hello little angel

On the day of Li Yang's burial, the villagers carried the coffin around Changshui Village, and scattered paper money all over the place.

The old lady of the Li family walked in the forefront, but within a few days, the originally hale and hearty old lady had turned into a wrinkled skin.She held the portrait of Li Yang with her withered fingers, and her disheveled white hair was hidden in the linen.

All the men and women in the village followed the mourning procession, and the ignorant children excitedly stole paper money from bamboo baskets and slipped them into their jackets.

But this did not include Yan Shizhi, nor did it include two outsiders, Chao Xingyu and Jiang Feng, who just stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched the mournful parade in silence.

The old lady of the Li family buried her head in distress all the way, with a haggard face, only when Jiang Feng and Chao Xingyu passed by, a cold light of hatred shot out of her blue and white eyes, like an old ghost from hell.

Zhao Xingyu was stunned by that gaze.

"Don't think too much." Yan Shizhi was beside him, his eyes were calm: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"I know." Chao Xingyu's voice was soft, a little depressed.

The shadow brought about by this funeral gradually faded as there were no clues about the murderer.A few days after Li Yang's burial, the village chief organized an open-air movie screening for everyone in the village to watch.

On the day of the movie, Chao Xingyu just casually talked to Yan Shizhi at the dinner table, and he never thought of letting Yan Shizhi accompany him.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shizhi offered to go.

So at 07:30 in the evening, Chao Xingyu pushed Yan Shizhi, and after double-checking that the door was locked, the two walked to the place where the movie was shown.

When they arrived, the open-air screening room was already full of people.All men, women and children in the village carried their own small benches, bamboo fans or several bags of melon seed snacks in their hands, and surrounded the movie screen in a noisy manner.

It was already the beginning of summer at this time, and the place where the crowd gathered was already stuffy, Chao Xingyu was happy to cool off, so he pushed Yan Shizhi and stopped outside the crowd.

"It's so far away, can you see clearly?" Yan Shizhi asked.I also saw that he had moved a few non-slip stones from nowhere and placed them firmly on the back of his wheelchair.

Chao Xingyu wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, stepped on the big stone beside him, his red face glowed softly under the dim projection lamp.

"It's okay, my eyes are fine." He replied.

Before the movie screening started, the head of Changshui Village stood in front of the screen.This was the first time Chao Xingyu met the so-called "village head".He had heard about the old village chief from Wu Guixiang. At the age of 29, he took over the duties of the village chief from his father. He worked diligently and conscientiously for 30 years.

The old man had a walking stick, but he didn't feel weak when he walked, instead, his feet were windy, there was still muscle under the wrinkled and yellow skin, and a pair of long and narrow eyes shone brightly—this was an extremely capable old man .

While listening to the village chief's speech, Chao Xingyu waved his hands to drive away the flower mosquitoes around his legs.

"Come here, come closer to me. I don't attract mosquitoes."

Yan Shizhi saw his fingers scratching a piece of white skin, and the red marks left scalded his eyes.

Chao Xingyu approached him dubiously, and found that he really didn't get bitten by mosquitoes anymore.

Yan Shizhi looked at his eyes that were shining with joy, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.He spread his legs on the wheelchair, leaving a space in the middle, and said softly, "Sit here."

Imagining the scene of the two sitting together, Zhao Xingyu felt that it was not very good.

"It's nothing to mind." Yan Shizhi patted his stiff thigh, and he lowered his eyebrows: "If you don't feel something, you can treat it as two pieces of wood."

"Or are you disgusted?"

"No dislike!" Chao Xingyu defended.That's right, since he didn't feel it anyway, it wouldn't hurt to sit down... Thinking of this, he carefully sat down.

Yan Shizhi leaned back, putting his hands on the handles on both sides of the wheelchair.Chao Xingyu folded his knees, straightened his back, and sat in front of him somewhat cautiously, paying attention not to touch Yan Shizhi's legs.

The air was a bit stuffy, and Zhao Xingyu's warm flesh could faint on Yan Shizhi's body through his clothes.

The movie begins.

The film is very old, and it is the type that Chao Xingyu has never seen.Even so, the actor's funny lines and exaggerated acting skills still made Chao Xingyu and the villagers laugh together.

