Chapter 32: Nightmare 4

It was getting dark, and Li Qingran was still missing. Wang Dahu wondered if he was going to the "old house". Over the years, he occasionally went back to see it by himself. After thinking this way, he walked on his feet and hurriedly ran to the east of the village.
The dilapidated thatched hut stands alone in the night, it looks so ghostly and cold.
Wang Dahu stepped forward and saw that the big brass lock hanging in front of the door really disappeared.
"Slap, pop, pop--" he yelled, "Ranran, Ranran, are you inside? Open the door!"
Wang Dahu knocked for a while, but there was still no response. He frowned and turned towards the back of the house. There was a window over there to see the room.
"How can there be a hole?" I saw a gap cut in the mossy wall, revealing a half-height hole.
Wang Dahu's heart suddenly had a bad feeling, he picked up a brick cat and drilled into it. The room was very dark and had an indescribable taste, like rust and fishy, ​​soaring.
"Of course, are you there?" Wang Dahu whispered carefully.
No one answered him.
He looked more cautiously and looked around carefully. The taste was too great, and Wang Dahu unknowingly came to the door wrapped in tin.
"Squeak ---" He opened the door.
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When I was young, I saw Li Qingran sitting on the ground tied by a rope.
His heart was cold and transparent for a moment, and his legs seemed to be soft and turned into noodles.
"Ranran, Ranran, what's the matter with you?" Wang Dahu shook his body vigorously and kept calling: "I am a big tiger!"
In the darkness, Li Qingran sat quietly without a word. Whatever Ren Wang Dahu called, he looked like a doll without a soul, staring blankly.
Following his eyes, Wang Dahu turned around and looked.
There is something softly placed there.
Wang Dahu walked tremblingly and screamed in an instant.
It was an arm, a blood-stained, human arm with sleeves.
Frightened, angry, scared, no adjectives could tell what Wang Dahu was feeling at this moment, leave here, leave here right away! !! !!
Dangerous, dangerous.
Wang Dahu didn't know where the courage and strength came. He quickly untied the rope on Li Qingran's body, carrying him, and ran to the house all the way. He ran as fast as if the devil was chasing behind him, rushing to escape, and didn't even dare look back.
As he ran, what he saw just now appeared in his mind.
Blood on the arms, limbs, and floor.
What exactly happened in that deserted house?
Who was killed?
Who is the killer?
"Tiger, then stunned?" The impatient old lady who had been waiting for a long time looked at the two children rushing in in surprise.
"What happened? Scared into this?" Wang Shoumin asked in confusion, for the first time in these years, he had seen his grandson so panicked and indifferent.
"Milk, you come to take care of it!" Wang Dahu took a deep breath, put down Li Qingran, and quickly ran to the phone.
He wanted to dial the phone, but his hand was shaking so much that he tried it seven or eight times before finally dialing the right one.
"Hello, here is 110, call the police ..."
"Come on, hurry up, someone was killed here ........." His voice trembling almost finished his sentence with his throat.
The cigarette bag in Wang Shoumin's hand fell to the ground, like a chicken.
After half an hour, the whole Xingye Village was alarmed with the sound of the police car. As the first discoverer, Wang Dahu led them in person. Police found a severed arm, a few fingers, and intestines, internal organs, and blood all over the ground. Several people who came in vomited on the spot.
Wang Dahu did not know how the night passed, but only knew that the body was found in a dry well just after dawn—it was Sun Dazhuang.
He was dismembered into pieces and softly packed together in sacks.
Wang Dahu can never forget that when the police opened the bag, the blood-filled skull that rolled out of it would never forget that the Sun family's heartbreak and cry filled with supreme hatred. The cruelty of the killer's means and the miserable death of the victim quickly made the case a terrible case. The city's public security department led the team, and more than a hundred policemen surrounded the entire village.
The villagers who heard about it were also very angry. Under the leadership of the village chief, they began to search for every inch and every cent of the land.
Soon Li Changgui was found.
Do not! It should not be said that it was found, but that he returned by himself.
Back to the place where he used to "home" and once killed an innocent child.
The police saw the man who was as thin as a firewood, shaped like a ghost, and covered with blood all over his body, and immediately pulled out his gun and pressed him to the ground.
