Chapter 33 (1/2)

After Wang Qing left, Jiang Jiu turned around in the corridor and knocked on 701's door again.

It was the gray haired old man who opened the door. His back was as straight as a javelin, his eyes were not dirty, his voice was steady, and he was full of time precipitation: ”young man, what else do you want?”

Jiang Jiu gazed at him for a long time, pointed to his skin, and said, ”how long have you been dead? Or do you know you're dead? ”

The old man hung his head along his fingers. When he saw the dark purplish red spot on his skin, he was stunned for a moment, but he soon flashed across Mingwu.

He pulled down his sleeve and covered the spot properly. Then he rolled his eyes and recalled, ”it should be a month, isn't it?”

His eyes were a little empty. After a while, he refocused: ”that day I had a heart attack. It's an old problem. It's just that before I have time to take medicine, I lose consciousness and wake up like this. ”

It was a very common day. He had a heart attack, but he fell to the ground before he came back to his room to get the medicine. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping on the ground. When he woke up, he found that he had become different, but it didn't matter. He still lived on the seventh floor day after day, waiting to see the retribution of those wicked people.

And the retribution came one after another.

The old man's eyes trembled, but a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Jiu watched his expression: ”you shouldn't stay here. You have a place to go when you are dead. ”

The old man was not dissatisfied with this, just said: ”when the time comes, I will leave.”

Jiang Jiu shook his head: ”you shouldn't use that thing to help you kill. He Laoer and he Laosi helped you kill, right? He Laowu should also be gone. When it kills sex, you may not be able to control it. ”

The old man's eyes trembled, and then dropped down, making people unable to see the look of the fundus. He shook his head and retorted: ”I don't know where you come from, but there are no other people here. I killed people, and they should die.”

When the old man talked with Jiang Jiu, his expression was always peaceful. From his speech and behavior, we can see that he was a well-educated man. Even though he knew he was dead, he still lived in the world according to the living standards.

But when it comes to ”they should die”, his teeth are very tight, almost word by word from the teeth, with strong resentment and unwilling.

When Jiang Jiu first met him, if it wasn't for the spot he showed unintentionally, he could hardly detect the death on him. He looked like a living man. But now his whole body is covered with dead air, and the strong putrid smell also comes out.

The old man, who had been gentle and polite, gradually took on the appearance of a hellish devil.

He widened his dark eyes and repeated hoarsely, ”they deserve it.”

Jiang Jiu raised his hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder, but his eyes crossed his shoulder and looked into the room. In the dark, there were countless pairs of hostile eyes looking at him - the women who had put them on the tea table.

Jiang Jiu stepped forward, but the old man blocked the door with his own body. His face was covered with death, and his bright eyes became dark. But he still straightened his back: ”I killed people, but they died long ago. I don't regret it. If an expert wants to do justice for heaven, just do it. ”

He blocked the door with his decaying body, but his hand behind him gently waved.

So in the dark, those who were hostile to Jiang GUI's mother, Sao Qing, went back.

Only a pair of eyes in the darker place stare at Jiang Jiu from beginning to end, full of malice.

Jiang pointed to a place in the dark: ”do you want to protect it?”

The old man's body was still, but the corners of his mouth were straight. He said stiffly, ”I don't understand what you're talking about.”

”You don't kill people when you are alive. How can you kill people when you are dead?”

Jiang Shu sighed and stepped back to show that he didn't mean any harm. He said seriously, ”I'm not an expert in killing demons and demons, let alone your enemy. I'm just entrusted by the police to find out the truth of this case.”

When the old man heard the word truth, his eyes moved and his lips slowly tightened.

”I want to talk to it, OK?”

The old man gazed at him, but still slowly shook his head, posture is still alert: ”no one else here.”

Jiang Shu sighed again. He gently touched the old man's body with his fingers: ”your body is almost rotten, isn't it? Even it can't bring you back from the dead. Have you ever thought about what will happen to this body when it completely collapses and its soul dies? ”

If he didn't know what it was before, he would have known it after he knocked on the old man's door again.

He saw a shrine in the corner of the living room.

But the shrine is not dedicated to any well-known God, but to a seven or eight year old girl. The little girl has a round face, big black eyes and a small smile. If it wasn't for her to comb her lotus head and hold a broom in her hand, she would be almost the same as an ordinary little girl.

But its dress is destined to be extraordinary.

The old man worshipped a statue of Sao qingniang at home. It's just that the statue is not a young woman in legend, but a little girl of seven or eight years old.

Jiang Shu recalled the materials he had read in his mind.

All the people in Hejia village are of the surname he, and there is only one family of immigrants, surnamed Qin.

The head of the household is Qin Shuyi. He is an educated youth who went to the countryside. He met his wife and fell in love in Hejia village, and finally got married in the remote Hejia village. Qin Shuyi's parents died long ago. After his marriage, he simply settled down in Hejia village, taking care of his wife's three-thirds of the land and teaching in the village primary school.

