Jia Zhang is indeed an outstanding representative who specializes in cheating her teammates. After Bangge left the courtyard, she thought that Yi Zhonghai's family had more than twenty dumplings left last night.
It aroused her greed.
The villain has his own thoughts.
Using Qin Huairu as a prop, he helped Qin Huairu go to Yi Zhonghai's house, euphemistically saying that the child in Qin Huairu's belly would have the blessing of being an eighth-level technician in the steel rolling mill in advance.
Neighbors for many years.
How could the aunt not know what Mrs. Jia Zhang was planning, so she asked Mrs. Jia Zhang to help Qin Huairu to sit on the Kang facing the sun while she heated the dumplings.
While waiting for dumplings.
Jia Zhang was at a loss for words, and while holding her cloth shoes in her arms, she talked casually, and for a moment, her mouth was no longer open to the bars of the door, and she told her about the letter.
"Our Dongxu doesn't know what's going on these days. It's weird. He said something to me last night. I was so anxious that I didn't even remember it."
"I'm going to be a father soon, I'm so happy."
The aunt didn't take it seriously and replied casually. On the contrary, Qin Huairu, a pregnant woman who was leaning on the quilt, was instinctively shocked.
Too many bad things have been done.
Whenever you encounter anything, you will think about it yourself.
The change on her face was not noticed by Jia Zhang. The old Qianpo's mind and attention were all on the dumplings in the pot, wondering how she could snatch a few dumplings from Qin Huairu's mouth.
"That's the truth, but what he said didn't sound like he was happy to be a father. By the way, he also wrote me a letter, saying that if he encounters an accident, he asked my wife to take the letter. I called the police, but I stuffed the letter under the mattress."
Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat. She didn't take Jia Zhang's words as a joke. There were some things that outsiders didn't know, but she knew the secrets.
few days ago.
Just because of this matter, I went to find Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai categorically said that he would find a way to solve this matter!
Kill and silence!
An answer that she had never thought of came to Qin Huairu's mind.
hiss!
The sound of gasping surged deep in Qin Huairu's heart. She was frightened. She hated the Jia family and wanted to take revenge on the Jia family, but she had never had any thoughts or thoughts about killing Jia Dongxu.
There is no airtight wall in the world.
If this fails.
Yi Zhonghai had no way out, and Qin Huairu would follow in Yi Zhonghai's footsteps. She found an excuse to leave the Yi family and return to the Jia family.
Dragging his exhausted body, he went straight to the place where Jia Zhang's letter was hidden.
Turn over the mat.
Empty.
Nothing at all.
Unwilling to give up, Qin Huairu searched several places one after another, but did not find the letter Jia Zhang said, so she made up her mind and mistakenly thought that Jia Zhang deliberately made up such a lie in order to eat the dumplings for herself. , just to get rid of yourself.
…
Jia Dongxu found himself back in the courtyard inexplicably.
He was no stranger to the courtyard house. This was the place where he grew up and married. What really confused Jia Dongxu was that the Jia family at this time was actually dressed in a mourning hall.
White cloth and soul-inducing instruments were hung outside the house, and a coffin was placed on the open space in front of the house door.
Right in front of the coffin is a copper basin for burning paper.
A half-grown boy he was familiar with knelt in front of the copper basin and kept throwing the burning paper in his hand into the basin. He looked carefully and saw that it was his eldest son Banggan. Next to Banggan was Xiaodang. Although the brother and sister were wearing Ma Daixiao, but there was no sadness at all on her face. On the contrary, there was a smile.
"Brother!" Xiaodang said, "Grandma asked us to cry, why don't we cry?"
"You know nothing." Banggeng said, "Why are you crying? There is nothing to cry about. Isn't it just that our father is dead? If we die, we can have a feast. Do you know what a feast is?"
"I don't know, brother, what is a feast?"
"Brother, let me tell you, eating a banquet means eating well. Grandma scolded Silly Zhu and Xu Damao some time ago because they didn't set up a banquet when they got married, so we couldn't eat the banquet. Now it's better. After our father died, we can eat Let’s have dinner, there’s chicken, fish, pork, and big white noodle steamed buns.”
"Brother, Xiaodang wants to eat the banquet, but unfortunately he can only eat it once. When will grandma die? If grandma dies, can we also eat the banquet?"
"able!"
Jia Dongxu stood behind Xiaodang and Banggian.
His whole body was shaking with anger.
Xiaodang's father is Jia Dongxu, who is also a great father.
Bastard bastard.
In order to get a feast, he did not hesitate to say that your father was dead, and he also said that he hoped that your grandma would die.
I'll slap you.
Jia Dongxu, who was extremely angry, waved his big palm and hit Banggeng, who was full of filial piety but looked excited about waiting to eat.
A big slap fell on Banggeng's head, but there was no familiar reaction and pain, and no cry or scream was heard.
