Between life and death [unlimited]

Hazar clearly remembered that on the day half a month ago, the wind and rain outside the house were almost as strong as today.

The gust of wind, as if an ancient monster roared and roared outside the house, was mixed with raindrops like steel marbles, which either fell on the roof or hit the ground.

In short, they were punished by God and scattered to the world, as if a catastrophe before the doomsday, all vented in this remote mountain village.

After "shooting" that day, Wei Guoping hurried back to Hazar's home.And his subjects, that is, other villagers in the village, were all frightened by the gloomy weather.

So after seeing Wei Guoping leaving, they hurried back to their home to escape from the horrifying environment before they even had time to put away the hoes they used to pretend.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the heavy rain to fall without warning.The increasingly fierce wind seems to be able to blow people away, as if vowing to sweep away everything exposed to the outside.

Those big raindrops hit the trees next to the house heavily, making a series of noises through the dense leaves. At this moment, the whole outside world seems to have been surrounded by noise—no normal person would want to be here Go out at this time and experience what it would be like to be hit by hail-like raindrops.

However, when most people are sheltering from the rain in their warm houses, there are still some "alternatives" who can ignore the storm outside and walk out of the warm place just wearing an oilskin raincoat.

Because the rain outside was still heavy, and it seemed that it was going to become more violent, so the scarlet blood spread in this courtyard was quickly washed away by this "natural disaster", leaving no trace Next—this time, it is even more impossible for anyone to see the "man-made disaster" in the courtyard just now.

The dilapidated iron gate in the yard was rattled by the strong wind, and the New Year pictures on it, which were used as town houses, looked as if they were about to be lifted up. Only the part of the drawing paper still stuck to the door stood proudly in the wind and rain. persist in.

It may be because the owner of this house was in a hurry when he left just now, so he even forgot to close the gate of the courtyard - but now that it is raining so heavily, there should be no such thing as theft.

But following the footprints that were gradually covered by the storm, one could see a man wrapped in a black raincoat all over his body on a hillside not far away.He was dragging a heavy-looking object slowly along a steep mountain road.

The man in the raincoat looked very tall from behind, but his figure was extremely thin.Therefore, he had to use both hands to barely move the sack made of plastic in his hand—but he could only drag it on the ground with a bit of aggrievedness. This man obviously did not have the strength to carry it on the ground body.

However, in this kind of extremely harsh wind and rain, it is obviously not an easy task to drag a heavy object forward.

When the sack that was dragged on the ground scratched a sharp stone again, the shabby quality bag was finally overwhelmed and was torn open by the stone, and a human hand quickly disappeared. The broken part of the sack came out.

Judging from the thickness of the skin and bones of the finger, and the location of the callus, it should belong to the left hand of a man.In particular, there is a silver ring on the ring finger with slightly rough skin-it seems that this should be a married middle-aged man.

But the middle-aged man who was tied up in the sack didn't seem to be waking up, and he didn't know whether he was stunned or dead. Anyway, the outstretched left hand just let the raindrops beat him motionless. , dragged forward slowly on the muddy ground by the man in front.

The pale and bloodless skin of the left hand looked lifeless, and soon, a steady stream of blood began to flow out of the sack again.

At first, the man in the raincoat didn't notice anything wrong behind him.But after he took a few more steps, he realized that no matter how hard he pulled on the broken sack, he still couldn’t drag it forward—it was as if someone behind him was joking with him, deliberately pulling the sack, not wanting him to go generally.

However, this sudden and somewhat terrifying "spiritual" event did not frighten the man in the black raincoat in front of him.

Even if the surrounding sky is very gloomy, although it is not to the extent that you can't see your fingers, it is almost the same. Anyway, it is especially suitable for ghosts in mythology.

But obviously, the man in the raincoat didn't think much about this phenomenon—it might be because he had just killed a living person with his own hands. The man felt that the resurrection of the corpses in ghost stories was not the case. will not exist.

So, the man in the raincoat turned around and looked behind him without any fear—then, at a glance, he saw that the sudden extra "obstacle" was blocked by a large stone on the ground before.

Even the broken hole on the top of the sack seems to have grown a lot bigger because of his pulling just now, so that people can vaguely see the appearance of the twisted limbs of the middle-aged man inside the sack and the twisted body.

The man in the raincoat cursed something in a low voice, but due to the heavy rain, his voice was instantly drowned in the raging rain.

Then, the man in the raincoat impatiently stuffed back his obstructive left hand, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw the "good thing" that he almost left behind - a piece that would definitely sell for a good price Platinum ring—he quickly reached out again, and pulled the ring off the middle-aged man's ring finger.

