a bad reputation, named Du Haocai.

Back then, when we were in elementary school, the policy of paying public rations to the state had not yet been abolished.

One year, there was a great drought in the field, and the crops failed, and it was a matter of no shirk to pay the public grain.

At that time, the village director of our village was Du Haocai.

Seeing the day of the delivery of public grain, the adults in the village became worried. If they can't pay the public grain, they won't get the seal of the village committee, and the children can only go to school if they get the certificate of the red seal of the village committee.

For this reason, Du Haocai, who was full of evil thoughts, took advantage of the danger of everyone to think of a lewd idea.

He quietly said: As long as someone's daughter-in-law is willing to accompany him for one night, this year's public grain can be exempted.

In desperation, for the sake of the child's studies, several women from good families secretly lost themselves to him.

A few years later, the policy of paying public grain was abolished, and the life of the villagers gradually improved.

At the meeting, the crowd was furious, if it weren't for the children of the Du family begging bitterly, everyone would definitely beat him to death.

Who knows, this stinky old man full of evil deeds can live so long? It's true that good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years.

And the "small palace" that Du Wuma mentioned is just that after Du Haocai was beaten, he was afraid and changed his cellar into a tunnel with twists and turns, hiding revenge and saving his life. He always called it "Little Palace".

At the moment, Du Wuma and the others walked quickly, and at the same time told the four police officers about the authentic matter. However, she deliberately hid her father's evil deeds.

When I arrived in the courtyard of the Du family, I just saw the marble floor tiles that were densely paved all over the courtyard, and its extravagant family style could be seen.

In a cellar that could accommodate three people, we heard Du Hao's hoarse begging voice.

A male police officer slowly slid down the hemp rope at the edge of the cellar.

After nearly half an hour of hard persuasion, Du Haocai was finally tied to a hemp rope and dragged up from the cellar.

Du Haocai, who came out of the cellar, was like a zombie, with gray hair, trembling walking, bloodshot eyes, and tears rolling down like a torrent that had spilled the gates.

When he saw everyone, his knees weakened, and he knelt down and kowtowed with a "bang". After two or three seconds, he felt that such a heavy salute was still not enough, and actually raised his hands and opened the bow left and right on his face.

For Du Haocai, although the villagers hated him to the core, they couldn't help but feel pity when they watched him abuse and beat himself willingly.

Du Wuma rushed forward, bent her knees, hugged Du Haocai to death, and cried and begged: Dad, stop fighting, what are you doing?

Du Haocai stepped back, and asked in a weak voice: You, who are you?

Du Wu's mother dragged Du Hao's hands that were about to be raised, and shouted: Dad, I'm the fifth child, what's wrong with you?

Du Haocai opened his mouth wide and said in horror: Old Five, you are only in your twenties, why are you so old?

When everyone heard this, they were surprised, Du Wuma's mother was clearly in her forties, what kind of joke was Du Haocai making?

Du Haocai glanced at everyone and asked in disbelief: Is this 1998?

Everyone was even more confused, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had dragged them back to the twentieth century.

Outside the door, there was a little boy's cry, looking for prestige, it turned out to be the little monkey egg Jiang Ming Monkey next door.

Jiang Ming Monkey is only five years old, and he has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and he is cute and cute. His parents had just returned from Guangzhou 10 days ago, and it was said that they had earned some money and planned to open a steamed bun shop.

Seeing him walk in with tears on his face, an aunt hurriedly picked him up and gently persuaded him.

Everyone only said that he had suffered some worthless grievance, and wept to himself.

Unexpectedly, the little monkey egg stopped crying and asked in a childish voice: My father and my mother don't want me anymore, saying that their child Jiang Ming is dead, and they cried loudly after speaking, is this true?

"Ahh The aunt who hugged the little monkey egg, as if she had been shocked, screamed, and fell to the ground.

On the field, the slightly older people couldn't help but gasp a few times when they heard the words of the little monkey egg, and they felt like they were about to suffocate.

A few years ago, I heard my mom mention a strange thing that made the villagers feel uncomfortable.

Ten years ago, Jiang Ming was born. His parents, who are now Jiang Minghou's parents. His father's name is Jiang Shankui, and his mother's name is Zhang Qiaoman.

Jiang Zhang and the two are childhood sweethearts and inseparable. The two of them were also the first in our village to be admitted to university.

After graduation, the two got married naturally, and lived a happy life of husband and wife, respecting each other.

At that time, this loving young couple really made the villagers envious.

A year later, their son Jiang Ming was born, and the happiness and joy of the family added another heavy touch.

However, one winter, the weather was extremely cold, and Jiang Ming developed a high fever.

Although Jiang Zhang and his wife hurriedly sent their son to the hospital, due to the long distance, they missed the best time for rescue, resulting in Jiang Ming's brain being burned out and becoming a child with cerebral palsy.

At the beginning, the couple was determined to treat their son, and they did not hesitate to spend all their savings.

But after a year or two, Jiang Ming still didn't get better. And Jiang and Zhang are already tired and have aged a lot.

Soon, they had the obsession to give up healing their beloved son.

Half a month later, Jiang Ming disappeared silently from our village.

When the villagers asked Jiang and Zhang about them, they would always look blankly and say that the child had been abducted by traffickers.

But people are doing it, and the sky is watching. What you have done, others may not know, but God's eyes, you can't be blinded.

Jin Shangshui, who made coffins in the village, went out to look for his wolf dog Weizi, and next to a mound of earth that had just been dug up, he found Weizi foaming at the mouth, bleeding from the corners of his lips, and stiff limbs, and he had collapsed under a cypress tree with his eyes wide open.