Yan Shizhi took out a few pieces of corn candy from his pocket and gave them to him.Due to the temperature, the sugar body melted a little, sticking to the transparent packaging sticky.

Chao Xingyu concentrated on watching the movie, the two dimples he smiled were soft and obedient, he tilted his head, and put the candy into his mouth with Yan Shizhi's hand.

For the rest, he stretched out a red tip of his tongue, and licked the remaining half-melted malt syrup naturally.

The touch of the fingertips is soft and moist.

Yan Shizhi's breathing was stagnant, and he stared at Chao Xingyu's clean and white back of his neck, dark waves seemed to surge in his eyes.

*

After listening to his wife's words, Lao Wu finished feeding the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs in his yard, and then went to the place where the movie was shown with a pipe in his mouth.

No, more than half of the movie was played, and people were sitting together laughing and laughing, but his wife's voice came from the front, which made it difficult for him to pass through the crowd directly, so he had to go around and sneak in from the back of the movie. past.

The venue for the film was chosen to be in a barren field, and behind the film was a field of cowpea.The cowpea vine trellis was set up high, and Lao Wu squeezed through it sideways, and he had to be careful not to step on the crops, so he could only listen to the crowd's hilarity to identify the direction.

"Ho-ho--"

In the constant laughter of the crowd, there was a strange voice.

"Ho-ho--"

It's like the panting of a beast, and it's like the creaking of an old exhaust fan.

Old Wu instantly became vigilant, his muscles tensed instinctively, and he tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

The familiar smell of blood rushed to his face, even pulling him back to the night when Li Yang's body was found.

Cut open the eyes-obstructing cowpea leaves, behind the huge movie screen, lay a man covered in blood, with wide-open eyes twitching and panting constantly.

There was only a thin layer of fabric separating him from the laughter of the crowd.

Old Wu's pipe fell to the ground.He walked to the man's side, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to press the open knife on the side of his neck.The flesh and blood were boiling hot, and Old Wu's mind was almost blank. He trembled: "Who..."

The man's gaze had already gone, and the only thing he could utter was the panting sound of "ho ho". In less than half a minute, even this terrible panting was exhausted along with his blood.

Old Wu's whole body was tense, and his complexion was pitch black.

He picked up the dry tobacco on the ground and took a puff with shaking hands--not out of fear, but out of anger.

He took off his gown, covered the corpse's head, and calmly walked out from behind the screen and walked into the crowd.

Wu Guixiang was enjoying watching, when suddenly she saw her old Wu coming out from behind the screen, and hurriedly said hello: "Here! Old Wu, sit down quickly, it will be over soon!"

"Ah..." Lao Wu passed by her without stopping, "I have something to do, you can go back with others later, don't go alone."

Wu Guixiang looked at him suspiciously, and finally let him go.

Jiang Feng was chewing the tobacco he brought from Old Wu's house, watching movies and shaking his legs out of boredom.He was standing, extremely conspicuous from the crowd, and also conspicuous, was the sharp-eyed Old Wu walking towards him.

"What happened?" Jiang Feng immediately straightened his back, his face became serious.

"Liu Shu is dead." Old Wu lowered his voice.

Liu Shu.Jiang Feng had seen the man who followed him and looked at him every day after Li Yang's incident.

"Where are the people?"

"Just behind the screen, someone chopped off his neck..." Old Wu gritted his teeth: "Reporter Jiang, in the photos you showed me earlier, is there anyone you suspect?"

Old Wu's hands hanging by his side were trembling.

Jiang Feng lowered his eyebrows, rolled his Adam's apple, and remained silent.

The crowd burst into laughter again, and Old Wu's voice was a little louder, and he growled in a suppressed voice: "Officer Jiang!"

Jiang Feng was taken aback.

The air around the two froze.In fact, Old Wu didn't have much confidence in his guess. He just noticed that Jiang Feng's words and deeds gave off a sense of aura that didn't look like a reporter, especially his reaction to Li Yang's incident.

Although he had an idea, Old Wu didn't dare to draw conclusions lightly. It wasn't until this moment that he frankly and tentatively confessed that Jiang Feng's reaction made him really sure.

Jiang Feng is not a reporter, but a policeman.