This is one aspect.
on the other hand.
Jia Dongxu's big slap passed through Banggeng's head easily, preventing him from hitting Banggeng and almost slapping himself on the waist.
He was stunned on the spot for a moment.
Confused.
how so?
When his eyes fell on Xiaodang, Jia Dongxu suddenly had an idea, raised his foot and kicked Xiaodang's butt hard.
Not surprisingly.
His feet once again passed through Xiaodang's body easily, as if Xiaodang's body was illusory and did not exist.
"ah!"
With a hoarse voice, he howled loudly at the two unfilial sons, but his voice was not heard by the two unfilial sons.
"Deng Deng Deng."
Jia Dongxu couldn't help but take a few steps back.
His eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and he looked at the man lying on the ground crying loudly, as if he had seen a ghost. His figure was only that of Jia Zhang.
"Son, you died so pitifully. You said why did you die? After you died, how did you let your mother live? Why was your mother's life so miserable? You sent your father away on the front foot, and you peed all the time. You brought me up, I married you a wife, I thought my mother would live a good life, but you died, my son!"
Co-authored by I'm Dead!
With this thought, Jia Dongxu came to the coffin step by step, looking at himself lying in the coffin, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Suddenly.
There was laughter in my ears.
Qin Huairu's laughter.
"Unfortunately, if he dies, no one will know about our affairs anymore, and we can be together for a long time."
"Be together forever."
Jia Dongxu looked at the person who responded to Qin Huairu.
His eyes narrowed.
It's really him.
Yi Zhonghai!
The chief steward of the courtyard is an eighth-level technician at the steel rolling mill and Jia Dongxu's master.
I am dead, and my children and mother are crying around the coffin. As my master, you, Yi Zhonghai, and Qin Huairu performed an indescribable shameful scene in front of my coffin on the day of my funeral. You are really me master.
It makes me angry.
Jia Dongxu was furious. He floated into the house and revealed the truth. Looking at the two extremely frightened dog men and women, he had only one thought.
Qin Huairu, I want you to die.
Yi Zhonghai, I want you to die.
His hand suddenly stretched out and turned into two deadly claws, grabbing hard at Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.
Too late to say.
That was fast.
The moment he grabbed Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai's necks with his claws, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu transformed into three heads and six arms, waving their big palms towards Jia Dongxu.
Hit me!
I am a ghost.
"Don't fight, don't fight."
…
Steel rolling mill.
In the workshop.
I don't know what kind of nightmare Jia Dongxu had. He kept shouting words like "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm a ghost, why are you hitting me, etc."
What a coward.
You can still be bullied in your dreams.
"Jia Dongxu." A worker who couldn't stand it pushed Jia Dongxu's body hard, "Wake up, don't sleep, get up quickly."
A shout in my ear.
Letting Jia Dongxu's soul return to his body, the short-lived ghost struggled to open his eyes and looked again. There was some kind of mourning hall there. It was clearly the workshop of the steel rolling mill. He was not dead, he was just crawling on the big hall where the workers ate. Asleep on the table.
"call!"
Jia Dongxu let out a sigh of relief, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
As a last resort.
He could only signal the co-workers with his eyes.
"Let's go, let's go. Why don't we have an eighth-level technician named Yi Zhonghai?"
"Er Gouzi, you are so envious. Why are you not Jia Dongxu?"
Yi Zhonghai!
Qin Huairu!
As Jia Dongxu watched the workers leave, he kept recalling the names of the two bad men and women in his mind. He was not sure whether it was a dream or a warning from God.
Heart.
Jumping wildly.
There are five members of the Jia family.
Banggen, Xiaodang, Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu, he died, but only his mother Jia Zhang was crying from the bottom of her heart, like Banggen and Xiaodang, one was looking forward to eating, and the other was just waiting to eat. , looking forward to his grandma’s death, not to mention Qin Huairu, following behind the coffin...
Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth hard. He suddenly felt that he could not wait any longer, and it was a mistake to give the letter to Jia Zhang. It was better to write a letter directly to each of Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, and Liu Haizhong.
Jia Dongxu, who was thinking about something, didn't notice at all that under his feet, at some point, there was an extra oil barrel with lubricating oil, and the oil barrel was leaking. The lubricating oil inside flowed out along the small holes, and it was already full. Half a meter around the soles of Jia Dongxu's feet, on the cement floor, some cylindrical pins were left by someone unknown, and the cylindrical surface was already stained with lubricating oil.
"Dongxu, why are you still standing there? You came to the workshop so early in the morning that you fell asleep. What did you do last night? In a few days, there will be a steel rolling mill employee skills competition. If you don't want to seize the time to improve your functional ability, what are you thinking about? Then? As the old saying goes, if you sharpen your gun in battle, it won't shine even if it's not bright. Whatever you look at, come here quickly, and you still want to continue to be a second-level worker? It's not embarrassing for you, but it's embarrassing for me. "
Yi Zhonghai's scolding voice flew into Jia Dongxu's ears.
