Chapter 162: Trembling with fright

I don't know when, the crying outside disappeared, instead there was the voice of a man talking. He ignored it, and eventually fell asleep because of being too sleepy.
He woke up early the next morning and was about to go home carrying a burden. As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard the people around him talking.
"Hey, the death is terrible, I don't know who did it."
"Don't you know? I heard that recently someone has been killed at night, with their stomachs drawn out and their internal organs taken out. It's the same death as this one, but the guards in the city have never caught the murderer, but they listened. Said that every time someone dies, someone hears a woman crying."
"Ah? Really? I heard a woman cry last night, but I was too sleepy, so I ignored it."
"I didn't hear it. I didn't know that when I lay down and fell asleep, someone slapped the door. My mother-in-law kept scolding me, saying that I was like a dead pig when I fell asleep." The other man scratched his head and said in a simple manner. With.
"The city guard is already investigating, but the man died too terrified. I heard that when an old man found a corpse on the other side of the alley this morning, he fainted."
Listening to the words around, the middle-aged hawker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart beating, only feeling a moment of fear.
"Hey, gourd seller, what's the matter with you? I'm not feeling well?" The man next to him saw the pale and frightened face of the middle-aged hawker, so he patted his shoulder and asked.
"I, I also heard a woman cry last night, like crying in front of my room door, I almost went to open the door." He said tremblingly.
"Then you are really fate, do you know, which room did the dead person live in?" The man lowered his voice and looked at him and asked.
"Which room is it?" the middle-aged hawker asked in a daze.
"It's the one next to you." The man said in a low voice.
When the middle-aged hawker heard it, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get up quickly." The man saw him and quickly pulled him to his feet and helped him sit aside.
"Scared stupid? You didn't encounter that in your life, don't worry! It's okay." The man patted his shoulder to comfort.
At this moment, an old man came in with a few city guards, came to the middle-aged hawker, and said: "A few masters, it is him. He lives next to the deceased. The room for the two of them is the most reliable. Inside, maybe he will know some."
Several city guards stepped forward, took a look at the middle-aged hawker, and asked, "Did you hear anything last night?"
"I, I heard the cry of a woman last night, and later and later there was the voice of a man talking, and later, and later I didn't know it." He said with a trembling voice, but he still couldn't get over his fear. God comes.
"You heard a woman crying in the middle of the night, so you didn't want to see it? Later, when you heard the voice of a man, did you understand what they said?" a city guard asked.
"I didn't hear clearly, I only knew that the cry was gone afterwards, and I fell asleep too." He shook his head, his face pale.
"The woman's cry is outside your room, why didn't you want to see it? Or, you and the woman are in the same group?" A city guard said, staring at him and shouting.
The middle-aged hawker was taken aback, and quickly stood up and waved his hands: "No, no, I'm just a gourd seller. The hawkers in the city and the city know me."