"Tsk." Jiang Feng smacked his lips and turned his head to spit out the bitter tobacco. He looked at Old Wu with serious eyes: "This is not a good place to talk, go out first."

Now that it happened, he didn't need to hide it from Old Wu anymore.

The police station in the city sent him here to investigate the missing persons case that happened in Changshui Village, but Jiang Feng really did not expect the two murder cases after that.

Things are getting more and more troublesome...

Here, Chao Xingyu turned his head as if feeling something, just in time to see Jiang Feng and Lao Wu hurriedly leave the crowd and flee into the darkness.

problem occurs.

"Brother Yan, wait for me here, I'll go to the bathroom." He got up and was about to leave.

Yan Shizhi grabbed his wrist and clasped it backwards on his leg.

Chao Xingyu couldn't break free, and asked doubtfully, "Brother Yan?"

"come back quickly."

Yan Shizhi raised his eyes and paused every word.

*

[Xiao Yu, it's too dark and dangerous, let's go back first. 】The system worried.

Chao Xingyu ran along the direction Jiang Feng and the two left, and his sight was not very clear in the dark night.

"They looked very anxious...something must have happened." Zhao Xingyu stopped to catch his breath, "System, do you smell anything?"

【Um?This system doesn't have that function yet~] The system is a little embarrassed.

"Seems to be……"

In the silence under the moon, the wind blows across the fields, rustling the plants.

Chao Xingyu sniffed hard, his delicate eyebrows frowned: "The smell of blood."

Keenly looking at the place with the strongest smell, there is a corn field next to it. The tall corn branches hang down withered and yellow. When the wind blows, the leaves cross and shake.

Zhao Xingyu swallowed his saliva, and looked closer, in the gap between leaves, there was chaotic darkness, and...

A pair of slightly reflective, human eyes!

Someone is hiding in the cornfield and looking at him!

Chao Xingyu's back was numb, and he was covered in goosebumps.He rushed in without hesitation, and the man was also startled, turning his head and running deeper into the ground.

Under the pale moonlight, the corn field was very noisy, from one end to the other, until two figures rushed out one after the other, trampled to death many crops along the field, and chased to the river.

July is the flood season in Changshui Village. The river is dark and cold at night, and the bottom is invisible. Only the rushing water collides, forming one whirlpool after another.

"Where did you go..." Zhao Xingyu's chest heaved quickly, he couldn't get to Changshui Village, and now he even lost his bearings.

The man lured him here on purpose.

He was standing by the river at the moment, with fine mud and rocks under his feet.Chao Xingyu sensed danger, and wanted to back away—a pair of hands stretched out from the darkness touched half of his body, and the man pushed hard, and before Zhao Xingyu even had time to turn his head, he lost his balance and followed the direction The force fell to the river bank.

[Little rain! 】

The legs soaked in the icy river had just run violently, Zhao Xingyu wanted to swing them, but he had no strength whatsoever.

The river covered his head, and he looked at the river bank from the water, only to see a distorted and blurred figure.

"Well……"

It was difficult to breathe, the nasal cavity was forced into the river water, and Chao Xingyu's throat and lungs were burning hot due to choking...

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

"boom!"

When he was on the verge of death, there was a loud sound of falling water in his ears.

Chao Xingyu's consciousness was almost blurred, but his hand that was gradually losing strength was tightly held by someone, and then his back was picked up by a powerful arm and protected.

He leaned against the visitor's broad chest, his wet eyelashes clumped together pitifully like the feathers of a bird in the rain.

The soft cheeks were held, covered with shadows, and his lips were covered with the temperature of another person.

Cold, rough, and familiar.

He heard someone leaning against his ear, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chao Xingyu resumed his breathing, raised his eyes to see him, and finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

*

After the movie screening ended, the villagers had no choice but to leave one after another even if they still had something to say.

Wu Guixiang carried her small bench and left with other women in the village.

"Huh?" One of the women pointed to the big stone with some surprise: "How can there be such a thing here? Is there anyone in the village with disabilities?"

Wu Guixiang looked in the direction she pointed, and there was an empty wooden wheelchair in the hazy darkness.

In the middle of the wheelchair, there are still a few opened or unopened corn candies that are about to melt.

The author has something to say: It’s too cheap for you!