The only regret is that they never have a child. Until they were in their early 40s, they picked up a baby girl by the river and brought her home to raise her.

Qin Shuyi and his wife love this hard-earned child very much. Unfortunately, in 1999, there was a flood in Jiangcheng. It rained heavily for nearly a month. Qin Shuyi's wife and daughter died in the flood.

Jiang Shu calculated the time. When Qin Shuyi's daughter died, she was eight or nine years old.

The old man is Qin Shuyi. The shrine is dedicated to his early daughter.

Just don't know his daughter and sweep fine Niang have what origin.

After Jiang Gu's words, Qin Shuyi was moved. He hesitated for a long time, then asked in a dumb voice, ”do you promise not to hurt her? Those things have nothing to do with her. ”

”No

He stood up to the eyes that twinkled maliciously in the dark and said again, ”I am a public servant of the state. If it does not commit a crime, I will not hurt it.”

Qin Shuyi's face was still hesitant, but his body blocked the door was not so firm.

Jiang Shu took a step forward, he subconsciously stepped back, and the stalemate was broken. Qin Shuyi finally turns around and takes him to the house.

He called softly: ”Nannan?”

Seems to be a response, heard from the bedroom of the movement.

Qin Shuyi said, ”she's in the bedroom.”

Jiang Jiu followed him to the door of the bedroom, and then walked in without hesitation.

In front of the world suddenly becomes bright, the top of the head is gray sky, the foot is muddy loess. Between the sky and the earth, the pouring rain never stops.

He went through a door into another world.

Jiang's steps did not hesitate, as if he had been aware of it. He heard the voices in the distance and went towards them.

There are rows of houses standing on the loess ground. These houses seem to be sketched out with simple strokes. They are very rough. People in the house look out through the window. Even on their flat faces, they can see the expression of sadness: ”when is the rain going to end?”

The woman peeped for a while and closed the window with a worried face. The window hanging upside down of sweep fine Niang is slightly shaking in the wind.

Jiang Gu fixed a look at it, and she grinned at him as if she were mocking and provoking.

Jiang Gu ignored it and went on.

This is a village. There are not many families. There are only about 40 or 50 families. There are so qingniang hanging upside down under the eaves and windows of every family. Across the room, Jiang can hear their worries and complaints. He got a lot of information from these complaints.

This paper man world is Hejia village. The time is about May and June. The rice in the field has just grown high, but there are continuous rainstorms in the sky. The rainstorm has been going on for half a month. The water level in the river rises sharply and the water in the field can't be pumped out. If it goes on like this, the rice in the field will be drowned.

Farmers who face the Loess and face the sky live on rice every year. When the rice is drowned, their hopes for the year are lost.

So every family hung up the broom, looking forward to the rain stopped as soon as possible.

But God didn't hear them praying. Jiang Jiu saw a tall male paper man stumble over. He even fell because of his slippery foot, but he didn't care to shout pain. He ran like crazy in the village, shouting: ”the river is going to burst, the river is going to burst!”

All the closed doors were opened, and the paper men, big and small, ran out of the house. The rain drenched their bodies, but they didn't feel it. The expression on their flat faces was extremely vivid, full of anxiety and fear that only living people have.

All the people gathered in the open space in the rain. The old village head came out with a crutch. He clubbed the crutch and said in a loud voice: ”men, take things with them and follow me to the embankment!”

So a group of male paper men went home and took all kinds of farm tools. Hula followed the village head to the riverbank.

Jiang Jiu saw a tall and thin paper man in the mixed crowd. He was totally different from other paper men. Even with farm tools, he had a straight back.

The men were busy by the river for a day and a night, loading sand and plugging the gap... All of them worked day and night, and finally blocked the gap that was about to burst the dike.

Thin paper body mixed with rain and sand, they did not fall down, have dragged tired home.

Jiang Jiu followed the thin and tall paper man and followed him home.

The house of the tall and thin paper man is at the end of the village. Compared with other houses that are very close to each other, this family is a little far away, standing alone on the edge of the village.

But soon a mother and daughter broke the lonely atmosphere. They opened the door and welcomed the man into the house with a happy smile on their face.

Especially the little paper man, she has a round face, big eyes, and two lovely blushes on her cheek. Looking at the man who came home, he was very happy and called ”Dad” in a clear voice.

The male paper man laughs, and his fatigue seems to be swept away. He picked up the little paper man and the family of three entered the room.

The little paper man's face was buried in his father's neck socket, but he suddenly raised his face when he closed the door. His dark and round eyes looked at Jiang Jiu, his bent mouth was even and straight, and his eyes were gloomy and venomous.

——In this village, no one else can see Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu didn't stop for this. He looked at it one by one.

Outside the rain has not stopped, as if it will never stop. But in such a tired night, one after another people quietly opened the door, and then the paper people came out and went to the biggest house in the village.

That's the village head's house.

Jiang Shu counted the number, and almost all the strong adults in the village arrived.

Except for the tall and thin man's family, they seemed to be isolated by the village.