C47 (2/2)

He could laugh when his father died, and he could still laugh when he killed someone.

Even if he could be said to be heartless, he shouldn't have reached such a level …

This person seemed to have never passed by before, but he also seemed to have always been very serious.

The Village Head's warehouse is not far from my house, which is why he chose it to commit the crime.

He took the two of us straight to the house and poured some cold water from the house on my face.

This made my head tingle, but at least I was able to speak.

”You actually killed someone …”

This was my first sentence after my consciousness had recovered a little.

I can't understand it. I can't accept it.

So far, although I have seen many deaths, the death caused by supernatural powers is not the same as the death caused by murder.

In a way, I think it might be worse.

”So be it. The day my dad died, I said I was going to kill him.”

Liu Qing mumbled to himself before turning around to leave.

”Where are you going?”

”The medicine in your body will be gone in half an hour. I'll go walk around the village and see if there's anyone else you know.”

With that, Liu Qing left.

I took a deep breath and tried to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

Although Liu Qing didn't say it, I understood what he meant. He walked around the village with his whole body covered in blood.

When people found the Village Head's corpse, they would turn their attention to him.

This way, some of those close to the village head would not suspect me.

Watching Liu Qing leave, I wanted to thank him, but the words that were just spoken felt like they were stuck in my throat.

My suspicions towards him were not completely dispelled. After all, whether it was wandering around the village or appearing in Aunt Zhang's home, all of them were extremely suspicious.

I was not a very expressive person. I felt grateful, but it was hard to say what I wanted to say. I just watched him leave.

After half an hour, my body slowly recovered and Lingling had more or less recovered.

She did not know about the Village Chief's death, so I simply told her about it, but I did not tell her that it was Liu Qing who killed the Village Chief.

This matter must be kept a secret, otherwise, it will harm Liu Qing, and it will also harm me.

That afternoon, the village was in an uproar. The village head was killed, and the person who killed him was a young man from a foreign village.

Not long after, another piece of news came out, saying that the killer was Liu Songxian's son who was carrying the coffin.

The village chief had died, and the entire village was in an uproar. But when Liu Songxian died, no one in the village even asked.

This point is very suspicious. Liu Songxian died in our village, so it is impossible for him to be pressed down like that. Furthermore, the hut he died in is filled with blood.

Why did it seem like the villagers had reached a consensus and no one was interested?

In the afternoon, I brought Lingling to Aunt Zhang's house once again.

At this time, the Aunt Zhang's grass grew even taller, but the interior of the house was still empty.

It gave off a sinister feeling.

I stood at the door, staring at the place where my foster father was hanging. My foster father and the Aunt Zhang were both hanging at the same place.

I tried my best to recall, to dig out, to look for, and to recall the appearance of the Aunt Zhang when she died from my blurry memories.

Aunt Zhang could be said to be the person who left the deepest impression on me over the years. After all, at that time was still young, and it was my first time seeing such a malevolent corpse.

Although it couldn't be said to be fresh in his memory, he definitely had an impression of her.

When he thought about it carefully, the way the two of them died, and even the way their eyes looked after their death, were all the same.

When the village chief reached out his hand to give me pointers, I suddenly thought of something.

Then this direction... Would there be a way out?

I stood where they had died, looked in that direction, and took a closer look at the location of their deaths.

Right now, as long as I am able to find a clue, I can't let it go. At this moment, I crease my eyebrows and find something amiss …