Wu Cuiling's voice came from the room, with a slight sob, "No need..."
Huang single raised his eyebrows.
The method of exclusion is the simplest and rude. Both Wang Yuemei and He Wei are dead, and only Wu Cuiling, Zhang Yingying, and Chen Jinhua are left. The murderer is among the three.
Huang Dan did not say more.
When he entered the house, the smell of smoke was stronger than when he left, and Kaoru couldn't open his eyes.
Li Gen was still leaning against the head of the bed, in the previous posture, his eyes were half closed, his entire face was covered by the smoke, but the sadness pierced through the smoke, making people panic.
Huang Dan blew the porridge, handed it over and said, "Brother, be careful with the heat."
Li Gen pushed away the bowl in front of him.
Unprepared, Huang Dan's hand shook, and some of the porridge in the bowl fell on his hand.
At that moment, he cried in pain, the bowl fell on the mat unable to hold it, the porridge was hot, steaming, and sprinkled everywhere.
A string in Li Gen's brain was pulled, he quickly extinguished the cigarette, dragged the young man to the kitchen, and pressed the other's scalded hand into the water tank.
Huang Dan hissed, and the burning pain subsided a little. At this time, he was already sweating profusely, and his face was covered with tears.
Li Gen wiped the young man's tears with his other hand, his lips pursed tightly.
Seeing the man go out, Huang Dan quickly came back, crushed an unknown grass, and smeared the juice on a piece of his red skin, "Brother, don't be sad."
Li Gen's voice was hoarse, "No, brother can't do it."
Huang Dan said, "Auntie, what is she going to do at night?"
Li Gen lowered his eyes, "Let's put it in the hall."
When Huang Dan saw the man was about to leave, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, but he didn't stay. He used the scalded hand, and it hurt again.
Li Gen didn't say anything.
The grass was scalded, and Huang Dan's hands were not blistered. He ate two bowls of porridge by himself, brushed the pot, and squatted in the courtyard to think about the problem.
His squatting legs were numb, and Huang Dan couldn't come up with an accurate answer. He went to Zhang Yingxiong's house and found that the lights were off.
It's not good to wake people up so late.
Huang Dan wandered around in front of the door and went back to Li Gen.
The moon on the fifteenth is sixteen, and tonight is sixteen. The moon hanging high in the night sky is round and big, as if it fell on the treetops, and every grass and tree in the village can be seen clearly.
Huang Dan is not afraid of ghosts.
But thinking of how Wang Yuemei was stuffed in the chicken coop and her body folded, he was walking in the village alone, smelling the wafting grass, earth, and a hint of chicken excrement, and he felt a little hairy.
There was a faint sound from behind, and Huang Dan turned his head in an instant, "Who's behind?"
No dog, no cat, nothing.
It's the wind.
At night, with such a strong wind, leaves, withered grass, etc., there will definitely be noises.
Huang Dan's heart was pounding, and with his dry lips, he didn't comfort himself too much, so he quickened his pace and left.
Drinking porridge at night, the number of times to get up at night is indispensable.
Huang Dan knew that holding back urine was wrong and bad for the bladder, but the situation was special.
I wanted a man to accompany me, but Huang Dan couldn't open his mouth. He felt very out of place. He just lost his mother at night and didn't cry for a while, so he was depressed.
When Huang Dan went out, passing by the main room, Wang Yuemei's body was placed on a board, covered with a cloth, showing a head.
He swallowed his saliva and walked forward bravely. When he reached the chicken coop in the yard, he turned his head to look unconsciously.
Obviously only the insomniac chicken was making a cooing sound, but Huang Dan heard the hair stand up, as if the next moment, the door of the chicken coop would be pushed open, and the twisted Wang Yuemei crawled out from it.
Damn, why am I scaring myself
Huang Dan took a deep breath. He usually doesn't do anything wrong, and he's not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. He has a clear conscience.
The hut was behind the yard. When Huang Dan was urinating, he heard the woman's sad cry. It was Wu Cuiling. It seemed that the other party hadn't slept.
When Wang Yuemei died, Wu Cuiling's sadness was really strong and lasting.
It stands to reason that I am a mother-in-law without blood, and my husband is no longer there. On weekdays, I still make things difficult for myself, sarcasm, dislike, and I am not satisfied with anything. Even if I drink water, I can pick out the fault and not die. Like a mother, so hard to accept, right
Or is it that Wu Cuiling's heart is too soft and kind
Huang Dan put on his pants and listened against the wall. It would be great if he could know how Wu Cuiling's son, who was less than one year old, died. It might be a key clue.
It is a pity that Huang Dan, through the memory of the original owner,