I stared at my cousin-in-law's mouth.

Countless experiences have taught me that a lot of horror is made from mouths like this, just as many horror novels are written with bald pens by people like me.

I asked with great distrust, "What are you doing outside the city so early?" "

"Doesn't my family have a few acres of land outside the city? When I planted corn, it was time to eat green bud rice, so I went to break some green bud rice for the factory director. "

Yes, my cousin-in-law is a resident of Linxian County, and he eats commercial grain, while my cousin eats rural grain.

After she married in Linxian County, she still did not turn from farming to non-farming. At that time, it was very difficult to convert agriculture to non-farming.

Therefore, she settled in the countryside on the outskirts of Linxian County, and was allocated a few acres of land, and she was usually served by her cousin-in-law.

"Doesn't this prove that Zhang Ping killed Zhang Caiyun?"

"That Mongolian knife belongs to Zhang Ping."

"Didn't you say that the Mongolian knife was given to Zhang Caiyun by Zhang Ping?"

"That's what Zhang Ping said himself."

"I don't believe it."

"Actually, the person who cut the alkali grass was not the first witness. There was also a man, a child, a sheep herder, who was the earliest eyewitness. Of course, I didn't see this child, but the word he came home to tell his parents spread, and I heard about it. He said he saw two cars parked on the meadow, one of which was

Truck...... As soon as I thought about it, I sensed that the kid wasn't lying. I'm afraid that you will connect with each other. "

"Maybe it was when Zhang Ping caught up with Zhang Caiyun, Zhang Caiyun had already been eaten by wolves."

My cousin-in-law looked at me calmly and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember that Zhang Ping never ate meat?" "

My scalp blew up.

My body lost weight all at once, and it was like flying.

At the time, I hadn't written horror novels, I was writing love stories.

My stories are so romantic, so poetic, that they have won thousands of young readers.

I advocate beautiful love.

My cousin-in-law's words shattered me in one fell swoop.

I don't know how I got my cousin-in-law away.

I lay alone on the kang of the supply and marketing cooperative, struggling to sort out the fragments of my life.

I didn't dare to recall his words, I didn't even dare to recall what he looked like.

The wind outside was stronger, and my window was "honking".

The wind howls like a wolf, like a woman crying.

Perhaps, everything is the imagination of my cousin-in-law.

Yes, we often say --- little ones don't lie. Actually, this is just a stereotyped way of saying for adults. Therefore, we often ignore another fact--- children love to lie the most.

I'm in Beijing now.

I'll go back to the Northeast every few years.

However, I never went to the tunzi where I worked, I never went to the 20th, I never went to the meadow, I never went to my cousin's house in Linxian again.

It was a nightmare, and I was afraid to touch it, even if it was just a corner of my clothes.

(True: 95%)