C11 (1/2)

When his father was alive, he was good at handling matters and did not have any enemies. In the end, he died a horrible death. It was unbearable, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not figure out who had killed him. The mother sobbed and called the police. When the police arrived, they surveyed the scene and then found me to interrogate.

This was because they had determined the exact time of death for their father. At that time, I was at home. Isn't this nonsense? All I can do is lie on the bed and recuperate, I can't get out of bed at all. If I don't stay at home, where else can I go?

A police officer asked, ”Jin Shi, are you awake from five in the afternoon until eight in the evening?”

I said, ”I can't sleep every afternoon and evening. I'm reading a book. Of course I'm awake!”

The policeman asked, ”What are you reading?”

I said, ”I'm looking at How the Killer Makes It!” He picked up a thick book on the bedside table and handed it over as proof.

The policeman flipped through the book and raised his head. He frowned and looked at me with a peculiar gaze. ”Why are you reading these books?”

I said, ”It's nothing, just killing time!”

The policeman asked me, ”How did you feel about your father's death?”

I couldn't stop crying as I choked with sobs. ”It's really sad. I feel as if the sky has fallen on my head!”

Next, the police searched my yard. He found a bloodstained dagger in the henhouse. As if he had found a treasure, he carefully put away the dagger in a plastic bag and confidently said to his mother: ”Relax, we will soon be able to solve this case! You have to be patient and wait for our news! ”

Mother asked: ”Then what about my family's Da Laozhu's corpse? What do I do with it? ”

The policeman said, ”Buy a coffin and put it away. There is no need for an autopsy. At a glance, you can tell that the victim died with a knife to her throat!”

By the time the police left, it was late, past one in the morning. My mother did not sleep in her bedroom. They drove away the villagers who had come to watch the show. They had a discussion in the courtyard. It was decided to carry my father's body to a bed and place it in the main room. I'll buy a coffin when it's daylight.

After the clan had left, I heard my mother in the hall crying for a while. Then he heard the door close again. She came to my room and sat by my bed. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she could not stop her tears.

I shook my head. ”No, I don't have a dog! It did not call out during the day! ”

His mother asked again, ”Where are your eldest sister and Little Sister?”

I said: ”I was called away by my grandfather to serve your great-grandmother! I don't know what's going on with Granny Gao now, but she's taking a bath every day! ”

The mother said angrily, ”These two are really forcing girls to be raised for nothing. Even after their own father died, they still didn't know how to come here. Your grandpa is really something. Your father is dead, but he still hasn't come to visit! All of his attention was focused on the Blind Old Woman. I really wonder what kind of treasure the Blind Old Woman gave him! ”

I advised, ”Mother, you should go to bed early. It's already three in the morning. When the sun rises, we still have to be in charge of my father's funeral! ”

Mother cried, ”I'm not going back to the living room. Seeing your father's corpse, I can't take it anymore. And a little scared! I'll go to the East Room to sleep. ”

After my mother left, I switched off the light. He slowly shifted his body and endured the pain, changing his sitting posture to lying down. He stared at the darkness in front of him, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He thought of the second red Silk Bag that had been opened. He remembered the contents of the slip of paper inside clearly: 15th of the eighth month of the year 2006, Jin Da Zhu Mo.

And now his father was dead. The date of death is the date of the note. But I didn't kill my father with my own hands. Could it be that the red Silk Bag's prediction was half wrong?

Unknowingly, I fell into a daze. He heard movement. It was the sound of footsteps. His consciousness immediately cleared up a lot as he listened attentively. The sound of footsteps came from within the living room. Who went into the room where the bodies were kept? Could it be that his mother found it hard to suppress her grief and went to see his father again?