The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

The dilapidated wooden door slammed shut, and the onlookers screamed "Whore" and "Whore" while twisting their buttocks to imitate Mrs. Bercy's ugly behavior.Several barefooted boys who were so dirty that they could not see their facial features disappeared in a flash. After 1 minutes, they led the panting little Alice back to the starting point: "Here's the money!"

It’s not that she didn’t expect the possibility of Belsy’s wife coming to make trouble. The mistake lies in ignoring the proprietress’s ability to act—the woman’s desire for money makes this woman so impatient, even if it’s just the three walnuts that may exist in the shadows. Dates could also tell her to risk everything, which little Alice could not comprehend.

Balance of payments, isn't it?

It seems that he still thinks too smart of the old woman.

"then!"

Throwing a few coins to the little leading party, the little girl kicked open the gate of her house, rushed in and kicked it back on.

With the door open, Belsie's wife said run away, close the door, at least to put her in the way.

The furniture was overturned, the living room was empty, and the sounds of cursing and arguing came from the attic.

Alice picked up the pointed poker that had once scared Fatty Bercy away again, and tiptoed to the attic.Mrs. Vergent collapsed and gasped outside her daughter's bedroom door. Big Alice's room door was open, and Mrs. Belsey kept throwing out her treasured books, throwing pages all over the floor.

The proprietress of the song and dance theater was only thinking about money, and she wished she could take down the wooden planks and take them away.Big Alice was shrunk into the closet by her and did not dare to come out, only the old woman could pour out two breaths and curse a few words from time to time.

"A bunch of shameless lowly women, you should go live in the huts of the homeless!"

She scolded while snatching, until she felt severe pain behind her, then she stopped and turned to look back in surprise.

Little Alice didn't even move her eyebrows, she turned the hollow rusty pipe in her hand and pushed it forward: "Mrs. Belsey, what are you doing? Burglary?"

Blood seeped out of the tattered lace lining, and Mrs. Belsey flew into a rage: "Little bitch! See if I don't kill you!"

Little Alice ran away.

However, the child was not as fast as the erupting adult. Before she ran downstairs to call for help, Mrs. Belsey caught up with her arm, lifted her up and threw her from the corner landing on the first and second floors into the living room.

The girl bumped into the corner of the fireplace, and the smell of blood instantly filled everyone's nostrils.This change startled Big Alice, who was secretly watching outside. Her mother's instincts allowed her to overcome her fear, roaring like an enraged lioness, rushing down to the attic, holding up a candlestick and beating madly on Mrs. Bercy's chest.

Mrs. Belsey has been able to shock the backstage of song and dance theaters for 30 to [-] years, so her strength should not be underestimated.

Mrs. Vergent was the last to come down, and she saw her daughter was beaten back with a water can, and her face was covered with blood.The granddaughter wanted to help, but unfortunately her thin arms and legs were useless.

"Let go of your dirty hands! You female bandit!"

In a moment of impatience, Mrs. Wilgent raised the last complete vase in the house and threw it at Mrs. Belsey head-on. After the crisp sound of bone cracking, the robber's arm stopped, and he slumped limply on the floor.

Almost everyone was bleeding, and no one could tell who belonged to the deeper and deeper stains on the floor.

"My God!"

Mrs. Vergent pulled her daughter away from Mrs. Bercy, and little Alice crawled over from the fireplace and touched her neck: "Dead..."

In terms of critical and serious injuries, [Cup]'s ability is not very effective.

Even when the matter developed to the most serious stage, she didn't show any panic expression on her face, she calmly accepted her fate and said to Mrs. Wilgent: "Call the police, it's no big deal. I'm a minor, At most, you will go to the juvenile detention center, you sell the house, and take the letter written by your mother and Father Denard to Frankfurt, the nursing home has already been arranged, and I hid a lot of money on the black market..."

The money was originally prepared for Mrs. Wilgent and Big Alice, but it was just used in advance.

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Wilgent slapped her granddaughter on the face, turned around and yelled at her, "It's all your fault, you little bastard, and your shameless father! Without you, my daughter would not have been bullied to such an extent! "

Big Alice flinched and whimpered, trying hard to hold little Alice in her arms to block her.

The girl lowered her head, and no one could clearly see her expression at this time.

"Go and cry to the police, little bastard." Mrs. Vergent wiped the red liquid dripping from her nose with the back of her hand, her cloudy eyes revealed a hint of madness—a girl who was charged with murder at the age of ten, Who dares to adopt in the future?Who dares to hire?

"Living is more painful than dying. I want you to bear the curse of blood relatives. If you can't die, you can't live well."

At this moment, Mrs. Wilgent was sober as never before.

If someone had to stand up and take responsibility for Mrs Belsey's death, it was she and not little Alice who was responsible for all the crimes.This is not out of pity or family affection, it is a calculated conclusion—even if she is the biological mother, she will not be able to take better care of the crazy big Alice than her granddaughter.As for putting the blame on the crazy Big Alice?Not to mention whether the police will believe that a lunatic who killed someone by accident is [-]% going to enter St. Elizabeth...

Just like a lemming who will take the initiative to make room for her offspring when she reaches her age, she is not completely free of concerns in this world, but she has nothing to do, so she has to rely on the judgment brought by the shallow knowledge bestowed by life.

"Grandmother?"

Little Alice's voice was finally a little more age-appropriate, and her purple eyes were full of fear.She chirped softly, like a baby bird trying to seek shelter from its caretaker.

