At dusk, the sky darkens, and the setting sun stays firmly above the horizon, releasing the last residual heat, making the sky even more charming with a few brilliant clouds.

The small village of the Lin family

The soft red light of the sunset on the horizon, like a beacon, shone on every farmer who had worked hard in the fields all day and returned home with farm tools.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

This is the life and rest of the peasants who have not changed for thousands of years, every household in Linjia Village, although the face of each returning man is very tired, but it is still full of full smiles, and the women at home have already prepared meals for them, just waiting for them to return home.

At Lin Er's house, Qingli brought them the food of her uncle and aunt, but she only saw Lin Er alone in the hall, and after not seeing the aunt, she was very puzzled. Why wasn't Auntie there? Thinking so, she asked too.

"Uncle, isn't Auntie back yet?"

Lin Er, who was sitting in the seat, was stunned for a long time with a cloudy and godless gaze, and it took him a long time to react, he frowned and said, "Maybe I'm going back to my parents' house again, leave her alone." ”

"Oh. Qingli bowed her head in response, silently arranged the meal, and then walked back to the kitchen quickly, feeling like she was running away.

Qingli, who left in a hurry, didn't notice Lin Er's abnormality behind her, Lin Er was able to control the martial arts hall with several fighter instructors with the cultivation of a one-star fighter not long after the death of his eldest brother Lin Da, so he was naturally not a simple character.

But at this time, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes showed a sense of anxiety, looking in the direction of Qingli's departure, a color with terrible desire quietly eroded the clear color in his pupils, and he did not have the self-control and calmness that the master of the first hall had.

Night is quietly falling, the sunset has already set, and it is a silvery moon that works on it, like the moonlight of hoarfrost scattered all over the land, illuminating the scenery of all things in a soft light.

At this time, in a remote and uninhabited corner of Linjia Village, Ivan, dressed in a cyan cloth coat, only had the reflection of the black-rimmed glasses lenses on his eyelids in the dark.

Ivan's whole body was clean, the corners of his mouth were filled with a hint of a smile, and his white and slender hands held a snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped it, and the bloodstains rendered by the handkerchief looked extremely strange at this time.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, Ivan muttered in a voice that he could only hear: Qingli, don't let me down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan's figure faded into the darkness of the night, but before leaving, he threw the handkerchief in his hand on the ground on the face of a corpse that had stopped breathing.

It was the corpse of a middle-aged woman, whose head was twisted in an unreasonable way in a strange direction, and it could be seen that it had been killed by the murderer's instantaneous and vigorous twisting of the neck, and the expression on the woman's face seemed to be incredulous, and it seemed to be frightened. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes bulged out directly, and the whites of her eyes became unusually huge, which made her feel very terrifying when she looked at it.

As the minutes ticked by, the whole world seemed to fall into a deep sleep. The moon shone brightly in the clouds, and at one moment it hid in the thick clouds, and then it poked its head out of it.

Most of the people in Linjia Village have already fallen asleep, and only a few houses are still lit in dim light, and there is a creaking sound from the bed board inside, which may be repairing the bed, but more likely, it should be some kind of man-making movement.

In the kitchen of Lin Er's house, Qingli sat on a small wooden stool, although she still had a sleepy expression on her face, she still cheered up, adding firewood to the stove from time to time, and the lid of the pot was covered with her and Brother Ivan's dinner.

Why hasn't Brother Ivan come back yet, touching his cooing belly, Qingli didn't have any complaint on his face, just a simple complaint.

Qingli opened her ten fingers, which were not delicate and smooth like ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, and were full of calluses left by years of hard work, as well as scars and sores left by various unknown reasons.

However, there is a black ring on Qingli's nameless finger, the ring is very simple, I don't know what material it is forged, and there are some vague lines painted on it.

This is the only gift that Qingli's mother gave him before she died, since birth, she has been wearing it for a full sixteen years, and her mother's relics have made Qingli have a special attachment to it.

Although Qingli had never seen her mother's face, her father had told her that her mother loved her and that she believed her father's words.

Gently stroking the ring with her fingers, Qingli smiled contentedly: "Mother, Qingli has grown up, for so many years, although my uncle and aunt have been a little strict with Qingli, Qingli is still very grateful to them."

Qingli is very satisfied now, not only does he have a teacher with a knife mouth and a tofu heart to study medical science, but he also has a big brother Ivan who is very gentle and very good to Qingli......"

Just as Qingli was sitting on a small wooden stool and whispering to the black ring on her finger, suddenly, the wooden window frame of the kitchen was blown open by a Chen wind and opened outward. The window frames, which had been half decayed by the erosion of the wind and rain, were now swaying back and forth in the wind, and there was a faint smell of old and desolate.

Qingli was stunned for a moment, then got up from the small wooden bench and walked to the window, just as she was about to close the window frame that was blown open by the wind, an accident happened.

An abrupt figure appeared outside the window, a tall and burly figure, with a pair of palms propped up by the window, and his cloudy eyes were full of frightening lust at this time.

"Ahh Qingli exclaimed, and when she saw the face of the sudden figure outside the window, she was puzzled and a little uneasy in her heart, "Uncle, why did you suddenly run here?"

Lin Er didn't answer Qingli's question, only to see him jump lightly outside the window, jump directly into the kitchen, and then slowly walked towards Qingli, and the lustful meaning in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Qingli is not stupid, Lin Er's series of strange actions, coupled with the kind of gaze in his eyes that is the same as the hooligan in the village looking at her, even if he is stupid, he will understand what kind of idea the other party has.

It was precisely because she understood, so Qingli's face became snow-white in an instant, how could this be, how could it become like this!

Qingli really couldn't imagine that her uncle, who was usually very indifferent to her, would have such thoughts, which made her dare to believe that this was true. (To be continued.) )