Jia Dongxu sitting on the stool.
Looking at the good-natured Yi Zhonghai in front of him, he couldn't help but think of everything in his dream.
Die by yourself.
The lid of the coffin was not closed.
This bastard thing is just like Qin Huairu and the others...
He suddenly no longer had the idea of asking Yi Zhonghai for an explanation after Qin Huairu gave birth to the child. It seemed that some things couldn't wait.
Long nights and many dreams.
It is better to choose a day than to hit it.
In front of dozens of workers in the workshop, he tore off the hypocrite's mask of hypocrisy.
After this incident.
It will definitely make Yi Zhonghai throw a tantrum.
The dream just now.
It really frightened Jia Dongxu.
He didn't want to die, especially when Xiaodang, Banggan, and Qin Huairu in the dream were so virtuous.
It's just too much of a lie.
I, Jia Dongxu, am not Wu Dalang.
Calmed down a bit.
Jia Dongxu stood up holding the table, without even looking at his feet, and walked straight towards Yi Zhonghai, with only Yi Zhonghai in his eyes.
The moment when your feet hit the ground.
Not slanted or slanted.
He just stepped on a cylindrical pin that was smeared with oil.
A perfect two plus one effect.
The soles of his feet slipped, and his body naturally became unstable, and he staggered forward.
Jia Dongxu saw that his body had been slipped, and his hands were groping randomly. He pulled down the shelves next to which tools and workpieces were placed. The awls, files, scrapers and other tools on them were attracted by gravity and began to move towards them one after another. Jia Dongxu fell to the ground, and some of them had sharp blades reaching into the sky. Jia Dongxu, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, hit his body on these tools. Naturally, his flesh and blood body was no match for the steel castings. In the blink of an eye, he was turned into a hedgehog. Some of the tools even It also penetrated Jia Dongxu's body.
Blood.
It flowed out from the wounds penetrated by these sharp blades.
The frightened workers waited for almost a minute before shouting out.
"problem occurs."
"Something happened to Jia Dongxu."
Yi Zhonghai was startled by the voice.
The first one rushed to Jia Dongxu, completely ignoring Jia Dongxu's body covered in blood, shaking and shouting words of concern.
"Dongxu, Dongxu, how are you? Are you okay? Lao Liu and Lao Qi, please go find the doctor quickly. Find the doctor."
The moment of questioning.
Other workers also gathered around.
Looking at the workers surrounding him, Jia Dongxu opened his mouth vigorously, as if he wanted to reveal the truth.
There was too much blood.
The body has no strength.
Only his constantly moving mouth silently expressed Jia Dongxu's wish to leave his last words.
"Dongxu, please stop talking. The master knows what you want to say. The master doesn't mean to blame you. Even if you are a second-level worker all your life, the master will not blame you. The master apologizes to you. He just reprimanded you. It is the master who hates you." Iron cannot become steel.”
Jia Dongxu stretched out his right hand tremblingly.
On the originally white right hand.
Covered with blood.
How much he wanted to slap Yi Zhonghai hard and tell the co-workers about Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu being together, but he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't even slap Yi Zhonghai hard.
Hands raised in mid-air.
Caught by Yi Zhonghai.
"Dongxu, master knows what you want to say. You are worried about your family. Don't worry. Once you are a master, you will always be a father. The master will take care of Qin Huairu and the children in Qin Huairu's belly."
Fuck you, uncle.
Yi Zhonghai.
I really want to bite you to death.
asshole.
Jia Dongxu opened his mouth.
"Dongxu, you're fine, you will be fine, you have to believe in yourself, you can do it."
It's okay, your dad.
Jia Dongxu glared at Yi Zhonghai fiercely. This was the only thing he could do, until his body went limp and he fell into endless darkness.
The doctor is here.
The factory directors also came.
After all, it is a matter of life and death.
"How's it going? Is there any hope?"
The deputy director responsible for safety asked anxiously towards the first aid doctor.
In fact.
He also knew the truth of the matter very well.
Jia Dongxu was pricked like a hedgehog by various tools. Some of the tools had barbs and small grooves on them. Just the amount of blood in the workshop meant that Jia Dongxu was dead.
ask.
Nothing more than a hope.
No one wants anything to happen.
Facing the concerned eyes of everyone, the doctor in charge of first aid shook his head slightly and said, "We tried our best."
"Plop" sound.
Yi Zhonghai collapsed softly on the ground, looking at the man whose face was covered with white cloth with tears streaming down his face.
Sudden.
He seemed to be fried.
He shouted loudly.
"Dongxu, you can't leave."
(End of chapter)