Jin Shangshui judged that Weizi accidentally died after swallowing poison.

What is shocking is that when Jin Shangshui examined Weizi's body, he found that half of the dead body of a young child was pressed under it.

The young corpse that had been torn out of the Dao Gap was drenched in scarlet intestines and stomach. Suddenly, Jin Shangshui was almost scared out of the sky.

The eyes of the young corpse have been brutally gouged out, and two hollow blood holes seem to absorb the human soul. His bloody mouth was very round, two neat rows of tooth sockets, and there was not a single white tooth left, as if someone had knocked it off with a giant axe.

Rarely, the skin on his face was not damaged or ruined. But the longer he stared at his cold white face, the more he felt that he wanted to say something resentful.

Jin Shangshui is a coffin maker, and he has seen a lot of dead people. But the half-cut bloody corpse of a human is still the first encounter, and it is still the bloody corpse of a young child.

He mustered his strength and hurried back to the village, calling the villagers over. Of course, Jiang Zhang and his wife were uninvited.

Everyone worked together to bury the miserable half-cut young corpse into the ground.

On the side, I saw Jiang Zhang and the others turn their backs, quietly wiping away tears with pale faces.

At the moment, everyone already understood, but no one dared to mention half a word.

Later, whenever night fell and the sky was overcast, there would always be a cold, whimpering ghost cry in the west of the village, where the bloody corpses were buried. It is said that many people have heard about it.

Five years later, Jiang and Zhang's second child was born.

In order to commemorate the beloved son in the underworld, the two named the child Jiang Ming Monkey, hoping that he could be as healthy and happy as a monkey.

Now, when the villagers went to listen to Jiang Ming's heart-rending cry, it was no different from the late Jiang Ming's ghost cry, and they couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies and their cold hairs stood on end.

The aunt who held the little monkey egg leaned back and took a few big steps back.

The four police officers who didn't know the inside story, after a few words of comfort to Du Wuma, turned around and hurried towards the little monkey's house.

When passing by the little monkey egg, one of the female police officers kindly picked up the little monkey egg.

Outside the Jiang family's courtyard, a male police officer said to the remaining three colleagues: It seems that the situation is not optimistic, I will make a phone call first and ask the station to send more people.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his arms rang one step ahead of him.

Although we couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, the high-pitched, urgent, and panicked voice made us feel the coming news of bad news.

"What's wrong? Lao Li. ”

A male police officer shouted at Officer Li, who answered the phone.

Officer Li looked at everyone with a panicked face and said in a low voice: "There is also an accident in the two nearby villages, many people are crazy, and they ask us to go to help.

"Comrade policeman, you can't go, my mother is still crying at home to find my grandmother, who has passed away for more than 20 years."

"My family's Xiwa, early in the morning, is clamoring to go to school, his son is about to graduate from college, what else is going to school?"

"Oh my God, my maternal uncle too, came to my house yesterday, and today he is talking nonsense and pulling up the old things from ten years ago."

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The villagers were afraid that the four police officers would leave things alone, so they surrounded the four of them in a swarm, and their expressions were full of pleading.

The female police officer who picked up the little monkey egg smiled and said: Folks, don't worry, we will definitely do our duty to find out this matter.

Hearing her words, the hearts of the villagers were relieved, and they asked the four police officers to rush to their homes to have a look.

A male police officer said softly: Because there are too many people involved, please register the strange situation of your relatives in my notebook, and we will check them one by one. Don't mess up, the more chaotic it is, the more troublesome it is.

Although the villagers were panicked and anxious, they felt that the male officer's proposal was reasonable, so they responded to his words and scrambled to write them down.

At this time, the sun was hanging in the sky, and it was almost noon. One by one, the villagers went home.

When Sister Yun and I were about to walk to the small slope outside the house, a little daughter-in-law caught up with me in three steps and two steps.

After getting closer, I saw that this person was the one who quietly spied on Uncle Yang's private conversation with the four police officers at Uncle Yang's house.

For a moment, I felt familiar with her, but I couldn't remember her name for a moment.

This little daughter-in-law stood in front of me and Sister Yun, smiled wryly, and said, "Xiaoyun Xiaohua, let me tell you two what Uncle Yang just said to the police officers.

When she smiled, I suddenly remembered, isn't she Dong Hua, the daughter of Uncle Dong Chun's family in the south of the village?

All of a sudden, I was furious.

I think back then, when Uncle Dong Chun was alive, Aunt Qing took me and Sister Yun to his house as guests.

At that time, Aunt Qing, who was hungry, was disgusted by this Dong Hua endlessly just because she drank a bowl of his family's noodle soup. That strange and bad taste of sneering is really unforgettable.

The world is impermanent. Today's Dong Hua, first, is very fat, second, her face is covered with freckles the size of beans, and third, she is rusticly and sloppy, which makes people unrecognizable for a while. I have to say, the sky has eyes.

At that moment, I interrupted her mercilessly, and said coldly: Behind your back, you say that people are private and are not afraid of retribution?

Rao is my tone is too heavy, but she still piles up a smile without pain and says: Don't be afraid.

Sister Yun glanced at me and said with a smile: Since Sister Hua wants to say it, you just let her say it.

I snorted coldly and walked to the locust tree in front of my house with a sullen breath.

After entering the door frame, I looked back, and on the waist of Xiaopo, Sister Yun was looking at me with a smile while listening to Dong Hua's spittle and crazy talk.