Another day, the sun was like an umbrella covering people working in the field, and Bao Maoying was one of them. She carried a load of firewood down from the distant mountains, not only sweating and feeling hot, but also hot and uncomfortable, and her mouth was dry.

She put the bundle of firewood she was carrying on the side of the road, and prepared to drink the sweet spring water to quench her thirst.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the old man standing in front of him with a smile on his face, holding an enamel basin in his hand, and in the basin were placed a few pieces of red and fragrant watermelons. He said to Bao Maoying, girl, I am Lao Zou, who is guarding the watermelons in the field, and seeing that you are so hot, I specially killed a few pieces of watermelons to send you to quench your thirst.

Bao Maoying saw that the old man was so enthusiastic, and took the basin and said thank you! In the shade of a tree, I squatted down and put the pot on the ground. Just as she was about to reach out to quench her thirst with a piece of watermelon that had been killed, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears that only she could hear clearly: Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, the watermelon was mixed with sleeping pills.

Bao Mao Yingmali took away a piece of watermelon that had been sent to his mouth, put it back in the enamel basin, stood up and said, old man, I don't eat it, you take it! The old man stared at her and asked suspiciously, girl, I specially sent you a pot of freshly killed watermelon to eat, why don't you eat it?

Bao Maoying didn't explain, and went straight to the spring to quench her thirst, and heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, but saw the old man coming empty-handed, still laughing, but laughing horribly. Bao Maoying took a step back, looked at him and asked, what are you going to do? The old man rolled his cloudy eyes and said, "Girl, tell me, I don't know, why did you take away the watermelon when you put it to your mouth just now?"

No comment. Bao Maoying replied coldly.

The old man did not give up, and still pestered her to ask what was going on. Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged man and a woman carrying firewood on the mountain road. He deliberately raised his voice and said, this girl really doesn't know what to do, kindly gave her watermelon to eat, it doesn't matter if she doesn't eat it, and said disappointing things, as if I offended her, really frustrated.

The two men and women put the firewood on the side of the road, Xu heard the old man speak, and was not in a hurry to go to the spring to drink spring water to quench his thirst, but looked at Bao Maoying and asked, what happened?

Dad, Mom, just now this old man was giving me watermelon to eat, and when I just brought the watermelon to my mouth to eat, a voice in my ear said, this watermelon is mixed with sleeping pills, and I can't eat it, so I didn't eat it.

What the hell are you. The old man blew his beard angrily and glared at him, took a few steps back, picked up the watermelons that Bao Maoying began to put in the pot under the tree one by one, and ate them in front of Bao Maoying's parents. I've eaten weird!

When Bao Yongshi saw this, he reprimanded his daughter - it's okay if you don't eat, don't talk nonsense. Xiao Xiaolan thinks that her daughter can't tell lies, and she keeps thinking: How can there be a voice in her daughter's ears? Bao Maoying didn't want to see that the old man deliberately ate a few pieces of watermelon in the basin to prove it to her and them, and the watermelon was not mixed with sleeping pills. Then he said, "Father and mother, go and drink the spring water and carry the firewood away!" Don't talk to people.

At this moment, the old man took the empty basin and said unconvinced, hmph, will I mix sleeping pills in watermelon? I'm not crazy! Besides, don't you need money to buy sleeping pills?

A few days later, the weather was still very hot, and for fear of heat stroke, Bao Yongshi and his wife did not go out to the mountain to chop firewood, and Bao Maoying did not go out to help his parents carry firewood. She was sweating when she walked around the house, and sometimes wiped the sweat on her forehead with a flower handkerchief.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaolan turned her head with some regret and said to Bao Yongshi, who was squatting in the patio to sharpen her machete, "Alas, don't sharpen your knife, go to the watermelon field to find the old man to buy a fresh watermelon and come back to quench your thirst, and see what your baby daughter Mao Ying has become?"

Mom, out of the way. Bao Maoying raised the sweat-wiped flower handkerchief to her parents, grinned and stretched out her pink tongue, and said with a smile.

If I don't go up the mountain to chop wood today, I have to sharpen a few machetes. Although Bao Yongshi said this reason, he still listened to his wife, put down the machete in his hand and did not sharpen it again, but stood up, touched the pants purse covering his buttocks, and felt that there was still money in it, so he was ready to go out.

Go, go. When you come back from buying watermelons, you sharpen your knives again and sharpen a few machetes quickly. Qu Xiaolan urged.

Bao Yongshi wore a straw hat to go out, and the square face that was already tanned was even darker because it was covered in the shadow of the brim.

He left the house and walked straight to the watermelon field at the foot of the mountain, and saw a straw hut on the ground in the distance, but he did not see the old man who was always squatting and guarding, and he concluded that the old man might be resting in the shed.

When approaching the watermelon field, Bao Yongshi, who usually smells the fresh fragrance of plants and trees, smells a strange and unbearable smell of rotting corpses, could it be that there are dead cats and dogs nearby.

Thinking about it, he instinctively raised his hand and took off his straw hat and rolled it up on the brim of his nostrils a few times, but the smell was still rare to get rid of. He held his breath, breathing less or with his back to the sky. Every time he did this, he quickened his pace according to his inner thoughts, hoping to get to the shed as soon as possible to find the old man to buy a watermelon and leave, so as not to smell the unpleasant smell.

But when I came to the door of the straw hut, a foul smell became even stronger. He hoped to call the old man out of the straw hut and take him to the watermelon field to pick a green watermelon, knock it with his hand and make a "clatter" sound, and then pick it off and buy it and take it back, so that his wife and daughter who were waiting at home could praise him a few words.

At this moment, he covered his nose and shouted, "Oh, I'm going to buy watermelon." He screamed several times, but there was no movement in the shed, only a particularly unpleasant stench. He simply pinched his nose and walked in, and when he saw it, he was horrified that the old man lying on the bamboo bed had bulging eyes and died. His face, even his naked body and arms, were highly corrupted by the heat, and the white maggots on the rotten parts were arching and very active. No wonder it stinks, where does Bao Yongshi still have the heart to buy watermelon, he turned around and ran back, his heart was pounding......

Bao Yongshi did not go home, and went straight to the Ma'anshan Police Station to report the case. The police station immediately set up a special task force, led by Director Ma, led by Bao Yongshi, and went straight to the watermelon field three kilometers away.

Only the forensic doctor carrying a medicine box marked with a red cross, a burly middle-aged man, did not cover his nose, but put on a white mask and white gloves, walked from the middle of the queue to the front, and then walked into the grass hut first. He looked at the dead body of the highly decomposed old man lying on his back on the bamboo bed, and Ma Li opened the medicine box and took out the potion device, which looked like a miniature nebulizer.

He pressed it several times, and the mist sprayed on the corpse, and immediately the foul smell subsided a lot.

Director Ma led several policemen into the grass hut, and some of them examined the corpse with the forensic doctor to see if there were bruises and other scars; Others took pictures around the corpses; Some repeatedly observed the surroundings of the corpse, hoping to find some useful traces; Some of them take notes while watching.