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Xu Zhen was awakened by a fierce barking of a dog.
She sat up in the dark, touched the top covering the outer layer of the quilt, put it on casually, stood up, stepped on her shoes and turned on the light in the room. The dogs outside kept barking, and vague quarrels and children's cries could be heard in the distance. Quickly putting on her shoes and running to the window, Xu Zhen carefully opened a corner of the curtain. The hot breath she exhaled created a white mist on the edge of the glass window, which quickly disappeared.
??It rained in the mountains during the day, and the night above Kowloon Village became cleaner and clearer, like a river of stars. Lights were turned on in several houses near and far, and Xu Zhen vaguely saw several figures moving towards the fish pond. Dogs barked through the night sky, and crying and quarreling continued. She turned around and lifted the door bolt of the room. As soon as she stepped into the main hall, she saw that the door on the opposite side was also pushed open. Cheng Ou hurriedly got out of the room, also neatly dressed.
Before going to bed, Li Wanhui had already tidied up the back room. Xu Zhen and Cheng Ou were able to live separately that night, but they still slept together in separate clothes to prevent any unexpected accidents. Their eyes collided, and she subconsciously spoke first: "What happened?"
"A fight?" Cheng Ou scratched his head, his eyes still turning towards the door, his tone uncertain.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door from outside and said in a lowered voice: "Reporter Xu? Reporter Cheng?"
Recognizing the voice of Li Wanhui, Xu Zhen exchanged glances with Cheng Ou, then stepped forward to remove the bolt and opened the door: "Teacher Li¡ª¡ª"
Li Wanhui got into the house, closed the door behind him, and looked up to find that Cheng Ou was also in the main hall, "Did I wake you all up?"
"What's the noise outside?" Cheng Ou buttoned up his coat and asked him with a raised brow.
Li Wanhui frowned anxiously and opened his mouth. Li Wanhui seemed to want to complain about something, but in the end he endured it and only said: "Fang Dehua and Yangyang's mother started fighting."
"Why did the fight suddenly start?"
"I told the director today that you might also want to talk to Yangyang's mother during the interview" Li Wanhui explained vaguely, "The director said hello to the Fang family, but Fang Dehua felt that Yangyang's mother was responsible for this matter. Get up, Yangyang's mother argued for a few words, and then" His eyes dodge and he didn't say any more.
She glanced at Cheng Ou quietly, and Xu Zhen happened to catch his eye. They all knew about the attack on police officers in the village last month. At that time, the matter not only alerted the city's criminal police team, but also alerted the armed police. The source of the conflict was that villagers bribed abducted women and children. The village cadres were dismissed afterwards. With the lessons learned from the past, the new village director took office and was more wary of outsiders.
Xu Zhen thought for a while, then turned her questioning eyes to Li Wanhui: "Then do we also want to persuade him? In the end, this matter is what we asked for, otherwise we will explain it"
Shaking his head hastily, he waved his hand: "Reporter Xu, please don't go. Fang Dehua usually beats people regardless of gender, and he drank some wine today" Then he stopped and looked at Cheng Ou, "Can reporter Cheng come and help pull it off? We still need to make it clear, otherwise this matter will never end"
Cheng Ou fastened the last button, "Okay, let's go."
The two men hurried out into the night, Li Wanhui's steps were particularly hurried. In the dim light at night, they took a shortcut, stepped on the ridges of the fields that had been drained of water, and staggered towards the fish pond. Xu Zhen stood at the door and stared for a while, then followed him from a distance.
Several new fish ponds have been dug in Kowloon Village, and the water in several paddy fields has not been drained. Although the location had been confirmed during the day, there was insufficient light at night, so Xu Zhen still did not dare to take a small road like Li Wanhui and others. She only used the light of the neighboring house and turned on the lighting of her mobile phone to take the main road in front of the house.
Many villagers were awakened by the noise outside. Some people stuck their heads out of the window and cursed, while others walked out of their homes and craned their necks to watch. She passed by quietly holding up her cell phone, and no one paid attention to her. Li Wanhui lived not far from the largest chicken shed in the village. She smelled the smell of poultry feces not long after walking. Faintly seeing the shadow of the chicken shed, Xu Zhen was about to go around a pile of debris when she stepped on a long branch. The branch did not break, but she heard a "click" sound of something breaking next to her.
Xu Zhen was startled, and in the blink of an eye she saw someone rushing over to her and hugging her arm!
"Help me out, please help me out" The trembling female voice was crying. The person kept pulling Xu Zhen's arm, her whole body was trembling, but her nails were so hard that they seemed to dig into her flesh and blood, "I I am not from their village, I was bought, please save me, please, please"
Throwing away the mobile phone in her hand, Xu Zhen grabbed the man's wrist. If she hadn't heard clearly the call for help with a slight local accent, she would have almost thrown her out subconsciously. slightly colderWhen Yang Qian was pulled by the collar and raised his head, he could see the world in front of him clearly again. He saw Zhao Yichen's face. This man was dripping with water all over, and veins appeared on his forehead. River water also seeped into the bleeding wounds on his head and around his mouth. His fists were holding Yang Qian's collar, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were bulging. Even if he was gasping for air, he seemed to be able to tear him to pieces at any time.
