dead person

His hands and feet were bound, his clothes were soaked, and he was shivering from the cold.

There was an old man who was squatting by the pool, looking at him carefully: "Did you have a nightmare?"

The already heavy down jacket was soaked in water and stuck to his body. It was so heavy that he couldn't straighten his waist. The ankle that had been swollen began to hurt again under the invasion of cold water.

Du Changyuan didn't speak, and shrank his body back, leaning against the side of the pool to make himself relatively comfortable.At least, you can stand on your feet without much effort.

He had a rough idea of ​​the current situation, and he no longer needed to rush to talk to the person in front of him.

He had seen this person in front of him several times in the village before, but every time he was exceptionally silent, so the villagers didn't take him seriously.

Even, he can't even remember his name very clearly, the only thing he remembers seems to be a foreigner who moved here from outside.

Wang Changlin sneered: "I heard that you remembered everything from that year, but I just want to know how much you remembered."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it now, anyway, this person will have a lot of time when he gets old."

Standing on tiptoe, Wang Changlin moved the lamp that had been hanging on the bed to near the pool and fixed it.

"Don't be afraid that someone will disturb our cleanliness. I've been preparing for this place for a long time..."

There was a look of reminiscence on his face, he finally raised Du Changyuan's head, looked at his slightly furrowed eyebrows and smiled: "It hurts, it's okay, wait until you remember something someday, or someday I want to talk, let's talk again."

He turned around and remade the canopy bed that Du Changyuan was lying on before, and stretched the quilt to lie on it without taking off his clothes.

Everything around him returned to silence, and Du Changyuan could only occasionally hear the occasional creaking of the bed board not far away, to conclude that what happened now was real and not a dream.

He knew very little about Wang Changlin, and the only thing that could be guessed from his attitude was that he was also a family like Du Wenhu who lost a child back then.

However, at the time they were talking about, he was only a ten-year-old child, how could he be so insane that he killed so many people, and those people were still partners with him day and night.

There must be some big misunderstanding between them.

It's been a long time, and there are only so few people left in the village. It may be difficult to find evidence related to those things back then.

Just thinking of this, he smelled a strange fragrance at the tip of his nose, and he fell into a drowsy sleep with his head tilted.

After Du Changyuan disappeared, Du Guoquan rarely left his yard again.Occasionally someone came to his house and heard his impatient voice, and no one saw him again.

He sat in the room and closed the door and windows tightly. The big mirror on the wardrobe was also smashed to pieces.

The messy fragments reflected the annoyance and resentment on Du Guoquan's face.Holding his head in his hands, he fell to the ground in pain and rolled around, suppressing the growl in his throat, knocking the furnishings of the room to one side, and the old slippers on his feet had long since disappeared.

He was curled up in the corner motionless as if he had passed out.It took a long time before he stretched out a hand tremblingly, and stood up holding the corner of the wall.

Not seeing him for just a few days, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bruised into a pair of panda eyes, his cheeks were more wrinkled and hung on his face, and there was an unspeakable madness all over his face.

He stood up, panting heavily, patted his chest and laughed.That old bastard, who has been restless for so many years, will come out to make trouble every now and then, and this time he won again in the end.

Day by day, I am used to being compassionate and compassionate, worrying about others, and not looking at what I have got.

It doesn't matter whether Du Changyuan really left or was killed by someone in the village, what's the point of catching the murderer?

have a finger in the pie.

It's better to live your own good life.I am already 80 years old now, how can I have so much time to worry about others.

He bent down and picked up the mirror fragments on the ground one by one, and looked at his old face through the mirror fragments, without even noticing that his fingers were cut.

He touched his old face with blood-stained hands, and sighed: "If only I could be younger..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Du Changyuan's face, and said in his heart what a pity.

After picking up the debris on the ground and restoring the room to its original appearance, he sat on the bed and thought carefully about the things that people from the village had come to talk to him in the past few days.

Hearing people's voices from outside the landslide intersection, it is estimated that someone from the town came to repair the road.

It seems that it is time to say hello to the people in the village.

After Wang Changlin heard Du Guoquan's advice, he just nodded his head dully, and returned to his yard with a load of water.

Behind the dilapidated yard, on the left side, is a small flower garden. Although it is winter, the flowers in the small flower garden are still very bright.

He carefully tidied up the broken cotton wadding and film around the flowerbed to ensure the temperature, and then poured the picked water into a carp pond on the right side of the flowerbed.

The pond is about one meter deep, and the naked eye can see more than a dozen carp swimming in it, and the tails of some carp are even dyed a layer of golden yellow.

From time to time, fish jumped out of the water, and their tails slapped on the water, causing a burst of water waves.

Wang Changlin sprinkled some self-made bait into the water, and carried the load of water into the locked room.

Hearing his footsteps, Du Changyuan, who was soaking in the water, just shook his head, but failed to open his eyes.

The fragrance of flowers at the tip of his nose was faint and continuous. Du Changyuan fell from one dream to another, from the initial panic to the final numbness, looking at his ten-year-old self in the dream like a spectator.

He didn't know if all of that happened for real, or if it was just a figment of his imagination because of his lethargic state.

He just looked at all that numbly, watching all the people die in front of him, and beside his ears, there were desolate voices rambling on, as well as familiar and distant names.

Tired of talking, Wang Changlin sat by the pool and stretched out his hand to pinch the flesh of Du Changyuan, looking lonely.

Since Du Changyuan was thrown into this pool by him, he never picked him up from the pool again.Although he changed the water frequently, the water in the pool was still yellow and smelly.

The only pity is that Du Changyuan's body is still in good condition and has not been soaked into the effect he wanted.

It is estimated that the road at the entrance of the village will be repaired in a short time, and by then, he should be busy again.

He wiped off the filth from his hands on Du Changyuan's face, and said coldly: "It's best, there will be a few people who come to you, that will be more interesting."