C3 (2/2)

I quickly arrived at Aunt Zhang's previous house. Uncle Zhang has already been dead for many years, and because Aunt Zhang was hanged at that time, and was dressed in all sorts of colorful clothes, this house was always empty. For many years, no one dared to live in it, and no one even tore it down to build a new one.

Ever since Aunt Zhang died, his foster father would come to this empty house every seven days to clean. Every time he came to this empty house, he would bring a big bag of things with him, and when he came back, he would leave behind an empty bag.

For many years, this habit had never stopped. The foster father treated the empty house as if it were his own, changed a new lock, and took a key himself.

After all, no one was willing to enter the house, and many villagers also knew about their adoptive father changing locks. However, since their adoptive father was crazy every day, none of the villagers were willing to argue with him, so they let him come.

This house has always been a shadow in my heart, and the cruelty of my adoptive father has penetrated deep into my heart. Although I've been curious about what my adoptive father brought into the house, I've never had the courage to probe it.

After so many years, to be able to adhere to one habit, he wasn't sure if his adoptive father was repenting, or if he really had some sort of special relationship with the Aunt Zhang.

Now that I'm old, I naturally understand what my adoptive father and Aunt Zhang were doing back then. Although I hate my adoptive father, I do feel a little guilty towards Aunt Zhang.

If it wasn't for my ignorance, Aunt Zhang would have never … Perhaps she wouldn't die …

At this time, he arrived at the entrance of Aunt Zhang's house. The door to the house was slightly open, and blood was dripping from the door, there were a few bloody handprints on the door.

I slightly frowned. Didn't my adoptive father hang himself from the ceiling? Why was there still blood?

I've seen a lot of dead people over the years. Those who were stepped on by the mule died miserably. I've seen it myself, and my heart has already become cold and numb.

But when I think about the people who died inside, the foster father who abused me for so many years, my heart is filled with mixed feelings.

Am I sad or happy? I can't say for sure, but when he was alive, I longed for him to die almost every day, even wanted to kill him.

But... Now that he was dead, I didn't feel as good as I had imagined.

Pushing the door open, he saw a hideous sight. The foster father's entire body was dyed red as he hung on the roof. His body seemed to be slightly swaying.

His eyes were wide opened, and his tongue stretched out as long as it could, exactly the same as the death of Aunt Zhang all those years ago.

The strangest thing was, putting aside the blood on his body, his foster father was wearing a long, colorful dress, but the blood had dyed it in other colors. It was a woman's clothes! His face was covered in makeup, blush, and lipstick, making him look like a paper man!

As for the blood on his body, it was because his father's wrists and ankles had all been cut open. The wound wasn't particularly large, but as he hung there in midair, a large amount of blood flowed out, all the way to the door.

Since his wrists and ankles had been cut open, the bloody handprints and bloodstains on the door could be explained …

However, since he wanted to commit suicide, why would he bother torturing himself? Furthermore, why did he choose such a method and commit suicide at such a time and place?

Was it just a coincidence?

I took a deep breath and looked at my foster father, who was dangling in midair.

”Dad, is this the birthday present you gave me today?”

All sorts of feelings were mixed within him. He spoke more about the dead than the living, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, the wounds on his adoptive father's body had already dried up. His arms and neck, where there was no makeup, also had a deathly pale color, and his staring eyes became even more cloudy.

Although his adoptive father's body could still be considered strong, he had been drinking heavily for many years. Although he was still strong, it was impossible for his body to not be affected at all.

At this time, the village chief also arrived at Aunt Zhang's door, but he was probably afraid and did not come in. He just waited outside.

At the same time, I steadied my mind and looked at the corpses that my foster father was hanging on. There were actually coffin nails everywhere, and the feet that were facing the corpse were already dyed deep red from the blood.

If his adoptive father had truly committed suicide, then all of this would naturally have been premeditated while he was still alive …