C17 (1/2)

As soon as she said that, the sound of her mother knocking on the door disappeared. Suddenly, the lights in the yard went out. I pulled on the light cord tied to the headboard. The light bulb didn't respond.

Through the window, I asked my mother, who was standing in the yard, ”Mother, what did you see?” She didn't see him, so she lit a candle and used the lid as a gong. Then, she used her wooden mallet to knock on the pot. The sound was so loud that it shook the heavens. He did not forget to scold loudly, ”Which unfilial grandson was killed by a thousand men? Get lost!” The heavens have taken you in! ”

He really didn't say it. At this moment, the sky darkened. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky darkened considerably. With another boom, thunder rumbled in the sky. Then the rain began to fall rapidly, and the candles were extinguished. Mother stopped beating the gong and ran back into the hall. After a long time, when I couldn't hear the door anymore, I felt relieved. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

He slept until daybreak. It was already clear outside. The golden sunlight shone through the window. It made me feel much better. Sitting up from the bed, he put on his clothes one by one and shouted out the window, ”Mother, have you finished cooking?” When he heard the door open, he heard his mother's reply, ”Not yet! I only got up last night after a hard night! ”

So I picked up a book. It was still the 'How did a Killer Mastered' book. The owner of the book was an honest young man, but his ears were growing deaf and unable to be cured. He was finally completely deaf.

His family told him that he couldn't afford to go to a deaf and dumb school to learn the language. In fact, it was his parents who didn't want to pay and didn't want to bother with him anymore, thinking that he had lost his value. He had no one to talk to and spent his days in a room. His heart became more and more gloomy, and his mind also became more and more gloomy. First, he used a trick to kill his family to build up his courage. After that, he wandered into society and had to kill one person every day.

I haven't seen the end of my master. However, since the country was able to publish such books, it meant that the murderer would definitely end up being punished by the law. Several times I wept for the owner of the book. I understand his situation, his loneliness, his despair, his anger.

cried the mother suddenly. I shuddered. After she entered the kitchen, she found blood in the pot. It had quite a bit of health, and there was actually half a pot in it. It was extremely viscous, and after stirring it with chopsticks, it looked just like paint. I say, is it blood? Don't be a red blender anymore. Mother said the smell was strong. Bring a bowl to me and let me smell it. The stench was disgusting.

”Whose son of a b * tch did this!?” Pour the really unclean stuff into my wok! How can this pot be used! ” Mother was so angry that her mouth was crooked.

”Pour the blood into the pot and wash it properly! ”Use sand and dirt to polish and apply more detergent!” ”No,” I said.

”NO!” I want to call the police! This half pot of blood could not be ignored. What if it was someone's blood! There might not be so much blood left on a person! ” Mother said.

The police came. It's the police from our local police station. As soon as they entered the house, someone said, ”This family even called the police! Their family has been through a lot of things lately!” When her mother heard him, she went to him and said, ”What else could it be? Who would have thought!” He then took the two policemen to the kitchen to have a look.

I heard a policeman say, ”Sister-in-law, did someone buy your family some pig's blood and hide it from you?”

”Who would buy us pig's blood!?” Furthermore, isn't the pig's blood that I bought all in one piece!? ” Mother said.

Another policeman said, ”Take a bottle from your house, pack some of this blood, and let us take it back to the lab. ”Let's see what kind of blood it is!”

So Mother found a bottle of wine, filled half the jar with sticky blood from the pot, and gave it to the policeman. Then she asked, ”Where are the rest of the blood going?”

”It fell!” He couldn't possibly cook it and eat it, right? Do you dare to eat it? ” the policeman said.

”Don't eat around, what if some girl is having a period while squatting in your pot?” another policeman teased.

After the police had left, my mother came up to my bed and mumbled, ”The police in our village are incomparable to the police in the city. They don't have any quality at all. Saying something makes people want to slap their lips!”

After some thought, my mother decided to pour the blood into the trash pit to the south of the village. They felt that it was bad luck for them to fall at home.