Chapter 191: Murder in the Coffin

She was like an eagle with broken wings, a fish with its fins cut off.

She struggled to prop up her skinny body on her belly and limbs, and she struggled to pant for air, crawling slowly on the ground.

"Uhhh

From time to time, the old woman's mouth vomited some bright red blood foam, which was rubbed by her clothes and body and hung on the ground, and a long red blood stain was dragged out on the ground at once.

As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, she crawled into the hall.

She couldn't seem to remember how long it had been since she had been here.

Although this is her home, she hasn't been out of the bedroom for almost a decade.

Over the years, it has been her wife who has helped her scrub her body and serve her food.

And her task is to close her eyes, grit her teeth and silently carry the sharp pain from her body.

Ten years like a day, every day.

The old woman had never thought that she would have this day, she lay on the ground and gasped for breath, and after a while she was back on all fours.

At this moment, the muscles of the arms and pushes tightened, and the teeth that grew inside suddenly exerted force, chewing and colliding with each other.

Crunch, squeak.

The countless teeth in his body were biting at the flesh and blood all over his body.

"Uh-" the old woman cried out, and the pain seemed to be beyond the limits of what a person could bear.

At this time, for a moment, she wanted to die.

It's good to die.

She thought about it, and she thought of the smiling face of the boy who had skipped class, and she thought of the silver ring that was still clutched tightly in her hand.

The old man gave all the money out, leaving only a coffin, which was the best gift for her.

This is also her final destination.

She clenched her teeth, and somehow an impulse appeared in her heart.

I'm going out, I'm going to see that beautiful big shoucai.

The old woman struggled to crawl and slowly walked out of the hall.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, leaving only a trace of the slanting sun that had not disappeared.

But soon, the last rays of sunlight disappeared, and the whole land took on a gray blackness.

In the past, there were no lights in the countryside, and the conditions here were not as good as those in Liujia Village, every household could turn on the lights, and the location of Li Laodan's house was remote, so naturally, there were no decent people around.

At this time, the cricket was noisy and noisy, constantly screaming, like a noisy child, constantly noisy.

At the door of Li Laodan's house, which had not changed much, suddenly a big foot suddenly stepped on a piece of grass.

The director of this foot is a middle-aged man, his face is calm, he looked at the small house of Li Laodan's family in front of him and recalled: "I didn't expect that after so many years, you, an old man, are still not dead, and you have been carrying your teeth and lowering your head for more than ten years, and finally let you find a way to solve it, it's really fateful." ”

"But today is your time of death. I, Jiang, have always been unable to suffer, and if you hurt my sister, then I will kill you. ”

The middle-aged man took out a sharp knife from his hand, sneered, and walked step by step to the courtyard of Li Laodan's house.

His steps were quiet, and then he heard the cry of an old woman in pain.

Hearing this sound, he was simply refreshed.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have today." He thought so to himself, and then soon he saw a withered old man's palm with blood sticking out of the door of the hall.

He immediately stepped back, then curled his eyes and stared carefully at the door.

Seeing that it was an old woman covered in blood, it was quite in line with his expectations.

The old woman crawled on the ground with difficulty, the hard, rough concrete floor rubbing against her body.

She crawled into the courtyard, and it took her nearly ten minutes to reach the door of the firewood room.

My wife told her that the longevity materials prepared for her were so beautiful, and they were made of fine wood, and when she patted them with her hands, the wood would make a dull sound.

"Ahem! Cough! She coughed violently, and she already felt like she was going to die, as if all the internal organs in her stomach were about to shatter.

I was afraid that in the next moment, fragments of internal organs would gush out of her throat.

She was panting, but at this point she was paralyzed, as if she had been drained of tendons, and she couldn't get up at all.

The thought in her heart supported her to continue crawling in front of her, and at this moment, the man standing at the door slowly walked in.

With a dagger in his hand that glowed cold, he walked around the courtyard behind the old woman.

He watched as she crawled the ground, getting closer and closer to the door of the firewood house in front of her.

"Ahem! Cough! ”

The old woman then crawled forward for a while, and her whole body was supported by a stubborn will, and she was afraid that if she stopped for a second, and her body slackened for a moment, she would close her eyes forever.

Closer, closer, closer and closer to the wooden door.

She was just a step away from the door of the firewood house.

