Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

Today's wine was not good enough, and the dishes were not good enough. Cui Dake's cooking skills could not compare with Sha Zhu's after all. However, these were not the main points. The main thing was that Li Huaide liked this feeling. It was really good to be praised and flattered by others. This was more addictive than drinking.

Li Huaide hummed a little tune and kept thinking in his heart that he would go find an old Chinese doctor to regulate his body when he had time next time. Before the drinking was over, he had gone to the toilet three times. This was not good. It meant that his kidney function was not very good and needed maintenance.

"Master Yi, you are too polite. I just need to go to the toilet. Why are you waiting at the door?"

When Li Huaide returned to the central courtyard, he looked up and saw Yi Zhonghai leaning against the door, looking a little nervous. Li Huaide was a little confused. He was just going to the toilet, so what happened to Yi Zhonghai?

"Director Li, without you as my leader, I have no backbone."

Yi Zhonghai leaned against the door, one to prevent the people in the house from coming out, and the other to wait for Li Huaide. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. As long as Li Huaide dared to come back, he would kill him, which would be considered as getting rid of a harm to others.

"You are too flattering, too flattering. What can I say, old comrade?"

As he spoke, Li Huaide took Yi Zhonghai's arm intimately, thinking that by acting more approachable, he could win Yi Zhonghai's heart. A seventh-level fitter was of great value.

"Master Yi, what's that smell?"

As he reached the door, an unpleasant smell hit his nose and Li Huaide subconsciously stopped.

The smell was indescribable, like vomit from drinking too much, but it also seemed to be mixed with other ingredients, especially the obvious smell of garlic. No one had touched garlic during the meal just now, so where did this strange smell come from? What was even more strange was that the room was dead silent, with only the occasional painful groan breaking the silence.

"Director Li, let me tell you what this smell is." Yi Zhonghai leaned close to Li Huaide's ear and whispered mysteriously.

"Master Yi, I want to criticize you. Don't try to whisper in your ear. We are all upright people. Just say what you want to say." Li Huaide still spoke in an official tone, completely unaware of the approaching danger. In this way, the two walked into the house one after the other.

"Director Li, this is the smell of death." Yi Zhonghai's voice was low and eerie.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai thrust the scissors in his hand into Li Huaide's neck as fast as lightning. Li Huaide's eyes widened in horror.

He wanted to struggle, but was afraid that too much movement would hasten his death. He knew that if he kept the scissors stuck in his neck, he might be able to hold out for a while, and maybe he could be rescued. But if he rashly struggled to pull the scissors out, he would probably die instantly.

Li Huaide said in a weak and intermittent voice: "Master Yi, what are you doing? Go find a doctor quickly. I promise to forgive the past and we can discuss everything."

"Haha." Yi Zhonghai sneered, pulled over a chair, sat down leisurely, and stared at Li Huaide with a sharp gaze, "Li Huaide, I am acting on behalf of heaven and getting rid of harm for the people."

"What harm do I want to eliminate? Who have I harmed?" Li Huaide tried his best to hold the scissors stuck in his neck and suppressed it, fearing that the blood would flow too quickly.

"Hmph, you use your power to bully female comrades, make them become your mistresses, suppress those who disagree with you, and promote idiots like Liu Haizhong." Yi Zhonghai spoke slowly. He had recovered from his initial panic and became unusually calm.

"Well, then I don't deserve to die!" Li Huaide could feel his body temperature dropping rapidly, the strength in his hands gradually disappeared, his body became weak, he felt dizzy, and his vision went black.

"Should Guihua die?" Yi Zhonghai suddenly became emotional, his eyes widened like copper bells, staring at Li Huaide who was breathing weakly.

"Who is Guihua?" Li Huaide felt unwilling, because none of his women was named Guihua. To be honest, he had never forced anyone. They were all transactions based on mutual consent.

"Guihua is my wife, you have to take some responsibility for her death." Yi Zhonghai's emotions gradually calmed down.

"You... help... help..." Li Huaide's voice became weaker and weaker.

Li Huaide had heard about the death of Yi Zhonghai's wife, who was said to have died of a recurrence of a heart attack. He never expected that Yi Zhonghai would blame him for Tan Guihua's death.

Li Huaide glanced weakly at the people in Liu Haizhong who were still twitching and foaming at the mouth, and his heart was gradually filled with fear. Yi Zhonghai was really cruel. He was going to catch all the people involved in this matter in one fell swoop!

