The woman opened her mouth weakly, and the scattered teeth and the severed tongue that had been cut off from the base of the tongue were particularly eye-catching.
Her hair was dryer than yellow weeds and hung messily behind her back. Her clothes were cotton with no original dye color visible.
The weather in May was getting warmer, but she was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt with clumped cotton wool. At this moment, a pair of bulging eyes were staring at Xi Yu in horror. Malnutrition made the whites of her eyes turn yellow, her cheeks were sunken, and her lips were abnormal. His body was blue and purple, and he was tortured to the point of being transformed into a human shape.
"Shhh."
Anyone who sees this look can't help but feel pity. The expression on Xi Yu's face becomes softer: "Don't worry, as long as you don't make any noise, I won't hurt you."
This should be He Laoer's wife. It is said that she may have been born mute, but judging from the broken roots of her teeth and the neatly broken tongue base, she was forced to lose her voice.
Judging from the woman's reaction just now, she obviously wanted to tell He Laoer that someone had discovered him disposing of the garbage.
Despite being treated so cruelly by He Laoer, the woman not only didn't hold any resentment, but was actually willing to help him.
What kind of trash are you afraid of being discovered?
The answer is ready to come out.
The smile on Xi Yu's face became more and more kind, and she also said a lot of comforting words in her mouth, but her upturned eyes looked at the woman almost indifferently.
Regarding the Fu'an Hotel case, someone learned from the villagers that the hotel couple had more than one child. In addition to the little boy who died tragically in the basement with them, the owner and his wife also had a daughter. However, according to the villagers, the couple had a daughter around 1997. After the busy farming season, they never saw the little girl again.
This is natural, because the body of the little girl was found in the back hill of the hotel by the task force who physically dug three feet into the ground. She had injuries from a sharp weapon and no signs of struggle. She was killed with a knife. The person who did it was tall and very strong. There were even knife marks on the bones of the girl's back neck.
The woman's skinny, skeleton-like body was obviously not strong enough to support her in anything, whether it was killing her daughter or saving her daughter.
"Do you remember your daughter?"
In order to avoid the pressure caused by her body shape, Xi Yu squatted down and tried to be eye-level with the woman.
"Your daughter is buried in the back mountain, right?"
In the woman's file, it was clearly mentioned that she kept a photo of a girl whose face was blurred by blisters in the built-in pocket of her long-sleeved cotton coat.
In fact, before the strangeness came, Xi Yu was not sure whether the woman cared about her daughter. After all, it was not uncommon for parents who did not treat their daughters as children, and a photo could not explain anything.
But after meeting Xiaoyue's grandmother, she seemed to understand more about human nature.
This woman, who plays the role of an accomplice in the eyes of the secular public, should love her daughter, but she neither knows how to love nor has the ability to love.
"Don't be afraid, I'm actually a good person."
Xi Yu carefully let go of the woman: "I'm here to help you. I know you have never forgotten your daughter. I have a friend who has the same experience as you."
"Her grandmother failed to save her because of cowardice and incompetence. Guilt and longing made her grandmother, like you, hide the child's photo in her close-fitting clothes."
Xi Yu's words gave the woman's lifeless face a hint of ripples.
"I know that you love your daughter and are in pain all the time because you didn't save her back then."
"So here I am."
"I am a police officer. We already know about the criminal behavior of your husband, He Laoer, and we need your cooperation."
Realizing from the attitude of the villagers in Chenjia Village that the people now have absolute trust in the police, Xi Yu took out his mobile phone from his bag. In the timeline of 1998, Xi Yu's mobile phone with many photos turned into an old-fashioned green screen Nokia and old camera.
Fortunately, the old camera still contains photos of Xi Yu when he was a policeman.
She spoke very slowly, trying to enunciate each word clearly, and gestured with her hands to help the woman understand what she meant.
"Maybe you have been disappointed many times, but I still ask you to trust me this time."
"I'll help you, help your daughter."
"He Laoer has done nothing to avoid you. What you know is very valuable to us."
"There are many innocent girls who died under your husband's knife. They are also other people's daughters."
Mosquitoes and flies buzzed in the grass, and a rash quickly appeared on Xi Yu's neck. It took the woman a long time to understand her words. At first, she shrank back in fear and shook her head desperately. But under Xi Yu's gentle and firm gaze, The woman stopped shaking her head, pursed her lips, and twitched her fingers, as if she wanted to tell Xi Yu something.
"jia
.people! Why is the soup I want not ready yet? "
He Laoer suddenly shouted in the room: "You kid!"
.Where have people gone? ! "
Hearing the man's voice, the woman's whole body trembled. She hurriedly took out a crumpled piece of children's cardboard from her arms, shrunk and ran away.
Back in the room, Xi Yu opened the card and saw three numbers written clearly on the card.
101.
Qin Yuan ran out of the backpack and wrinkled her nose with the smelly cardboard: "101 is the room number, right? Do you want to take a look?"
"Of course. This card has been kept for a long time. Obviously, in the eyes of this woman who knows a lot, there is something very important in 101."
Xi Yu put the cardboard into the compartment of her backpack. She frowned in disgust at the sound of fighting coming from the next door: "But we can't go now."
"Based on my many years of experience in the industry, you have to clear the place before you really start doing anything."
Like a responsible teacher, she taught the fierce ghosts softly: "Otherwise you will never guess how much damage these uncertain factors will cause to your plans."
She put on her backpack, held the long knife in her hand, and came to the front desk of the hotel with Qin Yuan, becoming the first two guests to sit down for dinner.
There were constant sounds of fighting and cursing upstairs, and the ceiling was banging. It was probably someone using the chairs in the room.
"What a brutal beating."
The malicious and gloomy mood on the second floor made Qin Yuan, a fierce ghost, couldn't help but lick his lips: "How come no one came to us?"
"Maybe it's because they don't think we are a threat at all."
Putting the knife on the table, He Laoer, who had been ignoring her during the day, enthusiastically brought plates of hot dishes. The aroma of seasonings and the sweet aroma of Hanjiang's local specialty rice lingered on the tip of her nose, but Xi Yu No chopsticks were moved.
The knife, which was already cold and gleaming, became extremely sharp after being baptized by two strange stories. The original rust stains disappeared. The tip of the knife was cold and the dark red blood in the two blood grooves was faintly black.
Ordinary people may only feel uneasy, but in the eyes of Li Gui, this knife alone is more terrifying than those strong men combined.
Xi Yu herself had no consciousness of being armed with a sharp weapon. Like an ordinary tourist, she first looked left and right curiously, and then asked with a smile: "Boss, where is your wife? Why do I see you working alone?"