"Brother, what does your gift to me look like?"

The old woman muttered in her heart, tears mixed with blood sliding down her face.

yes, yes, I'll see your gift to me right away.

Her nails finally touched the wooden door.

But at this moment, suddenly a pair of big feet stepped on her shoulders from behind.

"Smack."

The withered old man's hand was mercilessly trampled on the ground, as fragile as a weed, crushed by the soles of his shoes.

"Hmph, old thing......" the middle-aged man muttered.

She was like a dying beast, she didn't know who had stepped on her arm, and she didn't care about it. She frantically dug into her other hand and pushed the door hard.

But......

The other hand was noticeably weaker, and as soon as it was stretched out, it fell heavily to the ground.

The strength in her body was completely depleted.

She is not like Deathheart, at this last moment, she is confused.

The sharp blade stabbed her hard in the back.

The middle-aged man pressed the dagger hard, trying to slive the blade through the old woman's heart.

The murder made his hands break out in a cold sweat, but when he came to his senses, he was even more determined to kill the old woman.

This was not the first time he had killed someone, and after calming down, he did not rush to pull out the dagger, but looked around, and then pinched the flesh on the old woman's arm, and when he was completely unconscious, he slowly pulled out the dagger.

If it is like murder in movies and television, it is often quickly inserted into the body and then pulled out. This step produces a very large amount of blood, and if not handled properly, it can easily leave clues.

Relieved, he slowly wiped the blood stains from the knife on the old woman's clothes, then put the knife back away, and walked towards the distance on his own.

"It's finally time for this day. It's not enough to torture you for a lifetime. When he said this, he vaguely and conscience found it, and felt that it seemed a little cruel for him to do so.

Decades ago, the mistakes she made when she was young not only cost her dearly, but also made her confess her name in her old age.

However, this woman is so difficult, why do she have to climb out, as if something has charmed her and forced her to come out.

What is it?

He thought of the wooden door, and he wanted to know very much what was behind it.

The thought grew deeper and deeper in his mind, and he turned his head to look again, but he didn't hear any movement.

There is still a glimmer of light between the heavens and the earth.

He stopped, turned his head and walked towards Li Laodan's house again.

The old woman in the courtyard was lying on the ground, and blood was flowing from her wounds, mouth, nose, and eyes, as if the whole person was like a leaky plastic bag, flowing everywhere.

He subconsciously didn't look at the old woman, concentrated his attention, walked to the wooden door, and gently pushed it open.

There was something in it that he expected.

In the middle of the room was a large coffin, and there were some wooden planks underneath the coffin, for fear that the mud would get damp and rot the brand-new coffin.

Why is there a coffin inside?

He couldn't figure it out.

An impulse appeared in his heart, and looking at this coffin without a lid, he couldn't help but want to put the old woman inside.

It's as if you see a pot and a lid and can't help but want to cover it.

After thinking for a moment, his brain was hot and he still acted.

When the coffin is not buried, the coffin board is put on the coffin, and when it is time to be buried, the person is put in, the coffin is covered again, and then nailed.

He lifted the coffin board, went to the ground and picked up the old woman, and he deliberately grabbed one of the old woman's legs and the hand that only had to touch the door. Picked up the old woman like a chicken and put her in the coffin.

The skinny old grandmother was very light, and he felt a sense of guilt.

I don't know how many years ago, he saw this woman in the market, she was plump and strong, and at a glance he knew that she was a woman who could grow crops.

Closing the coffin again, he breathed again.

"Go ahead, don't blame me, if you want to blame, you deserve it, why did you steal a dog and hurt my sister's face?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together and walked away, not even noticing that the old woman's blood had gotten on his trouser legs.

At the same time, on the top of a mountain in Longming Mountain, more than ten miles away, suddenly, Li Laodan, who was walking in front, tripped over a stone on the ground.

The center of gravity of his body lost its balance, and it suddenly lay on the ground in front of him.

Thankfully, there was a clump of grass in front of him. He was also not injured.

"What's wrong?" I hurriedly asked him.

Li Laodan's face was solemn, he swallowed his saliva, and his expression was a little flustered: "I don't know what's wrong, I feel a palpitation inexplicably." It seems to be, it seems to be ......"

Li Laodan didn't dare to continue, his hands were trembling.

"Well, let's go, we'll be to the dog's den at once."