Chapter one hundred and eighty-sixth: wind meal and camping
Standing on the deserted street, Xie Zhe sighed, somewhat embarrassed.
"I feel sorry for you, ma'am. Along the way, we always find someone to help us. This time, something happened unexpectedly. We were not prepared, and we made you suffer like this."
"It doesn't matter, everyone is here, don't worry about this." Jiao Mo waved his hand, "I have been walking around for so many years, and I have often been exposed to wind and rain. It is not the first time that I have to spend the night on the street."
"I just hope there won't be any trouble tonight." Xie Zhe said worriedly.
Han Zhang rolled his eyes at him: "Okay, stop saying bad words."
They found a leeward place that looked cleaner and deliberately avoided places where flies gathered. After listening to the woman's account, anyone could guess what bloody things might have happened in those corners that attracted mosquitoes and flies.
. It was not just chickens, ducks, fish and sheep that had left blood stains there, but also living people. They were very secretive about this.
The town is extremely quiet at night, with the occasional chirping of insects. Compared to the daytime when there should be no sound, it seems a bit normal. Although it is not like being wary of wild beasts in the wilderness, under such circumstances, there are probably no thieves.
, no one needs to keep vigil continuously, but in view of the unknown madness, everyone is keeping a cautious eye.
Unfortunately, this precaution is not useless.
The moon quietly climbed up to the zenith, and then slipped into the clouds. In the middle of the night, Han Zhang was the first to wake up. He suddenly opened his eyes and raised his ears. He heard a heavy sound, which was still distant for the time being, but
It gradually became clearer. Although the sound was ethereal, it was enough to make the animal instinct in his body suddenly awaken in his dream.
It was like the sound of a heavy kitchen knife falling on the chopping board when chopping meat and bones... It was like someone was chopping melons and vegetables, chopping heavily on the door of each house along the street.
Han Zhang's expression became serious. He was about to wake up his companions when he turned around and saw that Xie Zhe and Jiao Mo were also awake. He was not surprised. After all, the noise was gradually approaching the street where they were, and the sound was unusual. Those who were a little wary would
, they all noticed this strange movement. They all stood up carefully, walked tiptoe against the wall, and slowly approached the source of the strange sound, ready to find out.
The three of them silently looked at the other end of the street in the darkness, listening attentively. At the moment, no one was screaming or whining. It seems that the townspeople have some experience in dealing with such situations. They locked their doors one by one and remained silent.
So far, no one has been injured. Even if it is found
There was no strange person, and they didn't know how to deal with this kind of madness. Therefore, the three of them temporarily hid on this street corner and observed the movements in silence. If they could see the symptoms of a mad person and survive until dawn safely,
It would be best to look for a solution.
The sound of chopping the door was approaching, irregular, but each blow was extremely heavy, hitting the heart directly. From time to time, there was the sound of a knife blade scraping along the wall. Click, click, click...it was unstoppable.
hairy.
Suddenly, Xie Zhe whispered something bad, almost out of breath.
"Over there, when we came here, we saw that the courtyard wall was extremely low..."
He immediately stopped talking. There was a faint light coming from the corner of the street, but the sound of knocking on the door suddenly stopped. They were startled, thinking that a man suffering from madness had amazing senses, and heard Xie Zhe's voice. But the next moment, they
I saw a small ball of light being thrown up, drawing an arc, and falling into the courtyard.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, or the sick person is still conscious and knows that firewood is often dried in the corner of the courtyard. Once the fire burns, the residents inside can no longer hide safely. The oil lamp that was thrown into the yard fell on the firewood pile.
You could see the flames leaping up quickly through the wall. Soon, the child's frightened cries broke out in the oppressive silence of the night.
Come. Then there were men yelling, women screaming, pots and pans clattering, figures shaking in the fire, running, trying to get water to put out the fire. But no matter how much they were tossed in the courtyard, nothing happened.
A person dares to run out of the courtyard and try to ask for help. They must know in their hearts what will greet them if they run out in a panic like this.
The roar of people seemed to stimulate the crazy patient, and the chopping sounds outside the hospital door became more urgent. The three people on the street could no longer sit still. They looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then nodded silently, reaching a consensus.
Then, the three of them followed the shadows on the wall and quietly approached the main entrance of the house.
There was a thin shadow at the door, wielding a kitchen knife that was extraordinarily huge for his body size, and vigorously slashing at the door. With such a physique, even if they went crazy, they were confident to subdue them. Jiao Mo immediately said:
"Leave it to me to put out the fire. You go rescue the people inside."
"That's the best thing. I'll deal with that lunatic. If he can't hold him down for a while, I'll divert him away and run as far away as possible." Han Chang pursed his lips, "I'll leave the whole family to Lao Xie. You
Climb over the wall and take them to a safe place. It's better to be open and don't get blocked."
Xie Zhe nodded hastily. He ran out first, with Han Chang following closely behind him. Then, Han Chang picked up a brick from the roadside and hit the figure on the back. The man seemed a little slow and hesitated.
After a while, he turned around with the knife in hand.
It turned out to be a young girl.
The pace of both of them slowed down for a moment. Although they knew that madness does not distinguish between men and women, old or young, the knife-wielding assailant was still too bizarre. Who would have thought that a little girl could be so murderous and keep people awake at night? Besides,
, this scene fell into their eyes, and it seemed a bit familiar, as if they had seen some similar scene.
