I wasn't too surprised when I heard what the man said, because I had already thought of it.
People say that every injustice has its own owner. That old lady was turned into a zombie by her father and even wanted to kill his whole family. There must be a reason for this.
Because even if that old guy is a pervert, he won't think about killing his son and grandson so that he can have no future.
I was still doubtful at first, because my son just didn’t agree with me being with that old lady, so it was somewhat unjustifiable for him to be so cruel.
Now that I heard what he said, I finally understood that it was he who killed the old lady, so it made sense for the old man to kill her.
"When did you kill him?" I looked at the man.
The man looked a little depressed at this time. Now that his wife and children were dead, he seemed to have lost all hope. After hearing my words, he just laughed twice and then said: "Three years ago, three years ago, I covered myself with a quilt.
She, I didn’t expect that she would come to me for revenge now, haha.”
"Who was the person who drank with you yesterday?" I asked the man.
The man looked up at me, his expression seemed a little guilty, and said, "They are my friends from the next town."
I frowned. Although the old man was a bit psychopathic, he didn't look like he was killing innocent people indiscriminately. But yesterday he killed those two people together. Is there any reason for this?
"Do they have anything to do with this?" I asked, looking at the man.
The man sighed, smiled bitterly, and said: "Three years ago, they were drinking at my house. They drank too much that day. They helped me do it."
I nodded. It seemed like this. The old man wouldn't kill two people for no reason. It turned out that they also did it.
I glanced at the man with a sluggish expression, sighed, and said, "Your father is old. It's not easy to raise you alone. What's wrong with finding a wife? You shouldn't kill her."
Who knew that after hearing my words, the man's originally lowered head suddenly lifted up and stared at me closely, his eyes full of hatred.
I frowned and thought to myself, what's wrong with this guy? Why did he suddenly become so resentful?
"Yes, I killed someone, but she deserves to be killed!" the man said almost through gritted teeth.
At this time, the man's eyes were blood red, and he almost said through gritted teeth: "Since I was young, he has been flirting with that old guy since I was young. My mother didn't know how angry she was because of her when I was young. In the end, they forced me to
My mother died. I was fifteen years old that year. When I came home, my mother was hanging from the beam and turned into a corpse. Do you think she should die?"
After the man finished speaking, he stared at me closely.
I was stunned for a moment. I didn't expect that there were so many reasons behind this incident.
I originally thought that these things happened because the old man wanted to find a companion when he got old, but his son didn't allow it. I didn't expect that the reason behind it was actually this.
When he was young, his parents quarreled every day because of the old lady, causing family conflicts. Growing up in this environment, the seeds of hatred were deeply buried in his heart.
In the end, his mother's suicide completely shattered the relationship between him and his father, so he hated his father, and even more hated the old lady who forced his mother to death.
I originally thought he was a villain, but I didn't expect that he was a victim from the beginning.
Having lost his mother since he was a child, and now losing his wife and son, his life has lost its meaning at this point, at least for him.
If I hadn't known these things, I would have thought that this man was a villain who killed his father's old sweetheart just to save face.
But now that I understand what happened, I feel a little bitter in my mouth.
I remembered what my grandfather said. As magicians, we can clearly see the ghosts in the world, but what we cannot see through is the human heart.
Ghosts are easy to deal with, but people's hearts are hard to guess, because if you don't really understand a person, you are not qualified to comment on whether he is good or bad.
If you don't know the suffering of others, don't try to persuade others to be kind. This saying makes a lot of sense.
Although this man is guilty of killing someone, who can understand his suffering?
In the eyes of others, he does not support his father, or even cares about him. Everyone points fingers at him, but has anyone ever thought about why he is like this and why he is like this?
I sighed and glanced at the old man. The old man understood what I meant, walked up to the man, helped him untie the rope, and patted his shoulder.
When the rope was untied, the man did not move. He just stared blankly. Yesterday he had seen the tragic death of his wife and child. It was a great shock to his heart. I could see that the man at this time no longer had any emotions.
The motivation to live.
I don't know how to persuade him, because I feel that I am not qualified. After all, he has nothing now, and it was his father who killed his wife and children. I don't know how to persuade him at all.
Advise him not to be sad, not to be sad, and to be open-minded about everything?
If I really said it, I couldn't help but slap myself, what a fucking bastard!
"I didn't want to kill her, but she turned out to be pregnant, and my father came to my house every day to ask for money, saying he wanted to raise a child. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I took action."
The man looked at me and said.
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. I didn't expect that the old guy could be so ferocious. He was almost dead, and he was actually pregnant!
He actually wanted his own son to reveal the truth about such a bad thing. No wonder this man had murderous intentions.
Suddenly, I thought of the little girl who had been following the old man. She was a corpse. It turned out that she was not the old man's granddaughter, but his daughter!
"Have a cigarette." I took out a cigarette and threw one to the man.
He took it numbly, and the old man stretched out his hand to light it for him.
The man took a hard puff, and then kept coughing until tears and mucus came out of his nose, but he still didn't stop and just kept puffing.
We looked at him and said nothing, because any words of comfort at this time had no effect on him.
"This man is quite miserable." At this time, Duanmuqing came up to me and whispered.
I smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.
"Will they come again?" The man finally stopped coughing and looked up at me.
I nodded to him and said: "It should be so. That old lady has become a zombie. She died in your hands, so she is full of resentment towards you. As long as you don't die, she will definitely come."
"Then I'll wait for them here. I want to die with them." The man threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said softly.
I nodded and said, "You don't need to do anything. I will deal with them if they come."