However, the series of actions of the man in the raincoat was as rude as if he was treating a slaughtered pig or some other domestic animal—in short, he was not treating a similar animal that had just died.

In the end, the man in the raincoat climbed to the top of a very steep cliff with a slope of nearly 90 degrees in the pouring rain.

Then he stood on the edge of the cliff, poked his head out and looked at the general situation below - if he remembered correctly, there were many abandoned or sick and dead livestock remains under this cliff - through the already started It was raining heavily and smoky, and indeed he caught a glimpse of some white skeletons at the bottom of the cliff, whether they belonged to animals or humans.

In his view, there is no difference between the bones of animals and humans.Anyway, after people or animals die, their bodies will be eaten by bacteria or larger wild creatures, and only these non-perishable bones are left in the end.

The man in the raincoat carried the plastic woven sack to the edge of the cliff with some difficulty, and then without hesitation he threw the sack in his hand toward the bottom of the cliff, which was about tens of meters deep.

Whether it was the slaughter of the same kind just now or the process of throwing the corpse in the wilderness now, the man in the raincoat's skeleton-like dry face never showed a trace of panic or fear.

It was as if these things seemed to him to be the same as the usual trivial things in life such as eating and drinking, and they would not cause any changes in his mood.

In this "accident", he is confident that he can disguise himself perfectly, but he may need to think about how to deal with these stolen goods.Because if it is not handled cleanly, it is very likely that the attention of the police will be called in the future.

After the man in the raincoat finished handling everything and finally returned home, he was still thinking about going to the town when the rain stopped, and exchanged these "robbed" things for some more cash.

The man in the raincoat gained quite a lot this time. In addition to the platinum ring he took off from the middle-aged man's hand, he also snatched a large bag of strange things-he didn't know that those black things that looked like truffles What are the same things—anyway, according to his children, those things are very valuable.

But the man in the raincoat who was dreaming of counting money did not expect that the scene he saw after entering the house would turn out like that.

It was his lively and active child who "got into" the catastrophe because of curiosity!That child actually broke that valuable thing with his hands, moreover, just to get the shiny lens in the middle of that thing!

When he thought of the time when he went to the town with those broken instruments and that shiny lens to ask a familiar businessman for the price, the businessman sighed regretfully and then said in shock.

"If you came with the complete footage, I can give you this number." The cunning black market dealer stretched out his hand and gestured with five fingers.

"Five thousand?" He asked hastily with some heartache—you know, 5000 yuan is equivalent to a year's food, drink and toilet expenses for a large family in their village.

As a result, the black market dealer shook his head and said something that made him feel even more suffocated: "No, it's fifty thousand."

"The original price of this brand of lens is more than [-] yuan! You are second-hand, and the price I offered is absolutely fair..."

Then the black market dealer took another look at the broken lens frame and lens in his hand, smacked his lips and said, "It's just a pity...a broken lens is worthless."

In the end, the platinum ring was only sold for less than [-] yuan—even less than one-fifth of the price of the black thing called "lens".

This feeling of "cooked ducks fly in the end" made him feel resentful and angry.

It would be great if there was no child who loves to move his hands and feet!Otherwise, the 6 yuan would all be his!What is the use of this child with two hands, it will only add to his confusion!

It might as well be born with a disability, at least, he can still get a monthly subsidy from the government...

"Dad..."

The weak voice of the child brought back the consciousness of Khazar who was staring out the window at the heavy rain.

As soon as Hazar lowered his head, he saw his eldest son - Mo Chi was stretching out his only remaining intact right hand, quietly tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Hazar, who had just come to his senses, inevitably asked impatiently: "What's the matter? Mo Chi, what's the matter with you coming to see me this time? Didn't I ask you to watch them?"

But Hazar didn't know that the expression on his face at this moment was exactly the same as that of the man he remembered who didn't get the ideal price.

Mo Chi, who came out to look for his father after discovering some clues, immediately forgot what he was about to say after seeing the terrifying expression on Khazar's face again.

Mo Chi couldn't help but recall the day half a month ago—that is, the night when Khazar came back from selling things in the town—the event that terrified him happened.

The bone-chilling dampness in the air immediately surrounded this small body, and Mo Chi couldn't help but shuddered greatly.

He said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's nothing...I'm fine...Abba."

Recalling the terrible horror experience that night, the child's painful crying seemed to still ring in his ears, and the blood flowing in Mo Chi's veins seemed to have condensed with the air.

He suddenly felt that the wound on his left arm seemed to be hurting again.

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