There are times when even a tough man loses his courage!
The statue of Guanyin three feet above the head is the magic weapon to break his murderous thoughts.
One thought of life and death, one thought becomes a demon.
Lin Wanjie suddenly woke up, knelt in front of Guanyin, cried bitterly, and kowtowed to apologize.
The Lin family has been practicing medicine for generations. As a doctor of medicine, he has lived for thousands of years, but today he picked up a butcher's knife to kill a woman who had no strength to tie a chicken. How sinful is this?
Beneath his straightforward appearance, Lin Wanjie still has a proud heart, not a medical skill that transcends thousands of years, not an invention left behind after the change of times, nor a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages. Rather, it is a sincere heart filled with awe, compassion, enthusiasm, and hope for the people of the world!
In ancient times, people's lives were like straw, but tonight, this woman might be killed without anyone noticing.
But if you do this, you will crush and trample the pride of the traveler and make it worthless.
The thunder continued, and the thunder was louder and louder, and the sky and the earth were pale. It seemed that every second was a warning to Lin Wanjie.
Lin Wanjie knelt on the futon and kept kowtowing. His forehead was stained with blood, but he couldn't feel the pain and could only repeat it again and again.
Lin Wanjie didn't realize that the woman he had pinned to the ground and was about to die had sat up. There was a candlestick in her hand. There was no candle on it, only a sharp copper needle!
The sharp point was facing the back of Lin Wanjie's head. Even his iron bones could not stop the sharp piercing.
With just this sharp thrust, it's all over.
However, as Jian Niang watched the figure flickering in the lightning and kowtowing repeatedly, she vaguely heard "I'm sorry" echoing in the hut one after another, and Jian Niang's eyes became confused.
In the end what happened?
Why did Lin Da kill himself?
What is he regretting now?
Lin Wanjie was soaked through by the rain, and his thin clothes clung to his hard muscles. There were wrinkles on the clothes and folds under the skin. He looked indescribably embarrassed and desolate, like a lonely ghost repenting in front of the Buddha.
When this figure that she had met many times in her dreams actually appeared in front of Jian Niang, Jian Niang seemed to see herself hanging by a thread in a thunderstorm night.
Thinking that Lin Wanjie had saved him once, but he had stopped at the last moment and did not kill him after all.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Jian loosened her grip, dropped the candlestick to the ground, and kicked it into the darkness with her little feet.
"You... please stop kowtow..."
Jian Niang said weakly from behind.
Lin Wanjie didn't respond and just repeated the actions mechanically.
Jian Niang was a little scared, but she still had the courage to move forward. Her small hands hovered on Lin Wanjie's shoulders. She wanted to touch his body several times, but she shivered and shrank back.
Then he took out his own handkerchief. Through a layer of gauze, he could more safely wipe the rain off his body.
But when Jian Niang noticed the blood on Lin Wanjie's forehead, her heart skipped a beat.
How similar is Lin Da at this moment to himself that night?
"Lin Da, please stop knocking. Madam forgives you."
Perhaps because they share the same disease, Jian Niang could feel Lin Da's pain and hesitation at this moment. She choked with sobs to comfort her, and reached out to wipe the blood on his forehead.
Suddenly a big hand grabbed her wrist, but it was no longer so strong and soft, making it easy to break free.
But Jian Niang didn't struggle. She found Lin Wanjie's eyes staring at her blankly.
Lin Wanjie was stunned. The face of the woman next to him under the electric light was not realistic, but it gave people a sense of familiarity.
For a moment, Lin Wanjie's mind went blank. Only then did he realize that the second lady's face looked familiar.
Lin Wanjie stretched out her hand, and Jian Niang closed her eyes, thinking that he was going to touch her cheek, so she meekly waited for the big hand to take control.
But Lin Wanjie just put her hand on the side of Jian Niang's face and watched a drop of rain fall from her fingertips and onto the woman's face. Then she saw the drop of rain sliding down Jian Niang's cheek to her pajamas. In the abyss of his chest, he left no trace of where he passed.
"It's...it's you!"
Lin Wanjie froze in place, never dreaming that the woman who was so lost that night that she almost froze to death turned out to be...
Second lady!
Why did the second lady appear in the corridor in the middle of the night?
Why is he so wet and dying?
Could the weak and helpless woman at night be the thief who designed to frame herself and Yu Jiaoer?
What's going on?
Numerous questions came to Lin Wanjie, and he was unable to think. He only felt dizzy and buzzing.
The window suddenly opened, a strong gust of wind swept through the room, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.
Jian Niang couldn't help but tremble.
The night breeze that entered the room blew up the rice paper stacked randomly on the incense table and scattered it all over the room.
On the paper were Buddhist scriptures copied by Jian Niang every day. At this moment, they were floating in the air and were revealed in front of Lin Wanjie under the electric light.
"This word...isn't...not the same person!"
Lin Wanjie was confused, but also relieved, as if he had lost his support and started to shake.
Jian Niang couldn't understand: "Lin Da, what are you talking about? Why are they not the same person?"
Lin Wanjie became confused at that time and had no strength to answer anymore. He fell on the futon in front of the incense table.
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"ah!"
Yu Jiaoer had a nightmare and woke up from her sleep.
Hearing the thunderstorm tonight, I felt inexplicably frightened.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
Xiaocui couldn't sleep either, so she came over to ask as soon as she heard the noise.
"I dreamed that Lin Da was looking for a second roommate!"
"..." Xiaocui was silent and lowered his head.
The day before yesterday, Xiaocui told Lin Da privately about the matter, but she did not hide it. She took the initiative to inform Madam and was severely punished.
After that, Yu Jiaoer became uneasy, worried that the fool would make his own decisions and settle the score with the second lady.
She was afraid that Lin Da would not be able to kill the second bedroom, and she was also afraid that if she killed the second bedroom, she would be caught by her master and sister.
If this were true, Yu Jiaoer would have harmed Lin Hanzi.
She was already feeling uneasy before, but the thunderstorm tonight brought Yu Jiaoer's uneasiness to the extreme.
Awakening from a nightmare, Yu Jiaoer was so frightened that she cried. She quickly got up from the bed and paced back and forth in the room.
Every time there was thunder and lightning, Yu Jiaoer would be frightened and scream. Even if she covered her ears, it would not make her any better.
"Madam, don't think about it. Mr. Lin will be back tomorrow. We will tell him then and tell him not to cause trouble with the second roommate." Xiaocui was also very scared and trembled in relief.
Yu Jiao'er didn't listen. She suddenly wanted to hit something and pushed the door open!
"Madam, what do you want to do?"
As soon as the door opened, the cold wind swept in, making people's teeth chattering.
However, Yu Jiao'er ran under the eaves against the wind, knelt directly in front of the rain curtain, and bowed to the thunder, lightning, black clouds and showers: "God, everything is Yu Jiao'er's fault! If that idiot really did it Hun, you have committed a crime, please give God all the retribution on Yu Jiao'er! Yu Jiao'er is willing to be punished for that fool! I hope everything is safe and nothing happens..."