"Did you kill Xu Han?" Yang Qian heard him ask himself.
The deep voice was restrained with all its strength, but it still had a vibrato tone.
Did he jump down after him? Yang Qian looked into his eyes and thought. So, he's not dead either?
Yang Qian suddenly felt ironic. It was so ironic that he couldn't help but laugh.
He coughed and laughed. He raised his chin and almost died from laughter.
"Who told you?" He squeezed out the sound in his throat with a mocking smile, and his abdomen began to feel dull pain, "Shan Shan? Did she speak?"
Reaching out to push his head to the cobblestone ground, Zhao Yichen grabbed his neck with one hand and stared at his face expressionlessly with red eyes. Zhao Yichen's mind was very confused. He remembered Zhao Xishan's appearance when he cried and said his first words. He remembered what Qin Yan said. His arms and hands were shaking.
"Tell the truth." He looked straight at Yang Qian and tightened the fingers around his neck little by little, "Tell me."
Yang Qian smiled nervously. He laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, as if he was about to suffocate. But he suddenly stopped laughing, suddenly raised his body, and lifted Zhao Yichen down. "I was the one who killed him! I killed him with my own hands!" The moment he stood up, Yang Qian pulled out the dagger from his pocket. He used his last strength to rush forward and stabbed Zhao Yichen with the dagger in his hand, "That selfish man The one who rides on the grass of thousands of people is the one I killed!"
Zhao Yichen¡¯s legs, which were bruised when he fell into the water, couldn¡¯t exert any strength for a moment. Zhao Yichen turned over to avoid the sharp blade that struck him. His hands brushed against the sharp pebbles beside the pebbles on the shore, and two blood marks were drawn on his palms.
At that moment, he remembered Hu Jiaying's face. That face had long been blurred in his mind and could not be seen clearly.
The dagger in his hand flew into the air and plunged deeply into the mud. Yang Qian let go of it and rushed towards Zhao Yichen again.
"What kind of treasure do you think you got?! Huh?!" He grabbed Zhao Yichen's neck and roared wildly, the sound was deafening, "That's Xu Han - Xu Han! He was shot at the age of six Bao Qi, Xu Han, who was licking that thing at the age of seven!"
Zhao Yichen grabbed his hand and remembered Hu Jiaying's eyebrows and Hu Jiaying's eyes. Her facial features appeared so clearly before his eyes, and he even remembered the way she looked at him. Her eyes don't like to smile. Dark and deep. There were deeper shadows within that blackness, pressing under her eyes, suppressing the emotions she should have had.
Yang Qian¡¯s crazy voice struck his eardrums.
"Does she feel comfortable serving you? Ah? Do you know why? Familiarity - what makes perfect -"
Zhao Yichen remembered the way she smiled at him with a clear face. He remembered those eyes that didn't smile often, but were always smiling at him. When she smiled, her eyes lit up.
He turned over hard and knocked Yang Qian down. Zhao Yichen sat down on his lap again and punched him in the face.
The fists hit the flesh and bones. He heard a muffled sound, and the bones in his hand seemed to be vibrating. But Zhao Yichen didn't stop his fists. With red eyes, he used all his strength to punch the man in front of him one punch after another, as if he had forgotten all other movements and all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
He remembered her stunned look when she first saw him.
He remembered that she gave him the newly bought pen, and smiled a little silly.
He remembered the way she lowered her head to hold his dirty feet and trimmed his nails with her eyes lowered seriously.
The face of the man in front of him was blurred by the mist, and his voice had long been lost. Dimly, Zhao Yichen saw his face covered in blood. But his fist still didn't stop. The bloody fist hit the bloody face, and red collided with red, causing his fist to hurt.
He remembered her stiff body every time he hugged her.
He remembered the night of June 4, 2000, when she held back her trembling in the darkness, sobbing and hugging his back tightly.
He hated that his fist did not weigh a thousand pounds. He hated them for hurting her, taking her away, killing her.
He hated himself for not discovering it earlier, and he hated himself for not being able to save her.
Someone put up his arm and tried to drag him away from the dying Yang Qian.
"Zhao Yichen! Zhao Yichen!" The man kept roaring in his ear, "If you hit me again, you will die! If you hit me again, you will die!"
Zhao Yichen seemed to be unable to hear or see anything.
He remembered that he told Hu Jiaying that night that he would protect her and be good to her.
She hugged him and said, she remembered.
She remembered it all her life and asked him for help until her death.
I prayed to him for help until my death. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??Hu Jiaying, he will protect her and be good to her.
She hugged him and said, she remembered.
She remembered it all her life and asked him for help until her death.
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