They didn't have time to think about it. When they saw a living person appearing in front of them, the little girl immediately changed her target and rushed towards the two of them. Xie Zhe staggered and ran towards the courtyard, while Han Chang rushed towards them, attracting the girl's attention.
Note. He intends to
She subdued him, but the child was too young, and it was difficult for him to use the brutal methods that would break her muscles and bones. But the girl had no such worries. She waved the kitchen knife and her little face tensed up, and every cut was really painful.
It's almost like fighting against a murderer.
With his hands restrained on one side and the fierce pursuit on the other, Han Shangyang felt a little overwhelmed for a moment. He avoided the blade and tentatively moved away from the yard. He immediately discovered that the girl was probably affected by madness and just wanted to
She wanted to attack, but she was not obsessed with the house she had smashed down before breaking the fire. Now she only wanted to kill Han Zhang with a knife.
Han Shang's spirit perked up, and he narrowly dodged the girl's chops. He took the opportunity to take a few steps back, only to stop at a distance where the girl could catch up with more force. He knew very well that even if he had the means to do so, he would be able to catch up with her.
The child quickly lost the ability to move, but this would not work. He was afraid that he would not act lightly and cause trouble again.
Life is coming - although I don't know whether this girl is dead or alive now. So Han Zhang consciously led her out of the small courtyard, leaving room for Xie Zhe and Jiao Mo to save people. The panicked shouts on the other end quickly subsided, and Han Zhang
Zhang took a moment to take a look, and saw that the firelight seemed to be dimming a little, and the fire seemed to be under control.
Without worries, Han Zhang was more at ease. He scanned both sides of the road with his peripheral vision, and after a while, he found a door with slash marks. With a flash of his eyes, he saw the residents on the other side, and there were also signs on the door.
With similar knife marks, he immediately ran towards the place where the girl came from along these marks. Once he increased his speed, the girl gradually struggled to catch up, but was dominated by madness and did not give up the target that was still in sight.
Fighting and retreating like this, the distance between Han Zhang and the girl gradually widened, and finally he couldn't even hear his steps. He was still following the knife marks on the door, and finally he saw a small courtyard with a wide open door.
A faint smell of blood wafted out from inside, and Han Zhang's heart tightened. He was very familiar with the smell - it was human blood. This time, it was definitely not wrong.
He had a vague premonition in his heart, and as he quickened his pace, the smell became stronger. He rushed into the small courtyard and saw that there were no knife marks on the door. The girl should have come from this house, and the smell of blood
, also made him feel familiar, as if he came from... someone he had just met not long ago.
The courtyard was in a mess. Han Zhang didn't pay attention and ran into the house following the smell. With a wave of his hand, he lit up the remaining candles on the table. Then he exhaled and looked down at the human bodies lying on the ground.
No...it's already a corpse now. From the moment he entered the door, he didn't hear any signs of pain or moaning, and the person on the ground had indeed died long ago. Her body was covered with deep and shallow wounds, and her skin was torn apart.
There were stab wounds on the legs that were deep enough to show the bones. It seems that the child first chopped the adult down, and when he was unable to get up, he landed the final fatal blow on the neck.
Hanshang went around the head of the corpse and bent down. He carefully turned over the corpse's face, which was half pressed on the ground. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still let out a deep sigh.
It was the woman they had met during the day.
Her eyes were half-opened and were already cloudy. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Han Sheng couldn't see much fear on her face, but more of deep sorrow and sadness. He felt a soreness in his throat and didn't know what to say.
What, let alone what to do.
Thinking about it, her husband was also killed by her daughter. How long did she hide the crazy child at home? She guarded her daughter alone, who was ready to draw a sword at any time, avoiding the exploration of the townspeople, and in exchange for food to feed the two of them.
... Protecting a child, a fatal secret, against fear and sadness is too difficult for anyone.
Han Sheng could not describe how he felt when he went to bury the woman's body. In such a remote place, I am afraid there would be no yamen to take care of it. If there were, the village would not be what it is now. So.
He simply destroyed the crime scene, rolled up the body with a straw mat on the bed, carried it to the yard, and temporarily placed it against the corner of the house.
Afterwards, he walked a few steps back and forth in the yard, as if trying to dispel the sadness in his heart. He breathed in the air, and the night of late spring and early summer had an almost imperceptible coolness, which washed away the blood that filled him so much.
lungs. But not long after, he heard the sound on the street outside
There was the sound of slightly dragging footsteps. Of course Han Sheng knew what it was. He retreated silently until he was under the eaves, and gently sidestepped behind the door. The candle on the table was still on, and he was in the shadow.
Li lowered his body and stared at the door intently, like a fox waiting for an opportunity to hunt.
The little figure stepped into the door and paused for a moment. The girl was attracted by the light and briefly ignored the shadow next to her. Taking this opportunity, Han Zhang flew up and rushed towards her. He did not dare to be careless and pressed the girl to the ground with all his strength.
, reached out and pinched his wrist to remove the kitchen knife, and threw it far away into the corner.
After a flash of lightning, the girl realized what had happened, and she resisted violently.
"I'm sorry, little girl."
Regardless of whether she could understand it or not, Han Chang apologized.
