At this moment, the rumbling sound of the train has completely disappeared, and the roar of the psyllium woke up the neighbors on the left and right of the hall, and the first to wake up were of course Li Laohan and his wife, who sat on the bed and listened quietly for a while, and knew that there was a robber, so they quickly turned on the lamp and got up, and while picking up the stick to open the door and going out, they shouted nervously, catching the robber who stole the chicken.

Li Laohan approached the gate of the hall, and heard the clucking of chickens, so he turned on the lights of the hall and saw that a snakeskin bag lying on the ground was bulging, as if it was moving, and sure enough, it was moving, he touched it, and it was full of chickens, and then he looked back to see that the door of his chicken coop was open, and the cage was empty.

In a fit of rage, he rushed to the door of the hall and picked up the stick according to the hind legs of the motor and smashed it. The wife also rushed to kick the horse's ass angrily, neither of them knew psyllium, but they knew that he was a good man who caught the thief, and he was holding his body down and snorting on the ground.

When the psyllium saw that the two elders were teaching the motor with their fists and feet and wooden sticks, he let go of his hand and said, "Uncle, your house is open, and there is no security door, so this thief took the opportunity to steal to your house."

Before he could say anything, Mada suddenly got up and tried to flee, but the villagers with sticks and fists rushed to him, and the black pressure was already surrounding him. He peeked into the weak spot of a row of women standing there, and took the opportunity to reach out and push, trying to force his way out, but sticks and fists rained down on all parts of his body.

He clasped his hands on his head and shouted for mercy, but no one could hear him, and they beat him to death—beat him to death—beat him to death—The motor that had been beaten to the ground could not hold it anymore, and fell to the ground.

The villagers who were beating up in the black light and blind fire did not seem to understand their hatred, and they beat them up again. At this time, I don't know who said, don't fight, if you beat him, you will die, the robber is not guilty of death, just teach him a lesson, and see if he is still a thief.

The villagers who surrounded the motor stopped fighting. A villager turned on the flashlight and found that the chicken thief lying on the ground was bleeding and motionless, and the psyllium squatted down and reached out to touch his nostrils, and he was no longer angry.

He said a little nervously, it's terrible, is it a crime to kill a thief? The villagers were also a little panicked, and some said that I only punched a few times; Some said I only hit a few sticks, others said I only kicked a few times.

Li Laohan threw away the wooden stick and said calmly, I killed the thief, count me as self-defense, and I will accept the guilt from the above, and I have nothing to do with everyone. Some villagers with a sense of justice said that it would not work, and everyone should bear the guilt together, because they all did it.

At this time, Psyllium spoke, he said that the robber is not guilty of death, and he is guilty of killing him, and this crime has nothing to do with everyone, and I will bear it alone, although I did not kill him, but I am responsible, I followed him here, if it weren't for this, he would have stolen a bag of chickens and escaped, and he would not have been killed, so I am guilty.

Psyllium said, lowering his head as if in silence for the dead chicken thief. Suddenly raised his head and raised his voice again, he originally wanted to catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, catch the chicken thief and send him to the police station for punishment, but he was beaten to death by everyone with a stick and a punch. Since the chicken thief was killed, and the person cannot be resurrected after death, I will bear the responsibility for this crime, and you will deal with the aftermath of this dead man, and I will go to the police station to surrender myself.

Li Laohan stood up from the crowd and said, no, no! The chicken thief was killed, I am responsible for this crime, you are here to help me catch the thief, although the thief who caught him was killed, you are not guilty, you should also take credit for your merits, you are for the people to eliminate harm!

Everyone was like a deflated ball, throwing the sticks in their hands one after another, as if they were afraid of being held responsible alone, but listening to Li Laohan say this, I felt that it was a little reasonable for him to bear the responsibility alone, so I talked about it one by one: If you want to say that you are guilty, anyone who beats the chicken thief can get a share, and no one can escape.

Eventually, they formed a common opinion, and they lit torches and carried the body of the chicken thief out of the village to the town police station, where the group of people gathered under the town's street lamps before dawn.

Several policemen from the police station came out and saw a dead body, and they were shocked, this photo, that question, everyone rushed one after another and said, we were killed together, we will bear the guilt together, we will go to prison, we will go to prison together.

Don't talk about this, who shot him the hardest to make him deadly. The police who made the record felt that they couldn't help a large group of people and wanted to catch the typical.

Li Laohan said, it was dark at night, and we saw thieves fighting indiscriminately, who knows which one was the heaviest? It's still the same sentence, go to jail, let's go to jail together. The police who made the record had no choice but to let everyone press their fingerprints one by one in the record book.

About an hour later, the sky was already bright, and the police at the police station found out the identity of the chicken thief and the family situation, and after asking for instructions, let the people of Lijiazhuang jointly fund the handling of the deceased's funeral and exempt him from criminal punishment, but the deceased's son Ma Li has become an orphan and is still young, and the people of Lijiazhuang must share the responsibility and raise him until he is 18 years old.

After the motor was killed, his soul was out of his body, and he hurried back to see his son Ma Li, Ma Ma was also entrusted to Wu's mother to take care of him, he couldn't rest assured, before he got out of Lijiazhuang, someone stood in the middle of the road, stretched out his hands to stop him, the man was wearing a pot-like hat, white, no brim, and the forehead was written with the word night tour, and it was shining with a faint blue luster.

When he was alive, he only went to the second grade of elementary school and dropped out of school, and he only knew one word for "night" and the other two. He stared at the man and asked, "Why are you stopping me?" Night Parade put down his outstretched hands and said, "You have nowhere else to go now, and I have come to lead you to Huangquan Road."

Only then did Mada realize that it was not a person who was arresting him in front of him, but a shadow, so he begged, can you let me take one last look at my son?

No way. You're already dead, and there's no point in going to see your son again. The Night Ranger shook the rope in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he tied the motor's hands. Before the motor could recover his senses, he suddenly heard the clucking sound of chickens, and then felt the pain of being pricked by needles in the exposed parts of his face, hands, and feet, and when he opened his eyes, the chickens were jumping up and scrambling to peck him, pecking him on the face, hands, and feet, and screaming for help.

At this moment, the night patrol shook his hand and preached, that's it, that's it, and the pain of the chicken's pecking disappeared. Suddenly, the chickens that were pecking at him were nowhere to be found.

Night Wanderer watched the chicken feathers on his body be pecked off piece by piece, and asked, "Motor, do you know why you have chicken feathers on your body?" The motor was shocked for a while, Yin Cha was able to call his name, he didn't dare to slack off, lowered his head and said, maybe I stole too many chickens and received retribution.

Don't talk about it. Night Parade waved his hand and shouted, "Chicken God, you come out and explain." I saw a man covered with colorful chicken feathers descending from mid-air, standing in front of him, the motor looked at it, the chicken feathers on his body were incomparable with the chicken feathers on his body, the chicken feathers on his body looked beautiful, and the chicken feathers on his body looked ugly.