"What's your name?" One of the policemen asked sharply.
"Name?" After the killing, Li Changgui seemed to release some of the "anger" in his heart. The whole person no longer looked so cruel, with only one pair of eyes, showing confusion from time to time, seemingly trying to remember something.
"Li Changgui? You, aren't you Li Changgui?" Wang Shoumin looked at the man who was crushed to the ground by surprise, exclaimed in surprise.
After hearing this, Wang Dahu looked at him in an incredible way.
How could it be him?
"Li Changgui ... Li Changgui? ..." It seemed familiar to the name. The man's face showed pain, and suddenly he was struggling madly. He lifted up the policemen who pressed him. Run out, so much here! Naturally it is impossible for him to run away.
Soon, Li Changgui was knocked to the ground by a baton, put on handcuffs, and was put into a police car.
After testing, the blood on his body was indeed Sun Dazhuang. Li Changgui was the perverted murderer who brutally killed innocent children and broken the corpse.
Wang Dahu did not expect that things would look like this.
All this turned out to be done by Li Changgui.
So, what about it?
Of course, what happened when he was arrested? What have you seen?
Thinking of the pictures that Li Qingran might have experienced, Wang Dahu sank with a heart. Can't wait any longer, he's coming to him now.
Li Qingran's condition was very bad. From the moment of the incident last night, he seemed to have completely closed his consciousness. No matter how others called him or how he called him, he was ignorant, as if from his Something on the body is completely deprived of the general.
Wang Dahu hugged him tightly, and the tears in his eyes crackled down.
why? why? Why is God so cruel, why is this terrible thing happening, why is this! !! !! All the words of Wang Dahu turned into tears in his face, flowing for himself, for Li Qingran, and even more tragic Sun Dazhuang.
I saw Sun's family again at the gate of the county public security bureau.
Wang Dahu and Li Qingran were present as the "first witness" and "the prisoner's family" at the same time. Sun Dazhuang's father, the uncle who laughed very kindly on weekdays, turned his head all night. Sun Dazhuang's mother, Wan Shumei, was surrounded by a circle of people, crying with heartbreak.
There is inseparable sadness on everyone's face.
Their crying, comforting sound, mixed together, almost like Wang Dahu, who was hit with a heavy hammer, was almost crazy.
Suddenly, Wan Shumei saw them all at once.
Do not! It should be said that she saw Li Qingran.
Suddenly she twisted. Aside from the people around her, she was like a crazy lioness, and when everyone did not respond, she suddenly overwhelmed Li Qingran.
"The murderer, the murderer, the death, I want you to kill my second treasure!"
The woman rode on the teenager, holding his neck tightly, and the hateful scream struck everyone's eardrums.
Li Qingran began to twitch with suffocation, but he was not struggling, and just stared at her with a pair of eyes open.
"Stop!" Regardless of other things, Wang Dahu saw Li Qingran was in danger and slammed up, trying his best to pull Wan Shumei down.
"Amei, don't be like this, the child is gone, accept this fact!" Da Zhuang dadled his wife and closed her eyes tightly.
"No! No! My child, my child, my second treasure will not die! It will not die!" Wan Shumei kept yelling, her eyes fixed on Li Qingran: "The lunatic killed my child, and I killed his child ... I will pay my life ... I will make him suffer as much as I do ...... repay my life ... repay my life ..."
"Return my brother's life !!" I don't know when Sun Lan rushed over with tears in his face.
She kept kicking Li Qingran, grabbing with her hands, limping with her feet, and tearing with her mouth.
Cry while fighting.
Obviously, this little girl is also on the verge of collapse.
Seeing her like that, the rest looked pitiful and sympathetic. Of course, their sympathy was not facing Li Qingran, who was being beaten, but the Sun family.
That's horrible!
What a terrible thing!
Da Zhuang's child died terribly!
Everyone shed tears, everyone looked at Li Qingran's eyes full of disgust.
Because he is the son of a murderer.
Because he was the son of a murderer.
Because their child is dead and he is still alive.
Why are you still alive? Why are you still alive? What face do you have to live on.
It seems that everyone, everyone, is saying this in their eyes.