"I told you not to call my grandmother!" She cut off the girl roughly, pushed her a few times, and squeezed Mrs. Belsey's gradually stiff hand, and the sharp ceramic fragments cut it into flesh and blood: "You know how to deal with it." The police said, if you don’t want to go in and get beaten again, please be smart.”

"Don't be like this, I don't care about that, you know, I don't care at all, it's nothing more than..."

It was nothing more than a few years of prison life, and she was even more worried that no one would be able to take care of her crazy mother outside after she went in.

Little Alice wanted to stop Mrs. Wilgent's actions, but Big Alice hugged her too tightly, as if she had never been favored by fate, and she was not allowed to leave even a little bit.

"Also, don't be so stupid as my Alice, pinning everything on men."

She had never acted so swiftly in her life. The old woman fell down, blood gushing out from the side of her neck.

"...I'm sorry, Mrs. Vergent." Little Alice was held tightly in the arms of Big Alice, and she stretched out her hand not knowing how to help her.The black rough pottery cup appeared in the palm of the hand, and the clear mountain spring drenched the wound—but it was useless, the old woman was determined to go, and she was not moved by her granddaughter's persuasion.

She died, and before she took her last breath, her chaotic pupils, like a whirlpool, followed Alice's long golden hair, and the latter's biggest reaction was nothing more than long weeping, alarming the neighbors.

Neighbors who stretched out their ears and waited for melons to eat melons heard that something was wrong, and came out one after another to surround the door of Wilgent's house.Under the auspices of Father Denard, the dilapidated door was pushed open, and everyone covered their mouths and screamed in shock—the living room of the Wilgent family was almost soaked in blood, and the tragedy was like hell.

The police dispatched as soon as they received the alarm, and it was Little Alice's old friend Sergeant LaMarque who came to the door.When he arrived at the scene, he saw that the living room of Wilgent's house was smashed to pieces, the floor was covered with blood, and Big Alice was holding her daughter and howling loudly, no matter what, she refused to let go.

Of course, the forensic doctor also came, and this gentleman who is very good at guessing his partner's mind gave the answer after the examination: "Mrs. Belsey accidentally punctured Mrs. Vergent's neck vessel, and Mrs. Vergent accidentally smashed Bell Mrs. West's frontal bone. Given that the house title deed signed and signed by Wilgent was in the latter's pocket, and there were other eyewitnesses to prove the fact that Mrs. Bercy broke into Mrs. Wilgent's house and committed murder, it is obvious that the respectable Wilgent The wife had to dispute with the former in order to protect her own property from infringement, and in the end both parties lost."

The wounds of Mrs. Vergent and Mrs. Belsey do not conform to the forensic explanation no matter how they look at it. The only possibility is that they have been moved and deliberately put on a logical posture.

Little Alice was covered in blood, with her head down, not looking at anyone.There were too many flaws in the hastily arranged scene. It was the first time for her to do this kind of thing by herself, and it was in this kind of environment, so she was inevitably flustered.

"It seems that the two of them can only go to Satan to seek arbitration from the devil."

Sheriff Lamarck said a joke that wasn't funny at all. After looking around, he had to admit that the Wilgent family really couldn't squeeze out much money, so it was better to move to the inheritance left by the Bercy couple.

This is why the forensic doctor will insist that Mrs. Belsey and Mrs. Vergent died together under the circumstances of doubt - the police have the right to search the criminal's hiding place. As for what was added or missing during the search... Anyway, the criminal Already dead, and there is no legal heir under his name, it can be said that this injection of money is safe and secure.

As "victims", does the Wilgent family dare to say "no"?

People with no brain problems would not jump out and grab the shit bowl and put it on their head right now.

As expected, little Alice kept her mouth shut, and no one questioned her, she just curled up in her mother's arms and remained silent.She knew the police would be more eager than anyone else to get everything done and not have to keep messing things up.Seeing the victim being so upbeat, Sergeant LaMarque actually felt a little bit of relief in his heart—it seems that it is a good thing that the child is tight-lipped, so as to save him from trying to "clean up the aftermath".

Three people were killed before and after, this is not a small case.

After careful search (search) by the police, all the evidence shows that Mr. Bercy not only changed the song and dance theater into a "nightclub" that should be heavily taxed, but also evaded a heinous amount of taxes on this basis. In addition, he was also involved in many crimes such as fraud, theft, and human trafficking, which can be said to be too numerous to book.

Excluding gold and silver deposits and valuables, the house and song and dance theater owned by the Bercy couples were auctioned off at the speed of light.Part of the proceeds goes to the city hall to repair infrastructure, such as the flood bridge without railings that caused the tragedy, and the old church that always rolls a rock or two and delays traffic at critical moments.The other part of the income naturally belongs to the hard-working police station. Sergeant Lamarck, who wanted to make a difference, got the chance to be promoted as he wished. The chief actually instructed him to be ready to welcome the distinguished guests from the United States at any time!

Although the destination of the distinguished guests was Kloster Street rather than the police station or the city hall, the old priest Denard recommended it well. The seniors should always give more opportunities to young people who want to make progress.

So far, the deaths of the Bercy couple have come to a successful conclusion in an extremely absurd way.

The city hall is satisfied, Father Denard is satisfied, the police chief is satisfied, the Wilgent family is "satisfied", and the neighbors who have eaten a big melon are even more satisfied-there will be nothing to worry about in the next three to five years!