He could no longer endure the agony of waiting to die and began to cry out for help.

"Help...Help..." Li Huaide's cries for help became weaker and weaker. The smell of blood, alcohol and garlic intertwined and filled the whole room. His hands finally fell down powerlessly, unable to press the wound on his neck any longer.

Yi Zhonghai was straightforward. Thinking that Li Huaide's cry for help might have attracted the attention of the neighbors in the compound, he stopped hiding and pushed open the door and walked out.

He lit a cigarette and slowly sat on the doorstep. He took a deep breath, and the smoke slowly came out of his mouth and gradually dissipated in the air.

The smoke was a thick white mass at first, but as it spread, it gradually became transparent and finally dissipated into the air like a wisp of smoke passing by.

His eyes were a little blurry, watching the smoke floating in the air, as if he was thinking about his past life. The smoke swirled around him, sometimes gathering into a ball, sometimes dispersing, just like his complicated mood at the moment.

He continued to smoke, and smoke continued to come out of his mouth, forming a leisurely and slightly melancholy picture. The smoke seemed to be telling his thoughts, gathering and dispersing, dispersing and gathering again, until a gust of wind blew, the smoke dissipated, and his heart returned to peace.

"Master Yi, you..." Erlu naturally smelled the complex smell in the air, and the situation in the house was also in sight. He looked at Yi Zhonghai in disbelief.

"Erlu, go call the police. I killed someone." Yi Zhonghai's voice was terrifyingly calm, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

"This..." Erlu was a little hesitant. He had no idea what Yi Zhonghai was up to. At the same time, he was a little worried that Yi Zhonghai would find a chance to take revenge on him after he ran away.

"Erlu, go ahead. I won't run away." Yi Zhonghai said lightly, lit another cigarette and smoked it calmly.

As time went by, more and more people gathered. Everyone looked at the scene in the house, some of them couldn't believe their eyes. It was clearly a wedding banquet, how could a murder suddenly happen? Could it be that all this was planned by Yi Zhonghai in advance? People looked at each other, their hearts full of confusion and shock.

"Shazhu, I'm sorry." Yi Zhonghai stared at Shazhu standing in the crowd, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and said sincerely. Shazhu was speechless, he couldn't imagine Yi Zhonghai would go this far.

"Qin Huairu, I apologize to you too." He turned his gaze to Qin Huairu in the crowd. He just apologized without explaining the reason. He didn't want to open Qin Huairu's wounds again and show them to everyone.

Qin Huairu was speechless, with a sad look on her face, and she couldn't bear to look at the lonely figure in the smoke.

"I'm sorry, my dear neighbors." Yi Zhonghai said as he stood up and bowed deeply to everyone.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. They all felt that Yi Zhonghai had changed, become more friendly, and their impression of Yi Zhonghai had gradually improved. However, they didn't know that all this was a false illusion, just to make Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui and others let down their guard and facilitate his revenge.

Everyone was secretly glad that they were not involved in this incident, and they were also secretly grateful to Liu Haizhong. If he had not used his power to force everyone to give up the competition for the elderly care candidate, one of them would be lying in the room at this moment. This accident made them realize that sometimes letting go is also a good choice.

After apologizing, Yi Zhonghai sat back on the doorstep, lit another cigarette, and puffed quietly. There was not much expression on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Liu Guangfu, who arrived last, stood at the door, looking at Yi Zhonghai smoking with complicated eyes, and could not speak for a long time. Just now he was cursing Yi Zhonghai at home, but he did not expect that Yi Zhonghai deliberately let him go.

He didn't know what to say. Saying thank you was inappropriate, as his father and brother both died at the hands of Yi Zhonghai; saying hatred was not the right thing to do, as in his heart, there was no such thing as family affection between father and son, or brothers.

Wu Airong, Liu Guangqi's wife, and Yang Ruihua had already fainted on the ground from crying, their voices choked with sobs, unable to control themselves.

The other people in the yard also watched all this silently, and there was a strange atmosphere in the air. Yi Zhonghai was waiting, and they were also waiting - waiting for the arrival of the public security personnel and waiting for the intervention of the street office.

Courtyard No. 95 is destined to become the topic of conversation among people again. The impact of this murder case is so great that it is comparable to the casualties in a small-scale armed fight.