At this time, a woman walked out of the side room. She was Huang Huiyun. Wu Congcong knew her, but Heizi didn't.
Ma Huangmao waved his hand towards Heizi, asking him to come over and open the bag for Huang Huiyun to see. Ma Huangmao did this because he didn't want his mother, Ms. Zhao, to know. When Heizi opened the bag, Ma Huangmao said, after reading it, you take it away quickly and you can't put it here.
Huang Huiyun walked over and took a look at the open mouth of the bag. There was a bloody head inside. Although it was deformed, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became. Yes, that was her husband Wang Jiamu, a damn man.
His unbending eyes seemed to be staring at her with hatred, and she shuddered and retreated to the side room. Ma Huangmao chased her and asked her, is that true? Huang Huiyun nodded.
Ma Huangmao came back, took out the 200 coins he had prepared and stuffed it into Wu Congcong. In front of Ma Huangmao, Wu Congcong gave 100 coins and kept half of it for himself.
Ma Huangmao said, hurry up and tighten the mouth of the bag, take it away, don't put it here.
OK Heizi collected 100 coins, tied the bag tightly with a smile, then carried it out and disappeared into the dark night with Wu Congcong in a hurry.
As soon as the two strange men left, Mrs. Zhao closed the door. She could clearly see the scene when her son gave them money just now. At this moment she walked into the side room and asked Heizi what was going on, what was in the bag, and you gave him the money. After giving him the money, the guy with the black pot bottom on his chin took the bag away again...
Mom - don't worry about this. Ma Huangmao looked at Zhao and emphasized, don't meddle in our young people's affairs.
Mrs. Zhao exited the wing, still puzzled. It was like the soybean oil lamp she held in her hand illuminated other places, but underneath the lamp was darkness.
Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to tell her husband Ma Huwei her doubts, but Ma Huwei went to bed early and was snoring in the bedroom.
In the early morning, Mrs. Zhao, who was sleeping in a daze, was awakened by the barking of dogs outside the door. She felt that since the two strangers came last night, there seemed to be dogs barking all night long. Didn't those two strangers not Walk? she thought strangely.
The heavy cloth bag carried by the stranger with a black spot on his chin swayed in her mind and lingered, like a black shadow following her.
At this time, Ma Huwei also woke up. He exhaled a breath of foul breath, tilted his head outside, and said impatiently, "It's so noisy. The dog barked outside the door all night." He stretched out his hand to push Mrs. Zhao and said, "Get up and drive the dog away."
Ms. Zhao is never lazy in bed, and she plans to get up even if her husband doesn't urge her. At this moment, she yawned and got up.
Usually the first thing she did when she got up was to wash up. This morning she went straight through the main room to the main room and opened the door. She saw a big yellow dog outside the door suddenly jumped away, then turned around to look at her and growled as if something was wrong.
Just as Mrs. Zhao was about to walk out of the door, she took a step back in horror. It turned out that there was a cloth bag placed against the threshold outside the door. She looked familiar. It was exactly the same as the one carried by the stranger with a black pot bottom on his chin last night. She concluded that It was that cloth bag. What was in it? She calmed down after having doubts, then stepped through the door and opened the half-open cloth bag to the whole mouth.
Just as he was opening it, he saw a bloody head in the bag, with a stiff face facing the mouth of the bag. A pair of eyes under the forehead, although dull, were open, looking at Zhao's gaze. Looking at each other, they looked particularly terrifying.
"Ah ah ah!" Mrs. Zhao instinctively exclaimed and retreated into the gate.
The big yellow dog standing outside the door stopped barking. As if it had completed a task, it wagged its tail and walked away knowingly when its owner ignored it. Of course Ms. Zhao knew the reason why the big yellow dog barked at her door all night.
At this moment, she walked over and knocked on the door of the wing, and said inside, "Huangmao, it's not good." There was a cloth bag at the door, and there was a dead head in it. It was bloody. It seemed to be the two strangers who came last night. Thrown here intentionally.
Mom, please don't tell others. Someone may want to blame our family.
When Mrs. Zhao heard what her son said in the wing room, she stopped shouting and felt very panicked. When she came to the bedroom, her husband Ma Huwei was getting dressed and getting up.
When he saw Mrs. Zhao coming in, he asked, what was your name just now? What's at the door? Mrs. Zhao came close to her and whispered, "There is a cloth bag at the door with a dead head in it."
What did you say? Ma Huwei didn't believe his ears and stared at her and asked.
Come and see me. Mrs. Zhao led Ma Huwei, who had already dressed and got up, to the door, but she didn't see the cloth bag placed against the threshold. She was stunned when she saw that her son had already carried the cloth bag into the house first, and turned around to face them. He said, "This is someone's fault for our family. We must get rid of this dead head quickly to avoid causing trouble."
let me see. Ma Huwei walked over and took a look at the open mouth of the bag, and was so frightened that he took two steps back. On the contrary, Mrs. Zhao who was following her was not so scared at first. She looked carefully and felt that the face of the dead head was familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. Pass.
Suddenly I remembered, isn't this dead face the face of Huang Huiyun's husband Wang Jiamu who came to have trouble with his son last time?
Mrs. Zhao shuddered and stopped reading. She still didn't understand how Wang Jiamu was killed. She even felt sympathy for him. She leaned close to her son and asked quietly, who killed Xiao Wang? is that you? Did you participate?
mom! how could I know? I haven't gone out these days, how could I kill someone? Besides, even if I kill someone, I can't leave the dead man's head at my door. Mom, you'd better leave this alone. Although Ma Huangmao said this, his expression was still relatively panicked, and the yellow hair on his face trembled, as if he was twitching slightly.
At this time, Huang Huiyun also got up. She took a comb to comb her black hair, which was as messy as a chicken coop, and walked out of the side room with a tired look on her face.
She said that I didn't sleep well last night and couldn't sleep well. When I closed my eyes for a moment, there seemed to be a bloody human head shaking in front of me, which scared me so much that I always grabbed Huang Mao who was sleeping next to me and didn't dare to let go.
After all, Ma Huwei was experienced. He growled at Huang Huiyun, "Don't talk nonsense." If this matter is not done well, it will lead to a lawsuit, which may involve our whole family. Then he looked at his son and said, before no one finds it now, let's dig a hole in the mountain to dig a hole for the dead head and bury it in this bag.
Huang Huiyun said nothing and looked at each other with her prospective mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhao. Ma Huangmao no longer hesitated, and immediately took out the shovel and hoe from the corner of the door, and his father Ma Huwei set out from the back door carrying the cloth bag containing the dead head...
